What’s In A Name?

Do you like nicknames? When I was growing up, we weren’t much for nicknames. It was just the typical “Honey” or “Sweetie” stuff for everyone, unless my grandma was aggravated with us, and then it was “Heathen.” Sometimes she called the granddaughters “Little Heifers,” but not often.

When I met my husband, I was introduced to a world very different from the one I grew up in, even though we grew up only miles apart. And one of those differences was the nicknames. They are all about some fucking nicknames in that family, and that shit is in BG’s DNA big time.

Baby Girl has a lot of names for me. Starting from the first time she addressed me by name to her most recent nickname:

  1. Mama
  2. Mommy
  3. Mom
  4. Mom-eah
  5. Mommy-o
  6. Momo
  7. Moomoo
  8. Moo
  9. Moomies
  10. MM
  11. M
  12. Msies

Numbers 6 through 12 have come up in the past year. She usually calls me by #2 or #6, but #9 is my favorite.

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Not that Momo

Her dad:

  1. Da-da
  2. Daddy
  3. Dad-eah
  4. Daddy-o
  5. Dodo
  6. Doodoo
  7. Doodies

He is not a fan of the last two. It makes it even better that the child thinks his favorite thing in the world is poop. It isn’t, of course, but since she thinks it is, she constantly draws emoji poops on the stuff she makes for him and wants all of his gifts to be brown and/or have poops on them.

Little Man:

  1. [Little Man’s real name]
  2. Bubba
  3. E-E
  4. E

Looks like the more she likes you, the more names you get. Poor Little Man.

And from the time the girl started talking up until she turned three, she had quite a few names for herself. And her real name came last:

    1. Ona
    2. Baby Ona
    3. Sweet Baby Ona
    4. Sweet Baby Ona Kate Kate
    5. Kate Kate
    6. Sweet Baby Ona Kate Kate Princess
    7. Sweet Baby Ona Kate Kate Princess Sissy
    8. Sweet Baby Ona Kate Kate Princess Sissy Cupcake
    9. [First name]

Calling herself by other names stopped for almost a year, until the summer before she turned 4, when she decided she wanted to be called Miguel. Yes, Miguel. My then blonde-haired, blue-eyed child insisted on being called Miguel for months and would not respond to anything else. Even when we were out in public, we had to call her Miguel, which got some strange looks. Thanks, Coco obsession. (And omg, she wanted to wear a red jacket when it was sweltering outside.) I was relieved when that one came to an end.

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She likes to go by “Lion” sometimes now. I discovered this when she brought home a worksheet that had “[First name] Lion [Last name]” on it. She likes to sign into the class Zoom meetings as “Lion,” too. (Except for last week, when she was eating a cherry popsicle when the meeting was starting, and then she wanted to sign in as “[First Name] Red Popsicle.”

Such an interesting child.

LM does not like nicknames. Not even a little bit. To the point that it almost bothers him that we use a shortened version of his name. (Think “Matt” for “Matthew.”) If it weren’t for his name being so short and not having to write as much, LM would probably go by his full name. (And, yeah, that child is so lazy when it comes to writing that three measly letters matters to him.)

Let me tell you what my in-laws wanted to call him.

Like I said, they are all about nicknames. They have a tradition of coming up with terrible nicknames for their grandkids. And I don’t mean nicknames like “Sweetie Pie” or whatever. No, I mean truly awful nicknames. For example, one of the grandkids is called “Junkyard Dog.”

Yeah, you read that correctly.

Junkyard Dog.

“Is that Junkyard Dog coming in the backdoor?!”

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We hadn’t been dating for very long when I was introduced to the nicknames. I was over at their house when my husband’s brother and niece came in, and my FIL loudly announced the presence of Junkyard Dog.

And then there is Alley Cat, which isn’t bad, except for a) the grandkid’s name isn’t Allison or Alley or Al or Albert and b) the kid wasn’t siblings with Junkyard Dog. I don’t know why it would make being called Alley Cat better if it was the sibling of Junkyard Dog, but it just would.

Here are some of the nicknames the other grandkids have:

Booger

Dumpster Diver

Punchbug

My MIL proudly told me about all of the nicknames after noticing my WTF face when Junkyard Dog came in.

“It’s our thing. We like giving our grandkids cute nicknames. We’ll come up with a good one when you two have a baby.”

