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Two One Cent's Worth...

Oh, hell. My darling son just announced that while he was supposed to be napping, he instead ate a penny!

We give him two pennies each week (one for each of his allergy shots he has to have on Mondays) which he likes to keep in his wallet until I eventually make him put them in a piggy bank. And now, he just ate one! I asked him where it was and he smiled and pointed at his tummy.

I totally had that whole "oh, my kid will never do something like that" ideal going on in my head. Pfft!

I know, I know. He'll do a billion OTHER things that I won't expect too. I see it coming. It makes me cringe to think of it.

He's been informed that he has to use the potty chair again whenever he needs to poop now, and I have positioned a fork in the bathroom to "sort" through his poop with until we find the penny again...

EEEEEWWWW!

Oh, how I just love motherhood. I'm totally making Brian go through the poop until Monday morning. It's gotta be HIS genetics as *I* never swallowed a penny as a child (aparently my husband swallowed a dime when he was little). Cross your fingers it comes out tomorrow.

Brian looked it up and we don't have to get worried unless it doesn't come out after four days. FOUR days of poop-squishing? Oh man, I hope not! Brian also had the lovely idea to wonder aloud if he even really did swallow the penny or if he dreamed it while napping...

Urk. So now I'm hoping he DID swallow it just so my little guy can avoid the X-rays or whatever they have to do if it DOESN'T come out the other end. Nevermind that the stupid penny will cost us at least 20 bucks in medical copays on the insurance if we DO have to take him to the doctor. *rolls eyes*

It's like the treasure hunt from hell.

And, of course, he's practically getting rewarded for this one. It's been explained that eating food will help it come out the other end. And it just so happens that we're having leftover pizza for dinner tonight. I can't even take advantage of the chance to get him to eat some nice chicken and veggies meal. Nope, the kid gets to feast on pizza. All for the low, low price of one little penny.

I may just put that penny in his baby book one day. Once I sterilize the damned thing.

EEEWWWW!!!

*sigh*

G'night!

Current Mood: amused

Rhythms...

With Jareth having started up preschool again this month, we are trying to find the "rhythm" of our new schedule after it being different over the summer. I have also signed on at a fitness club near the school so that I can start getting my chocolate-abused abs and glutes back into some assemblance of sexy. I am hoping to go both Tuesdays and Thursdays while Jareth is in class, with Kayla playing in the kid's room at the fitness place while I am busy dripping and making everything hurt just that much more.

It's supposed to be for a good cause (my health) and I do actually enjoy parts of the workout, but at the same time I have to wonder if putting myself into MORE daily pain is really the right approach. Maybe I could just starve myself or something. Then, at least, it would be only my stomach that hurt instead of everything, right? Pfft. At least I have my iPod to keep me motivated. While the elliptical machine I've been trying gives me a timer to go by, I tend to go based on the movement of the song I'm listening too. It makes it much easier. Rhythms again...

On Wednesdays, while Jareth is in class, I've signed Kayla and I on for a class at the school too. We're baking bread, sewing things, singing, etc. On one hand I like it, but on the other... I don't know. Maybe I just feel out of my league again. Everyone around me is busy reading up on the Waldorf philosophy and I can't get past the first chapter of most nonfiction books. I just can't retain stuff lately. And here I'm at a point where I'm meeting TONS of new people, getting "encouraged" to get involved in the activities relating to the school. I'm scared off my ass and totally overwhelmed. I have no clue what I'm doing, much less what everyone else expects of me and I feel like I'm totally doing everything wrong. Most days I just want to dig myself down into a small hole somewhere and cry. I keep trying to look at other areas in my life that I can remove stress from to at least balance this new stress, but I'm running out of options. I'm having more and more moments of panic in social situations where I feel trapped. Utterly trapped. Between that and the increased difficulty in memory retention (I find myself giving people more and more blank looks, shaking my head, clueless and it's scaring the crap out of me) I'm thinking of looking up that neurologist who I saw after my head injury. Perhaps we can slap the old scans up next to some new ones and make sure there isn't more to this than just stress. I keep telling myself that the migraines are just from allergies, but sometimes I worry. It would be good to just pack those worries away in the closet again.

In contrast, I went to a playdate yesterday with some moms from one of the mom groups I'm in and it was actually far more relaxing than most I go to. I think it helped that it was a small group (only three other moms) and I've known them longer than most of the other moms I know. I don't get to see them as often because I live further away, but when we eventually move closer to the school, I'll be closer to them as well. If I can just position it right so I can be closer to the members of Jareth's regular playgroup too... there I go, trying to please everyone else again... damnit. I really need to stop that.

I find it ironic that this month, when I most need to be grounding myself spiritually and finding my rhythms - BOTH drum circles we try to attend are cancelled. One was cancelled near the beginning of the month, as many people are busy with other festivals and family things right now and not many were going to be able to attend. The other is cancelled because the host & hostess's house is undergoing some renovation. When they both resume again next month - I think they are scheduled for the same day. Arrgh.

Ahh, but I'm being "paged" by the long, slow whine of a child, so that's all the post for now. More soon.

Current Mood: distressed

All Hail the Birthday Guy!

Today is Brian's birthday. So that warrants at least a quick post:

Of course he had to go do that whole "work" thing today, so the fun doesn't really start until he gets home. Despite the fact that his recent Shamanism seminar was a combined Father's Day/Birthday gift, I couldn't let the day go by without having something for him to open...

So I wrapped a box. With his toothbrush inside.

Just Kidding!!! There is actual gifts in there. His toothbrush is still safely in the bathroom upstairs. It would be a total bummer to get nothing but your own toothbrush (used, even) on your birthday. Maybe, just because I thought of it, I'll get him a new one today. I do have to hit the grocery store and all...

In other news, as Brian mentioned on his blog, we "rehomed" the cats. I found someone who could give them more attention than we allergy-ridden folks can and I'm happy about that. Except for the heart-wrenching spells when I'm very aware that my kitties are gone! I know it's for the better, but Nora was my baby before I had my babies. And Cinder taught Jareth about how to be "gentle" more than I ever could. I miss my cats. Maybe one day, when we're not all allergic anymore, I can have another one. But, for now, I have to get through the task of getting all the last bits of cat hair out of the house. Ugh. I wish I could just hire someone. Damnit, grrr, damnit. Allergy season seems to have taken a turn for the worst right now too - Jareth and I have been sneezing like crazy for about three days straight.

Preschool started up again this week too, so I've gotten seriously busy. I know I don't have everything quite written on the calendar for this month yet and I already only have about four days without stuff written on them. And, I have to actually get up butt-early in the morning again now. Let's just not talk about how that's going yet, shall we? Ugh. *Snore*

That's all for now. Friday is playgroup day and one of my kids still needs to be rolled out of bed and fed before we can leave. More soon!