The Queen's Rambles

This girl has a will of iron. She will NOT eat anything given to her by spoon. She will NOT drink anything that has an irony taste. She will not eat treats made with iron. Honestly, the treats I made tasted like the bottom of a cast iron skillet so I don’t blame her. And she most certainly won’t take her medicine like a good girl. Or even a bad girl.

I was so frustrated yesterday that I temporarily lost my mind and decided to just force the iron down her throat. We were able to do it and even able to get her to swallow by blowing in her face.

Of course, the whole reason we don’t force medicine down her is because she forces herself to throw up. Which she did. Spectacularly.

I’m going to call the doctor next week and see if we need to think about getting her shots or something. I am worried. I tried to turn to Doc Google to see how worried I should be, but am not turning up any numbers and nothing worth reading other than lists of iron rich food. I’m totally buying some chicken livers tomorrow and frying them up for her.

I have drastically reduced the amount of nursing during the day and am giving her lots of meatballs and other iron rich foods instead. I don’t know if this is making her cranky or if something else is making her cranky, but she’s been really clingy and crying and just wanting her mommy. Then we have Erik, my dearest son, who also loves his mommy and wants to be IN MY FACE and talking non-stop and fighting and wrestling and just ALL OVER ME. Constantly. It was spring break this week, did you know?

I am one exhausted mother. You’d think it would help that my mom is here. In fact, I’m sure it has helped a lot, but there is not much she can do about Elsa since Elsa is such a mamma’s girl.

I’d had enough this afternoon and ran away to Fashion Bug. I am too old to shop there, but I did manage to find a couple of cute things. They have really good customer service, almost annoyingly so. I thought I was on the set of a make-over show because there was a girl in her early 20s and a mom and they were both crying and crying and thanking the sales girls and the sales girl was crying. The girl hated shopping and could never find anything to wear and was just so relieved to finally find a store like Fashion Bug. Her mom bought her over $700 worth of clothing so I guess they were all having a good day. I wanted to ask where they were from since the Fashion Bug is not exactly new or innovative. The girl wasn’t even all that heavy so I’m sure she could have found stuff elsewhere, but the Fashion Bug is definitely a store she should be shopping at.

Afterward, I walked to K-Mart and asked for zip ties in the garden department because Mike needed some for gardening purposes. They had no clue what I was talking about. My mom said they probably thought I was going to kidnap someone because that’s what you use zip ties for. My mother. Oh that woman. She’s met many of my friends and acquaintances and thinks at least 1/3 of them are abused women based on very scanty evidence. She really needs to stop watching all those Lifetime movies and court shows. They make her think her life is normal and everyone is abused.

Adding to the stress: my sewing machine is broken. I finally had time to baste that baby quilt I made a few weeks (months?) ago and was all set to quilt it. Mike and I have both messed around, but the things is just not working. There’s a problem with the bobbin or the needle or both. The bobbin keeps hitting the foot, which should not be happening. I’ve cleaned the thing out multiple times, tried several different needles, different threads, different bobbins. I guess I am going to have to spring for a real repair. On the plus side, I complained about it on FB and one of my local friends said I can borrow her machine. I “fixed” it for her last year so I know it’s a pretty decent machine. She’d never used it because it wouldn’t work correctly. Turns out the feed dogs were lowered. I fixed that and she’s sewed on it exactly one time since then. I’m sure she won’t mind giving it up for the length of time it will take me to finish off the baby quilt.

I was planning on getting more caught up with my Harry Potter paper piecing project, but who knows when that will happen. I guess I’ll have to find that repair shop first.

Also, we are thinking of buying a new dryer.

And I want a new dining room set. Ours is really old and gross and the chairs hurt my back because they are completely worn out.

While I’m buying new things, maybe I’ll just get a body transplant. I suppose I’m going to have to cancel my gym membership, but I sure do need something to make my giant belly disappear. And my flabby arms. I am so disgusted with myself. My biceps were so awesome when I was doing BodyPump, but now they are more flabby than they’ve ever been before. Stupid weight lifting. Grrrrr. I wish Miss Elsa would stay at the child care and my back wasn’t killing me. Even if I could go to the gym I would be afraid of lifting weights because of my back problem.

Ok, I suppose someone has to go get Easter baskets organized and things like that. I am tired of being a mommy. I love my kids and wouldn’t trade them for anything, but sometimes being the responsible one gets just a weeeeeeee bit old.