Actually, it's been more like a sick week here at the G & G household. It started on Tuesday when Lil' S1 woke up in the wee hours of the morning with a bit of a fever. We gave him some Children's Motrin, and it went down, and he went back to sleep, but when he woke up to start the day, he wasn't himself. Last time I nudged him to go to school when he wasn't feeling well, he threw up in his classroom, so this time I figured it best to keep him home.
S just started her new job -- it was her first week in the office -- so she understandably didn't want to take a sick day, which mean I had to stay home with him. He's actually really easy when he's sick. He doesn't have the energy to bother me constantly about entertaining him. He sleeps a lot, and then when he isn't sleeping, he watches TV, and when I finally turn it off (he'd literally watch all day if we let him), he lies on the couch and thumbs through books. I could have easily worked from home, but my computer was at the office, so I took a sick day too. It was kinda nice, except for the fact I had to miss my Krav Maga class. Also, I was worried I would be next.
It was a well-founded worry. I would say about 40% of the time the kids are sick they get me sick too, and this was one of those times. It's a weird bug. I simultaneously have a head cold and a nervous stomach. It's not knock-you-on-your-ass terrible, but it's annoying as hell. I have to stop what I'm doing every few minutes to blow my nose or sneeze twenty times in rapid-fire succession or make a mad dash to the toilet. I feel like I'm constantly egesting something.
I also can't sleep well, which makes it that much worse. It's the Catch-22 of illness: You need to sleep so that you can stop being hacking and wheezing, but you can't sleep because you're hacking and wheezing. I've had some crazy vivid dreams the last few nights too. Those ones that feel so real, and leave you waking up in a state of utter confusion. I dreamed that I forgot I was watching the kids, so I left the house, and then I remembered it and had to get back home. It was one of those classic anxiety-filling trying-to-somewhere-but-can't dreams. That one where you get stuck at a party with your old high school teachers, and when you finally leave your car is blocked in by a garbage truck, so you ride a bike, but the bike-lane becomes a patch of thistle and your tires won't move through it no matter how hard you pedal, so you get out your phone to call somebody, but every time you dial a number you get redirected to gay porn website -- that one.
I'm not sure why it was gay porn, by the way. It's definitely not my subconscious trying to tell me something. I am very sure I'm not gay, because if I was, I would just be gay. I wouldn't be trying to suppress it. In fact, I wish I had a big gay gaggle* of friends, who did brunch, and went to Solid Core, and got happy hour drinks in the gayborhood. That sounds terrific to me. Really, the only part about being gay that doesn't appeal to me is the actual being gay part, so if I was gay I would be completely embracing it. I wouldn't be hiding it away in the recesses of my subconscious.
*Hat-tip to Nancy podcast for the term "gaggle".
Anyway, after I got sick Lil' S2 got sick, and he had to stay home yesterday, so I had to stay home too. I usually work from home on Friday anyway, so I didn't technically take a sick day, but it was hard to get stuff done. Lil' S2 is not as easy as his younger brother. For one thing, he doesn't sleep as much, even when he's sick, and then as soon as he starts feeling the slightest bit better, he wants to roughhouse. So, he goes from bouncing off the walls one minute to throwing up the next. Also, he's not as big a TV watcher as his brother. I put on a movie for him, hoping to work for an hour and a half in peace, and he was upstairs 20 minutes literally tugging on my pant leg. Plus, he can climb everything now. I have my computer on a standing desk, and I would tune him out for a few minutes, and then next thing I know there's a little hand banging on my keyboard. He would push a chair over or a wicker basket, or stand on the heater, or climb the shelf. The other thing he does is he literally climbs up me. He'll grab onto my belt and kinda shimmy his way up, trying to get onto my back. He can't get all the way up, but he gives it a pretty good go. He learned it from his brother who recently ripped the back pocket of my jeans using it as a foothold. They were expensive jeans too. (The tailor was able successfully mend them, if you were worried.)
In other news, the shutdown is over -- for now, hopefully for good. Technically, it's only a three-week reprieve, but I have to suspect even Donald Trump is not dumb enough let it happen again. He might try something else equally dumb (and perhaps even more damaging), but probably not another shutdown. It was an idiotic gambit from the get-go. For one thing, it's premised on the notion that Trump is such an amoral piece of shit that hurting other Americans -- forcing them to miss paychecks and sowing chaos in their lives -- will bother Democrats more than it will bother him. Now, this is true, and I guess Trump knows himself pretty well. But in theory, why should a shutdown give leverage to one party over the other? And what are you left with if the opposition refuses to budge? Well, we got our answer: You are left with nothing. Worse than nothing actually. Trump looks weaker than ever, and Pelosi looks strong as can be. She stood up to the bully and he backed down. She coalesced a disparate Democratic party (for now), and he is still wall-less, with historically low approval ratings. It would be a good thing, except literally nothing about the Trump presidency is a good thing. I can't even feel schadenfreude in his failures because they just remind me that we failed a million times worse as a nation by electing him in the first place.