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Did I mention it was early in the relationship? Early as in we hadn’t even had sex yet. I was 20, and marriage and babies (and godawful nicknames) weren’t even a blip on my radar.

(Well, as many of y’all know, things quickly escalated and I was engaged at 21, married at 22, and became pregnant for the first time shortly before turning 23. I guess MIL wasn’t getting too far ahead after all.)

So, when I was pregnant with LM later on, MIL brought up their ideas for his nickname over lunch one day. I was late in my third trimester and very hormonal, so her suggestions very nearly caused me to go into labor.

Watermelon Seed

Punkin’ Redneck

Taterbug

Mater Tater

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I’m a very particular person, so I wasn’t at all pleased with these nicknames. I was very happy with the name we picked out for LM and just wanted people to call him by that. And then MIL got to the crown jewel of her nickname list, the one she led up to by telling me it was their favorite and what they would probably go with:

Little Rotten Sack of Taters

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There aren’t enough GIFs in this world to express my WTFness.

After the initial shock wore off, I tried to laugh it off like I knew she was kidding about the nickname.

“Oh, no, FIL came up with that himself! He’s so excited about it!”

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It was THAT real.

Why? Why would someone want to call a baby Little Rotten Sack of Taters?! Why??!

“We can call him ‘Tater’ for short!” she added.

Oof, so much dying inside. I joke about being country, but I am not country-country, and I detest country-country stuff, and that name definitely falls under that umbrella.

I sobbed to my husband over the Little Rotten Sack of Taters giving me heartburn later on that evening. He later asked his mom to come up with a different nickname. They came up with Booter Scooter (“We’ll call him ‘Booter’ for short!”), which I thought was silly, but it was infinitely better than Little Rotten Sack of Taters, so whatever.

A grandkid born after LM got the Rotten Sack nickname, by the way, so it didn’t go to waste.

I was truly dreading the nickname thing when I was pregnant with Baby Girl. Thankfully, they came up with something that was a huge improvement on a decaying tuber vegetable.

Princess

Whew.

Moomies out.

What’s your nickname?

Stop, Amazon Time!

I have been doing way too much online shopping. My poor husband every time he checks the online banking stuff, which is multiple times per day because he’s obsessive about stuff like that:

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Look, my house is reasonably clean these days. Laundry mountain is gone. My kids have learned some shit and are fed regularly. I learned a new hobby as well as my patience allows (sewing). I wrote some stories, and that’s all I’m writing for now (since my best friend keeps asking), since there’s no deadline, which means I’m not functioning. Despite starting off the year strong with reading lots of books, I’m not getting into anything right now, so all that’s left is to window shop online. And that usually turns into “Add to cart.”

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Okay, I exaggerate a little — a lot of my purchases have been for stuff I’d have gone out for (or would’ve bought online anyway). LM needed some clothes and rain boots, BG needed some Crocs and rain boots, and we needed Easter basket stuff. I also got some educational stuff. I bought a few science books for BG, plus I found a lot of 15 Magic School Bus books on eBay. She is loving them. I also discovered these Pete the Kitty books.

How fucking cute is that?! I absolutely adore Pete the Cat and couldn’t resist getting that for myself BG when I saw it. I’d love to get a half-sleeve of tattoos with book characters, including Pete and Max from Where the Wild Things Are.

One thing that has driven my crazy since I bought my iPhone 8 a couple years ago is the lack of a headphone jack. They give you an adapter, but I lost that shit within weeks. And the replacement ones I got from Amazon don’t work right. And bluetooth headphones suck for me because I never remember to charge them. I was browsing Amazon last week and came across some headphones that have a lightning connector that plugs right in to the charger area, so I was thrilled!

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The sound is great! My husband liked them so much that he asked me to buy him a pair in black, except he wanted them to have BOTH the regular plug and the lightning connector. I was like why the hell would they have both? “Because I like having choices.” They don’t make those, not that I could find, so he got the “basic” ones with only the lightning connector. He said the microphone works great for his work calls, too.

I needed some new socks since several pairs of my fun socks have holes in them. Here’s one pair I picked out:

That’s Beast Boy, yo!

Teen Titans Go! has officially made my Top 10 list of funny shows. It has awful ratings (mainly people who were fans of the original — and serious — series not liking the comedic direction it took), but it’s fucking hilarious. The kids love it, my husband and I love it, so it’s nice to have something we all agree on. Beast Boy is awesome, so I couldn’t resist getting these socks.

