Bah
Be prepared, people. I might make lots of updates today. I am bored. BORED. BORED!!! It’s only 9:38 and I already can’t stand the day.
Erik is really sick now. He showed up in our room around 11:30 pm with a horrible cough. Thankfully a rub down with Vicks stopped most of the coughing, but he was still a pain in the ass to sleep with. Why don’t we just take him back to his own room? That would be the smart thing to do, but I feel bad for my poor, sick child. As Heather once said, you don’t stop being a parent just because you prefer to sleep.
Anyway, he woke up again around 5:30 complaining that his “whore was long.” I don’t know how to pronounce hair in Swedish very well, but Erik pronounces it as “whore.” I wasn’t thinking very clearly and it took me awhile to realize he meant hair, not his own personal prostitute. He kept crying and crying about his whore and wouldn’t sleep until I put my hand on his head and pressed down fairly hard. When he was a baby he wouldn’t sleep unless he had pressure on his head. I guess he’s reverting.
I don’t think we are going to be able to go outside today. We’re both too sick. I am supposed to go to the OB for my 30 week appt on Thursday but I just called to reschedule. All the lines were busy but at least I was able to leave a message. I hope they call back soon. Sick me, sick Erik and thirty million feet of snow makes the five minute heart beat check feel a little irrelevant. I am hoping to get my 32 week ultrasound scheduled. I hope they weren’t joking with me when they said I would be having a sonogram that late in the game. I really need some confirmation that this is a girl. It is going to suuuuuuck if she turns into a he, but at least we would have some warning. Maybe I shouldn’t have given away all the clothes just yet.
Someone entertain me. Make lots of posts today. Ask me questions. Tell me a joke. Something!
jeanette1ca said,
February 9, 2010 @ 11:56 am
SAYING GOODBYE TO MOTHER
You Don’t Have To Own A Cat To Appreciate This One! You don’t even have to like ’em!
We were dressed and ready to go out for the New Years Eve Party. We turned on a night light, turned the answering machine on, covered our pet parakeet and put the cat in the backyard.
We phoned the local cab company and requested a taxi. The taxi arrived and we opened the front door to leave the house. The cat we had put out in the yard, scoots back into the house. We didn’t want the cat shut in the house because she always tries to eat the bird.
My wife goes out to the taxi, while I go back inside to get the cat. The cat runs upstairs, with me in hot pursuit. Waiting in the cab, my wife doesn’t want the driver to know that the house will be empty for the night. So, she explains to the taxi driver that I will be out soon, ‘He’s just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.’
A few minutes later, I get into the cab. ‘Sorry I took so long,’ I said, as we drove away. ‘That stupid bitch was hiding under the bed. I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out! She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by the neck. Then, I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching me. But it worked! I hauled her fat ass downstairs and threw her out into the back yard!’
The cab driver hit a parked car.