Running Commentary

(mid)Night (comedy) Terrors! February 12 2008

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.

Of Course It Is January 30 2008

It’s STORMIMG like carazy here.
All the schools are closed all the buses are canceled.
The highway is closed.
It was +5 yesterday all day and into the night. It rained like crazy and then suddenly? Below zero and snow…high winds and LOW windchills (-40 by this afternoon).
FLASH FREEZE.
So…I might have to snowshoe to my interview?
Cause I am GOING, maybe i will be the only one that shows up?

In other unrelated news.
Did you know that when you ground your 12 year old (Happy Birthday Brendan) that it’s totally your fault. And that you are the reason they got in trouble?
EVEN if you offer to let them off their punishment for the day (seeing as it is their birthday afterall) but tomorrow we will resume with our regular scheduled punishment.
THAT is the most horrible thing you can do to a person!
He has NOTHING to do!
MEANEST!
PARENTS!
EVER!

Potty Mouth January 11 2008

This afternoon after school. Watching TV with his Dad, Noah heard a line from a movie as they scanned through the channels.

“When the fuck did we get ice cream”

Just take a WILD guess what he is chanting RIGHT now as he does laps around my house.

I’ll give you a hint…it involves Ice cream and the F bomb.

That’ll go over well at school on Monday.

!

the grass is always greener (and less weedy) September 05 2007

Both kids are gone to school today.

all day.

And after such a tumultuous summer, I thought i would be doing back flips.

And I did….one. And it hurt my back.

And now I’m lonely. Even the dogs are sad.

July may have sucked monkey balls but August was pretty friggin good and adventurous.

My boys are gone. I have no babies anymore.

Noah was like “SEE ya!” And will NOT kiss me infront of his bus (we have to do that 10 minutes before it is due to arrive) and really kind of wanted me to wave from the step and not walk him to the end of the drive way.

he threw me a bone when he whispered in my ear (I will miss you today mommy), I don’t really believe him.

Brendan was a little nervous today, nothing horrible. He is worried about one kid in particular that doesn’t like that fact that people think Brendan is smart.  Ok, but…Brendan IS smart. I think this kid is also smart and maybe feels Brendan is stepping on his toes.

A little pep talk….Adrian doesn’t matter…ignore ignore and if he touches you….tell someone.

And here I am….with the whole rest of my life ahead of me (or at least the whole rest of term)

What to do.

Get a job?

or

Make Chris finally build me a pottery wheel and stained glass work area so I can get my craft on

We shall see.

Oh I would have loved to share photos of the first day of school but oh yeah…My CAMERA FELL IN THE LAKE.

blarg!

and now I am off to lunch with my Momma.

cheers

zzzZZZ August 28 2007

tomorrow my new running program is to start.
nice and slowly.

however i am still awake, with a noah that has a sore tummy.

we are camping out in the rec room watching tv.

not sure what time we’ll get back to bed…I do know that Chris gets up for work in a few hours and will wake us unintentionally if we are down here.

his colour seems better and the cramps seem better and the chills are gone and i think i will try to put him back to bed, poor soul. nothing is worse than a tummy ache when you’re 4.

i pray to all that is holy that this is not a bug that has to work it’s horrible evil way through everyone.

zzzz

p.s. to those who care, Noah’s behaviour has improved 100% percent…ok…well maybe 75% It turns out that mommy and daddy stress totally effects the little ones.

DUH!

Sometimes I’m so stupid.