Ups and Downs
Up: It was parent night for kindergarten parents! I felt so strange sitting in those little kindergarten chairs, hearing about all the things the kids would be doing. I am really glad I have a lot of experience in a school setting so I don’t have to worry about some of the things the other parents are worried about. I know the teachers and staff want to be there and have systems in place to keep my kid safe from harm.
Down: There’s a giant, friggin’ hurricane headed our way! Is it really going to hit us? I am not very prepared. I need to go to the store tomorrow and buy us some non-perishable food. I do not like being hungry. But when am I going to have time to go to the store? I’m babysitting until noon, then have to be at Erik’s school again at 3:30. Elsa should nap in between. I think she will just have to be napless. Hurricane preparedness is more important than a baby nap. My only worry is the the shelves will be totally cleared off by the time we get to the store.
Up: Elsa got a haircut today! And it wasn’t even traumatic! Erik agreed to get his hair cut with no drama, thank dog. I made a comment to the stylist that I really should get Elsa’s hair cut, but I was too afraid. When she finished Erik’s hair, she asked if I wanted her to trim Elsa’s bangs. We didn’t sit her down or anything. I just stood there and held her while the lady went “snip, snip, snip.” It looks sooooooo much better. I guess cutting bangs is not nearly as traumatic as a full on clipper buzz.
Down: I didn’t get a picture of the haircutting process. Booooo! I didn’t have my camera with me, and even if I did who would have taken the pictures? I’m falling down on my documentarian job.
Up: I’ve resisted temptation and haven’t had any snacks or sweets today.
Down: I feel like the biggest, fattest, grossest human being on the planet. And I just. . . can’t. . . quit. . . eating. The grosser I feel, the more I want chocolate. I wish this baby would stop being sick all the time so I could get into a good workout routine. I knew if I ever stopped gymming it on a daily basis I would turn into a giant blob. I was already a giant blob. I can’t afford to be any bigger.
Up: Elsa didn’t puke on me in middle of the night. Big up, right there!
Down: Erik growled at Elsa this afternoon. It totally freaked her out. She started sobbing. Then she started coughing. Then she barfed all over me. I changed clothes, obviously, but that puke smell is pretty pervasive. I must have made an excellent first impression at the school–my hair was frizzed out, I smelled like puke. I’m a big blob. Ugh. You know it’s humid when my straight as a stick hair gets frizzed out.