Wednesday, June 23, 2010
It was inevitable.
My little poo-butt picked up some germ or other at dinosaur camp last week, and has been laying around like this, not doing much of anything. Well. She's producing gallons of snot. OTHER than that, not much. She's been off her grub, down to eating normal amounts of food, and hoarse. No fever, though. So we're giving her decongestants and letting it run its course.
This is particularly well-timed because the husbeast switched to the night shift this week, so he's trying to sleep in while the kid horks up a lung and cries in this tiny apartment. And me, stuck in the middle. The fun never ends.
So that's where I've been. I didn't think you wanted descriptions of the kleenex the Goober's been dirtying, and that's about all I've got to blog about.
One exciting thing. Dates on the house are set now. The owners are moving out the sixth of July, and we can move in on the seventh. Our house is set to be delivered on the fiteenth; we set it up before we knew just when the previous owners would be out. That one year deadline we had? We'll make it by twelve days.
It's a good thing I didn't know last July that I wouldn't be seeing any of my stuff for an entire year, or I'd have gone completely bonkers.
Last weekend, while the Goober was in the process of getting sick and we didn't realize it yet, we told the Goober to clean her room. She did. We went in, and you could see the floor, and so we mad a big fuss about how good she'd been.
Then I opened the closet door.
Am I the only one imagining little kids huddled over beers at a bar at dinosaur camp, trading parent tips? "Oh yeah, when you gotta clean your room, shove it all in the closet." "Yeah, or under the bed." "Oh, yeah, excellent idea."
There was also a request for knitting photos.
Still working on this. Nothing much to see. It takes a while to knit a mini-shawl in sock yarn. Especially when it's in stockinette. I did lose track of the second Crazy Zauberball. Took me an hour to find it. It was in a bag of fiber batts. Maybe it got cold? Or decided to hide? I can't, for the life of me, remember putting it there, and I've got everyone in the house terrified of my wrath when it comes to touching the fiber. Even the cat. So the ball of yarn MUST have rolled off on its own.
Now I'm gonna hit publish, 'cause our weather looks like this:
at 5:20 PM