Jun 05 2007

Here’s why I haven’t been blogging-

It’s all complaints and boring, downer, life stuff. But because you asked…

Cole has a burst ear-drum. Poop. Poor little booger. No wonder he was such a monster on Sunday night- it was just getting ready to pop. That must hurt like a sunovabitch! I never really had ear infections when I was little, so I don’t really know.

I knew something was wrong on Sunday afternoon when we were coming back from John’s tux fitting. Cole was kind of listless, quiet, and not wanting food. When I put him back in his carseat after our late lunch, he felt really warm. I gave him some tylenol and he was quiet/sleeping all the way home.

That night, I put him to bed like usual, but he would toss and turn for a little while and then stand wailing in his crib until I could get to him. I took pity on him and let him sleep with us that night. He seemed comforted by sleeping with his head on my neck. It was less than comforting for me.

His daycare lady said that he was just not himself yesterday- way too quiet and not hungry. Last night he seemed to get quite a bit better, but I guess that was after the infection popped.

So he’s on the damn antibiotics again. I hate antibiotics, but I don’t know what else to do. I don’t like messing around with ears; his hearing is too precious. I just feel like maybe they could help me with prevention rather than dosing him after the fact.

Since then he’s developed a nasty cough and keeps himself up at night. I will blame some of my lack of motivation on having to get up in the middle of the night to cram cough medicine down an extremely reluctant but very strong toddler’s throat. That is not something one should have to do at 4:00 am.

And now I feel the cough tickle coming on. I’m thrilled. Completely. Can’t you tell?

I want a pop-tart.

Work has been interesting. I have a new position but, because it hasn’t been announced to the rest of the company, I still feel unsettled. It could also have something to do with not having a real job description or any training to speak of. It’s a strange place to be in. I think I will really like this position once I get rolling, but right now I just feel like going home and burying my head in a pillow. It’s bringing out the hyper-avoidant traits I tend toward anyway, which is really not a good thing.

And I’m tired.

And there’s still drama in my dance troupe, which doesn’t actually have anything to do with me, but still has made for some uncomfortable moments. I think I’m taking it too hard. All I want to do is dance.

We have a wedding to go to at the end of the month which I’m really looking forward to, but is costing us a good bit of money. Our friend is worth it, but it does make the budget awfully squeaky. I’m totally planning on using it as an excuse for family photos, though. It will also be the first time I’ll see John in a tux in person. I’ve seen pictures of the elusive beast, but I can’t wait to be able to see the real thing. I may not be able to contain myself. He should be prepared to be licked.

So that’s it. I’m a big old ball of… meh.

However, I’m a a big old ball of meh that now officially fits into her skinniest pre-pregnancy pants. So that’s something.