Just Another Monday
Monday again, and somehow we are still on spring break. Will it never end?
Actually, it wasn’t bad at all. My mom is here, and that makes life a lot easier. That’s going to be a familiar refrain for the next month. Of course she is driving me slightly crazy since it is hard to suddenly be living with another person who does things completely differently than you. She’s very helpful, but takes up a lot of room in my kitchen. Teaching her to recycle is going to be a month long process as well. We rarely have a full trash bag on trash day. Heck, we rarely have a half-full trash bag on trash day (we have two trash days a week). The majority of our waste goes in the recycling bin. It bothers me when something gets thrown in the trash when it could have been recycled. I guess it is just a generational difference.
My mom bought Erik a bubble gun and a bunch of bubble wands, so we went outside and played. Our neighbor girl came out and joined us and suddenly we had company all afternoon. It was nice! None of the grown-ups had to entertain the children–they were quite happy entertaining each other.
At one point they totally disappeared and we finally found them in Erik’s little play tunnel in the basement gorging themselves on Easter candy. I hope the other mom wasn’t mad! She didn’t seem to be. She’s also pregnant, due April 16th. She’s just as tired as I am.
Not much to report otherwise. Erik is all about his grandma. He wants to live with her and wants nothing to do with me. My feelings might be hurt if I wasn’t so tired.
Tomorrow I need to write out a bunch of “taking care of Erik” information. Feed him, clean him, give him medicine. Sounds easy, but I guess I should write things down like “Five fish sticks=55 sec in microwave.” How would you know if it is something you never cooked before? And then there’s the Zyrtec, which I already tried to explain but which is apparently too confusing to understand.
The store didn’t have normal bottles of Zyrtec. I’ve checked several times in the past week, but they continue to be out of stock. Instead, I had to buy stupid pre-dosed “spoons” that are for ages 6 and older. Our doctor said to give him 1/2 teaspoon per day and the spoons come with 1 teaspoon. So when I get out a spoon, I squirt half of the dosage into a little medicine measuring cup and save it for the next day, then give him the spoon with the other half. Simple, right? What a pain in the frickin’ butt. Why does anyone need all these plastic pre-dosed spoons? What’s so hard about a bottle and a measuring cup/spoon? Seriously, even if I wasn’t having to do all this squirting out of exact dosages I would be annoyed. That’s just so much plastic waste that is completely unnecessary.
All these little details of life are second nature, but trying to explain them to someone else takes more energy than I have right now. I never really feel like we have a schedule or structure to our days, but looking at it from the perspective of telling someone else what we do? Yeah. We’re pretty structured and scheduled. Not that I think it’s a bad thing. In fact, I know children thrive on schedule and structure so I’m pleased to figure out I’ve been doing it “right” all along without realizing it.
I’m sitting here with swollen feet and braxton-hicks contractions. I think I better go to bed and hope these stupid braxton-hicks go away. They don’t exactly hurt, but they are annoying when I’m in a sitting position. I keep thinking maybe my water will break and I can go have a c-section tonight. You wouldn’t hear me complain. Unless something happens at one of my appointments this week or I go into labor, I have 8 days to go!