The Queen's Rambles

It was rainy today. I hate it when we can’t go outside and play. I suppose if we lived someplace rainy we would just adjust and go outside. I remember my years in Astoria, tromping around in the rain. I stopped wearing make-up and doing my hair when I lived there because what was the point? It would just be smeared and bedraggled by the time I got to my car.

But now I’m wimpy and don’t want to go stand out in the rain watching a kid play. How would he even play? He’d just get all wet. Bah.

At least he had preschool so that gave me a couple of hours to myself. I sewed a few more cloth nursing pads. I hope they work well. I’m also thinking of sewing up some kind of cloth menstrual pads. I HATE HATE HATE pads with an unholy passion, but you aren’t supposed to use a DivaCup for postpartum bleeding. Male readers, aren’t you glad to read this? Cloth pads would be way better than plastic and paper. I guess I need to give it some thought and get sewing.

I only mention the nursing pads because it leads to a lovely visual that will entertain you all.

I’ve gotten in the habit of going into the dining room and letting Erik play in the living room. It doesn’t usually last long since he is a social kid and can’t stand spending time alone (sometimes I swear he belongs to my sister), but it’s nice while it lasts. So I’m sitting in the dining room, when I suddenly see a pale streak run through the kitchen.

He’s naked. Of course. Even though he had been dressed for school. He’s wearing his new goggles. He’s throwing my nursing pads all over the place, calling them his frisbees.

I sort of felt like I should do something about the situation, but really? What was being damaged? The cloth nursing pads were probably the least dangerous things he’s ever decided to throw around. It wasn’t like they’d been used.

The day only got worse when I called Mike around 4:30 with a small hope that maybe he would be home by 5.

Ha!

Hahahahahahahahaaha.

He got home at 8:48. Just like yesterday! I’m trying to be grateful that he has a job. I’m trying to be happy that he has a job that can provide me with a new van that has everything I could possibly want. I’m trying to be grateful that we aren’t living on the street. But no. Twelve hour days are more of the norm than eight hour days. That’s not acceptable. He mentioned that they had a meeting at work to discuss what could be done to improve employee morale. They should have called me. I have one big idea.

I’m really glad one of his co-workers didn’t call tonight and want to debrief. It would have been embarrassing for Mike to go to work on Monday. I would have had just a few things to say about a call at 9 pm on a Friday night. It was bad enough on a Thursday night.

Pregnant women can be insane, just so you know. I distinctly recall a phone call to Verizon in my 8th month with Erik that involved a string of horrible profanities the likes of which I didn’t even know I knew. I still maintain they have the worst customer service ever, but perhaps my reaction was a little over the top.

I’m just glad it’s the weekend. Mike will be here and can play with Erik and maybe I won’t have the kid blowing in my ear every five minutes. He’s lucky I haven’t lost my cool and slapped him upside the head. I’ve just lost my cool and yelled at him. I guess he enjoys the yelling because he keeps blowing in my ear, which he knows I hate. I probably have some sort of sensory issues or something, but I can’t stand to have my head touched, my hair played with, or my ear blowed in. The way he does it is painful and leaves ringing in my ears. And yes, he does it just because he knows it bothers me.

At least I have my new van. Did I mention it’s pretty? It’s blue! Have you ever looked at the color selection available for mini-vans? Pathetic. There are about 15 shades of beige, a white, and a blue. What do I love about it? Everything. It sits up higher so I can see things a lot easier. I don’t have to struggle to get in and out with my big belly. I don’t have to bend over to get Erik’s belt on. I don’t have to worry about opening the back door wide enough to fasten Erik in without hitting the car next to me. It has lots of cool stuff. Love love love it!

The only cons: It seems to take a lot more gas and it is hard to see behind me to change lanes. I have the mirrors set-up, but I don’t really trust mirrors.

The DVD player is also more of a con than a pro at this moment. I think it will be a wonderful thing for road trips, but I am not really comfortable with Erik watching it every time we’re in the car. He wants to, of course. I could just say no, but I don’t want to deal with the whining. We’ve already had a come to Jesus talk about the whining–we take short trips. No way will an episode of Backyardigans be over by the time we get somewhere. He was crying about it and saying he wouldn’t get out of the car until he show was over, but I think we’ve solved that problem with a couple of no-TV trips.