It has been on LOOOOOOOOOOONG winter. Long and freakin snowy.
The snowbanks were over our heads! They’re still waist high on most roads.
Anyway, I’ve neglected this blog…how rude.
But you know, I’ve been busy.
PUPPIES!!!!
Happy Valentines Day.
We aren’t celebrating this event (in truth we rarely do anyway).
But this year, Chris and I have the flu (why oh WHY didn’t we get a flu shot when we had the chance)
Both kids have had their turns and now it’s ours. Two kids healthy, two parents sick.
Those my friends are not good odds.
Brendan has always suffered from night terrors.
When he was an infant they were QUITE alarming.
When he reached about 3 or 4 they became disturbing, he wouldn’t know who we were or where he was. He wouldn’t make sense when he tried to talk to us. One time he thought Chris was abducting him. And one time he thought I was a witch in a forest that took children (shut up jon!).
In the last couple of years they’ve become mostly entertaining. One time last winter he came down stairs…looked blindly at us and continued down to the basement to put on his skis. He thought he was a the ski hill and the change room is in the basement…I found him in our basement milling around looking for his ski boots.
They happen normally when he is over tired. Or if he is woken up half way through a deep sleep.
Last night he had all sorts of perfect conditions for a night terror event. (not sure what they are called when he’s not afraid…)
He’s been home with the flu this week, high fever..vomit the whole shebang. So a combination of the fever, exhaustion and gravol all came together to produce the following chuckle.
It was close to midnight, he had been asleep for maybe 2.5hrs. He came staggering out scratching his arms.
Bren: “I have a muslim rash”
us: “um”
Bren: “I have a muslim rash, I was on a dairy farm and I got covered in it”
Bren: “It’s disgusting”
us: “um”
us: “ok…”
So I herded him back to bed as usual. Once we got there he picked up his baby quilt and tossed it across the bed.
I asked him why he didn’t like his quilt tonight.
Bren “Because it fell in a dairy farm and now it’s disgusting”
Bren: “my hands feel weird”
At this point he suddenly woke up and was coherent.
Seriously weird.
I don’t know why BOTH my children have night terrors and waking dreams (THAT’S what it’s called when they aren’t so terrifying) but they say it’s often hereditary and parents that talk in their sleep (which I CONSTANTLY do) often produce children that talk, or freak their parents right the fuck out, in their sleep.
What’s SERIOUSLY scary is when Noah has one and is terrified of both of us,….he has NO clue who we are…and he cannot finish a sentence..he is usually sobbing. And he’s uncomfortable with us, and wants his parents.
Sometimes he tries to leave the room…because he’s SCARED of us.
I hate it.
then at some point he’ll have a yawn, the kind that gives you a shiver and then he’s back.
WEIRDNESS! And not nearly as funny as the muslim dairy farms.
Brendan slept at Feffie and Lady T’s house last night.
And now…he is PUKING his guts out…fever and all.
Coincidence?
I think not.
Did not get the job.
It was between myself and another woman. An older woman with older teen aged kids. I lost.
But they will be keeping my resume on file in case she doesn’t work out.
How nice of them.
bastards!
Anyway, a non-productive weekend. Noah has a lingering cough (not like him). We celebrated Bren’s birthday…dinner, cake…more presents etc.
I applied for another job, that I don’t even want. But I will probably get because I have an insider. But it will be a job for now. i might wear a disguise to work but whatever.
I had almost NO physical activity this weekend. How sad is that?
last week my sister (not feffie) and I snowshoed across a lake and sat on it”s frozen rocky shore. Had a little wine, water and sandwiches. Our fire failed miserably and we were a little chilly having spent 5+ hrs in -30 windchills. But it was fun! And active! And HARD because of SO MUCH POWDER…exhausting like running in knee deep water.
But in a good way?
kind of.
Anyway I kept it up for most of the week and then fell flat for the weekend.
I haven’t given up on a return to running. No sir. In fact, I have been searching out my winter running gear, in hopes to get 5k walk/run in this week.
I have a hundred million bazillion reason NOT TO RUN, because dude, it’s cold! and also it’s WARM, the sidewalks are icy, and slushy. My ankle hurts! And by fuck it’s hard work!
But but but, I am forcing myself…to go (once I locate running gear…or at the very least a running bra because…OW! and also…EW!)
I’m a little bummed about that job. It’s one I would have done well at. I would have enjoyed it and I really felt my interviews went well.
GOD I HATE THEM AND THEIR STINKING ROTTING GUTS!
In other news…..
Dori is pregnant. That’s right the bich-poo and the labradoodle (standard size) successfully mated. We kind of didn’t worry about because I really really really didn’t think it could happen. Oops! I am wondering if she is going to just have one huge puppy?
Anyway proceeds of the sale of these ultra hypoallergenic puppies will go towards NEUTERING the labradoodle do, since I am morally opposed to fixing females…because menopause sucks! And we usually always always always fix our males…but nooo not this time! it can wait! he can’t even crouch down low enough for her.
Let me tell you it was QUITE disturbing…and also…a little hilarious.
heh.
LOL.
I will spare you the details but let me just say? Dori’s back feet were off the ground.
HA!
also
OUCH!
