To Post or Not
Will I get to post or will Elsa get crabby and need me even though she hasn’t needed me for quite some time?
Of course she’ll need me.
I’ve become a wimp when it comes to the cold, but a big part of the problem is lack of cold winter gear. It has been dreadfully cold the last week or so and I don’t know what to do with Elsa. I kept thinking “I wish I had some socks that would stay on. . . like maybe be connected to each other somehow so they couldn’t just be pulled off and it would be nice if they were really warm. . . ”
Yeah, I’m an idiot. I totally forgot about the existence of tights. I’m such a ground breaker. I could have sewn some of my special sock inventions and I would have been rich!
Not that I ever sew anything anymore. With my bad back, sewing is the last thing I want to do, even if I had the time. I need to make my cousin’s new daughter (adopted from Korea and finally home!) a quilt, but that doesn’t seem to be happening either.
I went to Kohl’s to get some tights and there were exactly four pairs of baby tights in the whole freakin’ store. Not four styles or sizes. Four pairs.
I now own them all, even though not a single one of them matches anything in her wardrobe. I ordered a few more off amazon so I hope they get here soon.
It snowed a few inches yesterday so I called a snow day. I had Erik bundled up and ready to go, but he was coughing up a lung and there were two cars spun out. I took that as a sign. If things were that bad going, how bad would they be when I had to go pick him up? He woke up with a fever this morning so no school again. In a way it is kind of nice since our whole day hasn’t been planned around pick up and drop off. He’s still in his pajamas, playing a video game. That would be the downside.
We did spend some very educational time watching Cash Cab. I like the general knowledge questions; he likes watching the score add up. He’s looking quite pink cheeked and glassy eyed, so I guess I’m not the most horrible mother in the world to just let him lay around and play games.
He wanted to play in the snow yesterday and I couldn’t really figure out what to do with Elsa, so I made a giant tactical error and took her out in her carrier. I used my baby wearing coat, which was totally cool even if it is uglier than sin and the most unfashionable thing I own (and I own a lot of unfashionable things). She was nice and snug, though I think she freaked a few people out with just her head popping out of a hole in my coat. I shoveled the walk in my Shape-Up shoes and managed to totally screw up my knee.
Status:
Back, still hurts. Not sure the chiro really did much for me.
Knee, killing me. Have learned to walk up and down stairs without bending it.
Toe, ingrown nail.
Aren’t I just the picture of rosy health?
On the plus side, my complete lack of exercise and my obsession with chocolate sodas has led to me moving down to another size tub of jeans. Yes, down. It’s actually the nursing, I assume. I must say, I learned my lesson about all that weight lifting. I LOVED it. I loved feeling strong. I loved the rhythm of the Body Pump class. I did not love bulking up. I’m too manly. Instead of toning up and slimming down, my muscles popped every which-a-way and I had to buy bigger clothes. Massive goal failure.
I forgot to tell you the results of my huge anti-protester rant. The day of Elsa’s appointment was freezing and windy. I think the wind chill factor was something like 6F. COLD! Not a single protester could be found–the first time I’ve ever been happy about such bitterly cold winds. I am a very big advocate of free speech, but I don’t understand how people can put such disgusting signs on display like that.
Elsa weighed 24 pounds and got a few shots. That was that, I suppose.
I have so much to do, but I’m stuck at home not doing any of it! It is so frustrating to feel the need to get things done pressing so heavily on me, but not being able to actually do any of them (mostly buying things that I don’t want Erik to see).
And now Miss Elsa does need me so I guess my time is done.