I'm back to the blog, after an extended absence. There have been a lot of moments that I've wanted to mention, but I felt like I wanted to explain all the cryptic hospital pictures and messages first. Bean was in the ER 4 times and in the hospital for three days in November for pneumonia. Norah had to go back into the hospital for three days after she was born for jaundice. Well, that took less time to explain than I thought...
Of course, it's not just being busy with all the hospital stuff (between Brynn and OB checkups, November was hospital month). Now that sweet baby Norah is here, I am muddling through exhaustion like I have never known. People ask me how I'm doing, and I say, "I'm so tired." In the past, I've known people to say reassuring things like, "You don't look tired." At this point, I have actually been greeted with "You look tired" several times. Looking at the picture we took for our Christmas card, I have to agree. I look like hell. I'm trying to get naps in when I can, but most days it just doesn't happen. And if I do get a few minutes to myself I'm more inclined to take a luxurious four-minute shower or try to make a dent in the accumulating filth in my house. Everyone keeps telling me to take a rest, leave the housework because it will still be there. Of course it will still be there. No one else I live with is going to clean it up (cough cough ahem). The problem is that it will not only be there, it will be there with interest. And things like laundry have to be done every day because of an exponentially growing poo/vomit factor in my house. All of this is just to say that I have had many more pressing things to do than write the blog, which makes me sad because I enjoy it so. And even this one wasn't done in my free time. I'm typing it one handed while nursing the baby. At any rate, here a few of the things I've wanted to mention in blogs over the last couple of months and haven't been able to:
Famous people I swear I saw: Eddie Izzard took my blood at the hospital lab (ask for him, he's the best); Yoko Ono at the commissary; the guy from the song "Come Together" (you know, walrus gumboot and wonky finger) on Montana Ave; James Woods (I don't remember where).
Best comment I've ever overheard: Courtesy of Calvin at the battalion Christmas party, "Once I yelled at my kid so hard I tasted blood". Thanks, man. I needed that laugh.
Favorite WTF moment: The lady I saw walking down Fred Wilson with no pants.
Puzzling moment 14953: Why my toothbrush tasted sort of like cat pee (I got a really sweet new one, by the way.)
More realizations that I am old and uncool: I can't figure out who the emo people are; I don't know what High School Musical is.
Ok, well, I think I've gotten a lot accomplished here today. Hopefully I will be back soon... if not, you will maybe send a kind thought my way as I have most likely collapsed under a heavy load of laundry, and unable to free myself have decided to sleep for a while instead.
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