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i have felt so out of it for a number of days now. i need to snap out of the shit. really.
i stayed home yesterday. napped with my kid, who only slept an hour. got almost all the dishes done. still have work today before work tonight. still exhausted despite sleeping for nine hours last night (i was up twice though. once with tricky and once because the litening stom woke me and i got afraid about lightening striking the window a/c so i tuned it off.)
i made a good stir fry last night. sadly, tricky hardly ate it. usually he's into stuff like that. he barely touch the broccolli even, one of his all time favorite foods.
i poked around in his mouth last night before bed and came to discover that one of his two year old molars has broken the skin. just one tiny spike sort of on the side of his gum. i was astounded. i wonder how long they'll all take. a year? it was the top left. he was upset and i gave him ibuprofin. he had a low fever too.
i ate a little bowl of ice cream. haven't had any in a couple weeks. i want junk food so badly today, and the fact that my groceries are waning and i have no "instant" meals makes it hard. i don't have any junk food in my house, but at suzee's it's all there is. i need to leave here and find something to eat, but i brought diapers with to wash and they still have another wash cycle and a dry. i could leave them and come back i suppose...
i feel like i make my life so difficult for myself. why?
after i made dinner last night rosemary came over for a little while. she swept my kicthen floor and picked up all of tricky's toys. she'd been drinking beer before she biked over so i had some whiskey. we took tricky into the backyard and my downstairs neighbors and my across-the-alley landlords were having a backyard cook out. between the two families they have a 14 month old, two four year old and a seven year old. tricky played tag with them (less the 14-month-old) and rosemary and i smoked cigarettes and laughed at them. i joined in the game for a little while and the kids thought it was the greastest thing. remember the joy of being a little kid and having a grown up join in your games or play with you/ nothing better. i ran around with them screaming until i collapsed and they all collapsed on top of me.
all the rest of the kids speak both english and spanish. i need to get tricky and i enrolled in some spanish classes. i'm seriously considering emerson for kindergarten for him. it's a spanish immesion program in the old neighborhood, and susan phillips sends her kids there and likes it a lot.
preschool first though i suppose. i need to get my as in gear about that.
i stayed home yesterday. napped with my kid, who only slept an hour. got almost all the dishes done. still have work today before work tonight. still exhausted despite sleeping for nine hours last night (i was up twice though. once with tricky and once because the litening stom woke me and i got afraid about lightening striking the window a/c so i tuned it off.)
i made a good stir fry last night. sadly, tricky hardly ate it. usually he's into stuff like that. he barely touch the broccolli even, one of his all time favorite foods.
i poked around in his mouth last night before bed and came to discover that one of his two year old molars has broken the skin. just one tiny spike sort of on the side of his gum. i was astounded. i wonder how long they'll all take. a year? it was the top left. he was upset and i gave him ibuprofin. he had a low fever too.
i ate a little bowl of ice cream. haven't had any in a couple weeks. i want junk food so badly today, and the fact that my groceries are waning and i have no "instant" meals makes it hard. i don't have any junk food in my house, but at suzee's it's all there is. i need to leave here and find something to eat, but i brought diapers with to wash and they still have another wash cycle and a dry. i could leave them and come back i suppose...
i feel like i make my life so difficult for myself. why?
after i made dinner last night rosemary came over for a little while. she swept my kicthen floor and picked up all of tricky's toys. she'd been drinking beer before she biked over so i had some whiskey. we took tricky into the backyard and my downstairs neighbors and my across-the-alley landlords were having a backyard cook out. between the two families they have a 14 month old, two four year old and a seven year old. tricky played tag with them (less the 14-month-old) and rosemary and i smoked cigarettes and laughed at them. i joined in the game for a little while and the kids thought it was the greastest thing. remember the joy of being a little kid and having a grown up join in your games or play with you/ nothing better. i ran around with them screaming until i collapsed and they all collapsed on top of me.
all the rest of the kids speak both english and spanish. i need to get tricky and i enrolled in some spanish classes. i'm seriously considering emerson for kindergarten for him. it's a spanish immesion program in the old neighborhood, and susan phillips sends her kids there and likes it a lot.
preschool first though i suppose. i need to get my as in gear about that.