Okay, that's all for now. Oh wait... one more thing. Remember last post when I mention how S accidentally bought all those cauliflower pizza crusts? Well, we tried to use one. The instructions say you have to bake it by itself before you put on the sauce and all that, and you have to flip it over midway. So, I went to flip it over and this happened.
We still have a couple more, so we will probably try again at some point.
Until next time...
S just started her new job -- it was her first week in the office -- so she understandably didn't want to take a sick day, which mean I had to stay home with him. He's actually really easy when he's sick. He doesn't have the energy to bother me constantly about entertaining him. He sleeps a lot, and then when he isn't sleeping, he watches TV, and when I finally turn it off (he'd literally watch all day if we let him), he lies on the couch and thumbs through books. I could have easily worked from home, but my computer was at the office, so I took a sick day too. It was kinda nice, except for the fact I had to miss my Krav Maga class. Also, I was worried I would be next.
It was a well-founded worry. I would say about 40% of the time the kids are sick they get me sick too, and this was one of those times. It's a weird bug. I simultaneously have a head cold and a nervous stomach. It's not knock-you-on-your-ass terrible, but it's annoying as hell. I have to stop what I'm doing every few minutes to blow my nose or sneeze twenty times in rapid-fire succession or make a mad dash to the toilet. I feel like I'm constantly egesting something.
I also can't sleep well, which makes it that much worse. It's the Catch-22 of illness: You need to sleep so that you can stop being hacking and wheezing, but you can't sleep because you're hacking and wheezing. I've had some crazy vivid dreams the last few nights too. Those ones that feel so real, and leave you waking up in a state of utter confusion. I dreamed that I forgot I was watching the kids, so I left the house, and then I remembered it and had to get back home. It was one of those classic anxiety-filling trying-to-somewhere-but-can't dreams. That one where you get stuck at a party with your old high school teachers, and when you finally leave your car is blocked in by a garbage truck, so you ride a bike, but the bike-lane becomes a patch of thistle and your tires won't move through it no matter how hard you pedal, so you get out your phone to call somebody, but every time you dial a number you get redirected to gay porn website -- that one.
I'm not sure why it was gay porn, by the way. It's definitely not my subconscious trying to tell me something. I am very sure I'm not gay, because if I was, I would just be gay. I wouldn't be trying to suppress it. In fact, I wish I had a big gay gaggle* of friends, who did brunch, and went to Solid Core, and got happy hour drinks in the gayborhood. That sounds terrific to me. Really, the only part about being gay that doesn't appeal to me is the actual being gay part, so if I was gay I would be completely embracing it. I wouldn't be hiding it away in the recesses of my subconscious.
*Hat-tip to Nancy podcast for the term "gaggle".
Anyway, after I got sick Lil' S2 got sick, and he had to stay home yesterday, so I had to stay home too. I usually work from home on Friday anyway, so I didn't technically take a sick day, but it was hard to get stuff done. Lil' S2 is not as easy as his younger brother. For one thing, he doesn't sleep as much, even when he's sick, and then as soon as he starts feeling the slightest bit better, he wants to roughhouse. So, he goes from bouncing off the walls one minute to throwing up the next. Also, he's not as big a TV watcher as his brother. I put on a movie for him, hoping to work for an hour and a half in peace, and he was upstairs 20 minutes literally tugging on my pant leg. Plus, he can climb everything now. I have my computer on a standing desk, and I would tune him out for a few minutes, and then next thing I know there's a little hand banging on my keyboard. He would push a chair over or a wicker basket, or stand on the heater, or climb the shelf. The other thing he does is he literally climbs up me. He'll grab onto my belt and kinda shimmy his way up, trying to get onto my back. He can't get all the way up, but he gives it a pretty good go. He learned it from his brother who recently ripped the back pocket of my jeans using it as a foothold. They were expensive jeans too. (The tailor was able successfully mend them, if you were worried.)
In other news, the shutdown is over -- for now, hopefully for good. Technically, it's only a three-week reprieve, but I have to suspect even Donald Trump is not dumb enough let it happen again. He might try something else equally dumb (and perhaps even more damaging), but probably not another shutdown. It was an idiotic gambit from the get-go. For one thing, it's premised on the notion that Trump is such an amoral piece of shit that hurting other Americans -- forcing them to miss paychecks and sowing chaos in their lives -- will bother Democrats more than it will bother him. Now, this is true, and I guess Trump knows himself pretty well. But in theory, why should a shutdown give leverage to one party over the other? And what are you left with if the opposition refuses to budge? Well, we got our answer: You are left with nothing. Worse than nothing actually. Trump looks weaker than ever, and Pelosi looks strong as can be. She stood up to the bully and he backed down. She coalesced a disparate Democratic party (for now), and he is still wall-less, with historically low approval ratings. It would be a good thing, except literally nothing about the Trump presidency is a good thing. I can't even feel schadenfreude in his failures because they just remind me that we failed a million times worse as a nation by electing him in the first place.
Okay, that's all for now. Oh wait... one more thing. Remember last post when I mention how S accidentally bought all those cauliflower pizza crusts? Well, we tried to use one. The instructions say you have to bake it by itself before you put on the sauce and all that, and you have to flip it over midway. So, I went to flip it over and this happened.
Until next time...
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