Running Commentary

better-but still? A horrible mom. July 07 2007

Brendan ended up sleeping out at a friends camp (what we call cottages here) last night. So after dinner in town with my mother putting the finishing touches on feffie’s wedding, I came home relaxed, refreshed & slightly over stuffed.  After consulting my brilliantly edumacted internet lovah and my wacked out mother, I came up with some short term and long term solutions for my Noah, who has been so nasty lately.

And it’s totally all my fault….of course it is.

Clue number one being he NEVER acts this way for anyone else…only me…not in school, not even with Chris.

Up until about a month ago he didn’t act like this with me.

I have been on the phone or computer far too much during the day for whatever reasons. FAR TOO MUCH and not paying enough attention to him.  And then we walk to my mom’s where…her and I chat about wedding stuff and family stuff and guess what? It’s not all about him there either.

AND for some unknown reason? I do not follow through with my threats of punishment with him. I was/am so consistent with Brendan, he KNOWS I mean business. But NOah? He knows I’ll just leave it and he’ll get it anyway.

Today has been better. I’ve made every effort to not ignore him. I even have my saturday morning phone/internet chat with Feffie without incident.  We haven’t had one real issue with him today.

Sometimes I need a slap in the face.

Now if only Brit leaved close enough to work with him, I would totally pay her in baked goods.

oh great…another phase April 20 2007

It seems that spring is here. HURRAY for +20C. We like that.

I washed and hung all the bedding on the line yesterday it was SO nice to go to bed in such fresh smelling sheets and duvet covers lastnight.

For the entire 1.5 hrs I got to enjoy it that is.

Then Noah came in, and couldn’t settle down in our bed. So Chris took him back to his bed, where he whimpered and pouted and refused to lay down. I could hear Chris beginning to lose patience with him so I went in and sent him to bed (I make that sound so saintly and selfless when in reality and I stormed in there and shot him a look and hissed at him “speaking to him through clenched teeth is NOT going to help. MORON. Get out!” ahem).

I crawled in beside him ( under his fresh smelling sheets and duvet cover) and he immediately curled into me, SOBBING.

He was crying about all the bugs outside and how terrifying they are. Houseflies! Bees!  SPIDERS! AHH!

I let him know that there weren’t any of those things in our house and certainly not in his room and he would be safe.

He quieted and we dozed. Hours or minutes or seconds later he was whimpering again, asking me if  I would smash all the bugs I see outside with him. Yes…of course I will.

Will you keep me safe from the houseflies too?

Of course I will, but houseflies don’t hurt us.

What if they come and take my blood? (clearly kids at school are talking about bugs)

Well houseflies don’t like blood, they like garbage and stinky stuff, you aren’t stinky enough for a housefly.

But, how do they get your blood? HOW DO THEY GET YOUR BLOOD OUT OF YOUR BODY?

And then he curled into me again and we went back to sleep.

then he punched me…and kicked me…and nudged me…and punched  me and snuggled right into me.
And we slept in a single bed.

At 8am he woke up, looked over at me and said

“What are you still doing here?”

tuesday in the sun April 18 2007

Yesterday was gorgeous for the most part.

Noah and I went about our usual morning business, breakfast for him, copious amounts of tea & honey for me.

I nibbled a pb & nutella sandwich and browsed some blogs.

The drapes were open to light the livingroom, FINALLY light that isn’t reflected off the snow.

We decided we would hurry and leave early for school (he doesn’t start until 12:30) so we could play at the park.

Somehow that idea blossomed into LUNCH. AT THE PARK!

I searched the kitchen for picnic fodder and came up only with egg salad sandwichs, apple juice boxes and tea biscuits.

We packed it up and started towards the park.

The park backs on to our street…well kind of.

It backs on to a bush that backs on to our street (and Noah’s school backs on to the park). So on clear and dry days (and most of the wintery winter) Noah and I cut through the bush to get him to school in less than 10 minutes.

So the bush with it’s natural piles of large boulders is where we (and by WE I mean Noah) chose to have our picnic. He loves nothing better than a picnic. We ate egg salad and sipped out drink boxes.  Noah climbed from rock to rock to rock to rock. It was lovely.

