The Queen's Rambles

I don’t know if I’m depressed or sleep deprived. The most depressing thing is my body. It will not function the way I want it to function. I think I have a pinched nerve in my back, which is making life all kinds of fun. If I stand or sit on anything hard, my back starts burning like no tomorrow. It’s not a muscle ache. Of course, this is complicated by the 23 pound lump of pure fighting muscle I have to carry around everywhere. The worst chair in the house by far? The computer chair? So I can’t even enjoy catching up on blogs or writing or doing anything enjoyable without incredible pain.

Thus, I am depressed.

Why did my children have to destroy my laptop?

I am just about ready to go buy an iPhone blackberry droid doohickey.

On the plus side, I am feeling a bit organized this holiday season. I’ve already started planning out my advent calendar. As you know, I am not the most crafty person so when I saw directions to make a big, fancy advent calendar last year I said “that is SO COOL” and then promptly decided I couldn’t do it. Luckily it was easily modified into a form that a non-creative person can quickly create.

So easy! I just hung up squares with garland and little tiny binder clips. I made a whole PDF hand out about how to do this (with ideas for projects and other tips) for my MOMS Club newsletter and was planning on sharing it with you, but I can’t seem to access my FTP, which means I have no idea how to upload it. I would be worried about that, but my back hurts too much so I can’t obsess.

What else?

Erik is way too smart for his own good and I’m likely to die of embarrassment. They are working on an economics unit in preschool and are supposed to come up with a product they can sell. They have to have something from nature and turn it into a product with some tools. Erik’s product is a direct result of his country music indoctrination.

Item from nature: corn.
Product: whiskey.
Tool: Mommy’s computer to find the recipe and Daddy’s wine bottles to put the whiskey in.

I don’t know how much of this he shared with the teacher and how much he just shared with me. I fear we need to go back to listening to the Wiggles 24/7. A nice fruit salad would make a good product, wouldn’t it? Yummy, yummy.

Elsa is starting to thin out from all her crawling, thank goodness! Heather, I kept meaning to send you those clothes, but now they fit. I’m sorry! I feel bad, but I have to admit I’m glad she can wear them longer than a week.

She has gone from being a happy all the time baby, to being very, very frustrated in short bursts. Oh woe is me (not). She’s been happily commando crawling for a few weeks, but now she’s figured out she can get up on her knees. She just can’t figure out how to go, so she sits there and wails and cries until I save her. Poor little thing. Erik’s been trying very hard to teach her how to crawl, but she just won’t listen (much to his annoyance).

We all seem to have yet another cold. Will we ever be healthy again? I think that’s what I’m most depressed about. I don’t remember feeling good and healthy since my 35th birthday almost 2 years ago. I can’t imagine how depressed actual chronically ill people must be.

And now I have a crying baby, a burning back and an impatient boy. Guess that does it for this installment of All Whining, All the Time.