So apparently I have tonsillitis. What’s up with that? And it’s only on the right side, not the left. I thought it was just allergy ick because the weather has been so bizarre, but after 8 days and increasing pain I finally decided to take a look. Well, hello there nice little white patches! I think we’ll be taking you to the doctor!
I got smart – I called ahead to the walk-in clinic to find out how long their wait was, and when they said ZERO MINUTES I practically ran there AT THAT MOMENT to avoid the wait. They lied, just a little bit. We waited about 10 minutes. But I think they usually see such long wait times that to them ten minutes IS zero minutes.
You say po-ta-to, I say po-tah-to?
The doctor was in my room for a grand total of about 22 seconds before he left to get me a prescription and send me on my way.
That’s the kind of trip to the walk-in clinic I like! Quick and dirty. Except not really dirty at all, unless you count the ugly white patches.
After what has been an extremely consistent 3.5 hour stretch of sleep each night, Isla has taken to sleeping a little longer each night. This is good, except I’ve been staying up late because I keep expecting her to wake up any minute. I’m working on that. :)
Not so much during the day, though… Where is the child who wouldn’t even stay awake to eat? She’d love to sleep if I’d take a nap with her, and while I can’t say I dislike naps, I do like to be awake for some portion of the day. Babies are such mysteries!
This is her taking a nap in the carpool pickup lane. She’s pretty much the cutest thing ever!
Essie’s Turquoise and Caicos… fun and makes me think of the beach. It’s a win!
Gabe’s teacher has two spelling lists each week – the blue one is easier and the green one is more difficult. Gabe typically gets the green list. This week he got the blue list, which would be fine except when Tahd put him to bed tonight Gabe offered that he purposefully did poorly on the pretest so he could get the easy list this week.
Oh, dear Gabe! We love how you make us smile and think up tricky ways to stay one step ahead of you. I think we might be behind right now, but we’re fighting a valiant fight!
I signed up for a Color Run! Have you seen these? Seriously – this looks like so much fun! You get pelted with a blast of color explosion every kilometer. There’s only the one small dilemma… at this time I can’t run one entire mile, let alone 3. I’m working on the Couch to 5k on my treadmill, but as soon as it seems nice enough I’m going to put Isla in the jogger and take her out with me. It’s still a little cold, I think, but once it’s warmer it will be easier to run with her than wait for a time when Tahd’s home and/or she’s sleeping to get in my workout.
I’d like to find a photography group. Or a book club. Or something. I’m feeling a little lonely lately.
My husband is not my boss.
I went to a women’s group recently at which we were told our husbands were our bosses. This did not jive well with me. To put it mildly. So when I got home I asked my husband if he thought he was my boss.
And if he thought I should consider him my boss.
Then I asked several women the same questions – women who are older and wiser than me and women who’ve been married a lot longer than me. They didn’t like it, either.
So I just have to say it.
I love my husband and I respect my husband (could do better on both counts, certainly). But he is not my boss.
I’ve been experiencing a frustrating juxtaposition lately – the desire to write along with a lack of inspiration. So I picked up my virgin copy of Writing Down the Bones and finally cracked its spine. Good stuff! It makes me want to bring a little notebook with me wherever I go. There is so much that happens and so much to write about… mundane, beautiful, important, hilarious. At the top of my list I add:
Must write more!
Here, there, and everywhere, really.