I just set my Facebook status to: Mir is off to see the wizard! Or at least the new pediatrician, who would pretty much have to bite the head off a live chicken to be a worse option than the last doctor. (And that's about all I have to say about THAT, right now.) While I go make nice, perhaps you'd like a peek into my reasoning when it comes to groceries. I'm pretty sure it's exactly as neurotic as you'd expect.
I'm over at Five Full Plates today, exposing my tender pink insides and admitting that I'm a whiner. (Wow, I'll bet you never saw THAT one coming.)
A several-day absence here is somewhat unprecedented for me---even when I had my hysterectomy, even when I was felled by the flu, heck, even when I went and got married, in the five and a half years this place has been around, I've generally not gone more than a couple of days between postings. Which means something really CRAZY must've happened this week/weekend to keep me away. Something unbelievable. Something all-encompassing. Something that took all of my time and attention and strength! Yes. Well. Um. See, we'd had my folks here all week, and then there was Black Friday and there were...
I didn't mean to disappear, like that, but I came down with an extreme case of Chickenwithitsheadcutoffitis. It's not fatal---thankfully---but does cause me to talk to inanimate objects. Example: This morning as I brewed up a nice, big pot of turkey brine (mmmm, briny!) on one side of me while throwing cranberries into my food processor on the other side, I asked the brine how it was doing. To be more precise, I said: "How are you doing, brine?" My father is slightly hard of hearing, but from his vantage point at the kitchen table he wanted to know who Brian was and why I was talking to him....
The parentals are here for Thanksgiving, and I know that many people find visitors---and in particular, family---stressful, what with the extra bodies and noise and dishes and foibles, but I am generally delighted to have other warm bodies in the house. Especially ones who are happy to entertain my children and buy me dinner. (Sometimes it doesn't take much to make me happy.) These sorts of visits are always All About The Eating, and the fact that the Most Eatingest Holiday falls this week is just a bonus. The new twist, this visit, is that of course last time they were here, we didn't have...
Once upon a time there was a kind, beautiful, talented, and extremely mentally ill woman who said to a few friends, "Do you know what we need? We need to start one of those group blogs and do a weight loss challenge, because it will keep us accountable and honest and I am rabidly competitive and I will mop up the floor with you. Doesn't that sound FUN?" I am pretty sure I was eating some cookies and didn't really hear her clearly when I said, "Sure! Great idea!" Oh, well. I'm stuck, now---I've committed to actually diet and exercise in the new year, and be publicly accountable for it, and...
Hooray---it looks like Chickadee is going to live. We'll be headed in for some more tests, next week, but she's stopped with the narcolepsy (which, quite frankly, was freaking me out) and feels well enough to torment her brother and talk back to us. So I'm pretty sure that's good news, all things considered. Yesterday I found myself full up on cabin fever after most of a week trapped at home with a sick kid, and I kissed my family goodbye and fled the house. I didn't need to do anything. Well, that's not true---I needed to shop for a new bed for Chickadee's room (which is also the guest...
Fall has finally come to Georgia, and that means the temperatures have finally dipped below 70. Otto and I spent a day wrestling the pool cover in place, which made it all the more fun the next time the children accused us of planning wild partying for when they go off with their dad; usually we tell them that we swim naked while eating candy. This time, of course, Monkey said, "NO YOU CAN'T! The cover's on the pool!" He looked so triumphant that I almost felt bad for telling him that, naturally, we grease up with frosting, slip under the cover, and use our empty pixie stick wrappers to suck...
How was your weekend? Our was pretty good (aside from the recital bloodbath on Saturday, of course). Almost relaxing, even, considering all of the running around we did and errands we ran and such. Plus we FINALLY figured out Halloween costumes, after months of vacillation, so that was a relief. (I lovingly helped things along: "Anyone who hasn't made a costume decision by the end of the day will be on their own completely. Who wants more pancakes?") Otto and I enjoyed a game of Scrabble last night and went to bed at a decent hour, rather than what has become our Sunday night routine of...