After lunch we went to the park where he ran himself into a snizzy, so happy to be outside and warm in a fleece jacket only. The equipment was finally puddle-free (for now anyway), black flies have not reared their ugly heads yet (come on heat wave!) and the bears are too busy finding the dump to bother us in our bush (so far).

To Noah it was the best lunch EVER. It may as well have been filet mignon. He told everyone about the fabulous picnic he had for lunch on the rocks.

After school, I brought him a rice crispy square, we stopped on our rocks again and he had his afternoon snack.

This time he was slightly more subdued and took the time to point out to me which rocks he has peed on from to time when nature calls while he is too busy at the park with his Dad (of course!) to make it up the street to home.

Nice.

If I had been smart enough to charge the batteries in my camera I would have even taken pictures of our picnic…but I’m certifiably brain dead these days so….no such luck.

Noah Weirdness April 12 2007

Noah has a new friend.

He is imaginary.

He likes to say “shit”.

A lot.

His name, is Bob.

And Noah threw him in he garbage today and the garbage man took him to the dump. Apparently he will be replaced shortly by a new, much nicer Bob. Noah is quite pleased by this.

And people thought i was weird when Donny and Marie Osmond like in my cardboard house in my basement when I was four (they left only on wednesday when they would do their show, at which point my friend the donkey “DONKEY” came and hung out with me, he loved oranges). Ok maybe that is weird.

BUT SO IS NOAH!

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In other news, I walked to the hospital yesterday (details about why after this) and it’s not THAT far, it’s between 3 - 4km according your logyourrun.com, I had my trusty iPod along and it took me about 45min of the hilly terrain.

Thing is, I WANTED TO RUN. So badly. I kept thinking I should run, which I actually did consider at one point, but seriously who wants a visit from a stinky beet red woman who is guzzling your water.

there you go, I’m back.

(didn’t hurt that while I was there I met a woman about my height but she was SERIOUSLY morbidly obese, and it made me think THAT COULD TOTALLY BE ME!)

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I was at the hospital because one of my sisters is in there, recovering from surgery for a RUPTURED appendix. You see in Feb she had pain in her right side. Went to the doc at the emergancy room and was sent home with a shot of demerol and a referral for an ultrasound and surgical consult. After which she was sent home and told nothing was found.

Within a week she started to feel better and all was well.

Fast forward to 2 weeks ago when she once again felt a lot of pain. Another trip to the emergency room, and shot of demerol another ultra sound. THIS time however when they FOUND NOTHING in the ultra sound they decided she need a scope.

Which was scheduled for a week later (this past tuesday)

She started to fast at 6pm monday night and was at the hospital for 9am (her scheduled scopey time was 10am). At which point she stripped to a gown and had an IV installed (during which she nearly passed out. but only because she is THAT wimpy) and she sat.

And sat.

And sat somemore.

At 2:45 pm she was finally walked to the OR and was told she should CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN! (we are all so calm walking into an OR dragging an IV pole behind us.)

When we saw her later that afternoon I(5:45) she had finally been brought out of recovery and been admitted, to ICU (only because the regular surgical floor was full) less one appendix. I guess when they went in to have a look the immediatley saw that her appendix had burst, they just don’t know when.

They also found 4 pockets of the infection that has been running amok in her abdomen for who knows how long.

At this point she is much better, she is actually walking around (sort of) but still has not eaten. She has a bag attached to her side draining infection from her abdomen. And they all say she’s lucky to be alive.

Also? As of right now? The doctor has not seen her since he closed her up in the operating room.

I have never had that kind of surgery, but I have had 2 c-sections on opposite ends of this country and both times my doctors and once my accompanying surgeon were into see me before 9am everyday.

Sickening!

Say congrats to Pam! April 01 2007

I’m totally letting the cat out of the bag for Pam because she is sick and her computer is broken and she’s begging me to tell the world.

PAM IS PREGGERS!!!!

Heh, heh. It wasn’t me.

As if it wasn’t enough to torture two children with a crazed mother like Pam, now there will be a third. Don’t worry, Child Protective Services has been notified and will begin parenting lessons (yet, again) as soon as they are able. Hopefully, Noah and Brenden will help new baby, since they’ve been doing the best job they can raising Pam.

Give Pam a big congratulations and extend your sympathies to the doomed third child.

PS
Pam, good job!
Chris, what were you thinking?