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Yeah, it’s very juvenile (but not in a garbage Spongebob way), but it’s my favorite not-just-for-kids cartoon I’ve watched in years. My husband and I have started talking like Beast Boy to each other and the kids at times, which BG thinks is hilarious and which makes LM die inside.

“What is wrong with you, mama?” – My husband will ask in Beast Boy’s voice. (Also adds “mama” to everything.)

I just add “yo” or “bro” to my sentences.

I’m pretty excited about those socks.

I’ve made a few regrettable Amazon purchases, too. Here is one of them:

Look, I’m all about creativity and shit. Yay kids building blanket and pillow forts. BUT, it just so happens that the best blanket to build a fort with is the quilt I sleep with at night. And it just so happens that MY pillows make the best fort pillows. Guess who isn’t a fan of some dirty little kids taking her pillows and blanket?!

Yep.

So I was window shopping as one does online and came across this blow-up fort. For $50 plus a box fan, I was able to get the kids a fort that sets up in mere seconds and can be taken down and put away in mere seconds. Mere, mere, mere.

They were super excited the first day, but the excitement didn’t last too long. It turns out that kids prefer blankets, chairs, and pillows to something like this. Maybe it’ll go over better outside.

I thought y’all might get a chuckle out of this purchase. Since I couldn’t see my bestie for her birthday, I sent her a couple of things on Amazon. One was a pair of Blue Q socks that I desperately wanted for myself, but couldn’t because of the kids:

Maybe when BG is a little older. I did end up getting a couple pairs of the Blue Q socks for myself, since they’re so comfy and cute, but none of my pairs dropped the f-bomb.

This is the other thing I bought my friend — women insert it in their pants when they have to pee, and then they can pee like a man. No squatting necessary. I bought it was a joke, but it would really come in handy at some venues, such as tailgating at football games and only having port-a-johns to go in.

She definitely got a kick out of those gifts.

The most interesting of my purchases is probably the Mandolin I bought my husband. I saw a message he posted on FB talking to someone else about wanting to learn to play, so I was like “Okay, I’ll get one for him.” He’s not usually the type to buy himself anything. Music is his thing, and that’s how he has spent a lot of his free quarantine time — playing his guitar and writing music. I didn’t used to like his voice very much (I was the only one, as everyone else raved over it), but ever since he started adding a bit of a country twang to it, I’ve gotten really into his singing. (He sounds very much like Bradley Cooper in A Star is Born.)

I thought I was being sneaky and bought the mandolin on my credit card, but he saw the statement and asked. He knew I had talked about buying a new keyboard to teach the kids/learn myself and thought that’s what I purchased. I told him I didn’t get a keyboard, but not to nose around my purchases since I pay for things on my card for privacy. (It just so happens that he gets the bills, hehe.)

It’s a cheaper model, but will be good for him to learn on, and I hope he likes it. With any hope, all three of us can play guitars/mandolin together while BG beats on her drums. (I can play the guitar decently, and LM can play a couple of songs.) Add in the keyboard that I hope to get at some point, and maybe the Anxious Family Band will come your way soon!

Have you made any crazy or fun quarantine purchases? 

Also, does anyone have any book  recommendations for me? I don’t care for romance or James Patterson, but am pretty open-minded otherwise. I’d also like some recommendations for new bloggers to follow!

And I promise I’m working on that Blogger Girls Night Zoom thing. I’ll send out something on Sunday to start figuring out days/times.

Worms And More

This week did not go exactly as planned. Shocker!

I planned for the kids to do a whole unit on germs/bacteria/viruses this week. That got derailed on Wednesday when the kids got bit by worm fever. They are all about worms now, and want to spend a bunch of time researching worms, digging them up, finding better ways to lure them out, etc.

The kids: “We’re going to try to lure out the worms by banging some shit on the ground so they sense the vibrations and come up.” (Well, they used different phrasing, but what they said meant the same thing.)

Me: “No, don’t get your stuff muddy. Just make the sounds right above the ground. The worms will hear you and come up.”

The kids:

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They did not, because as I later learned, worms do not have ears. Like, I knew they didn’t have outside ears, but thought they had some sort of internal listening thing going on. Nope. The kids were 100 percent right, and I was wrong.

So, the bacteria cookies didn’t get made today. I guess I can give myself a pat on the back for self-guided learning and flexibility, eh? Maybe we can finish up my germ plans next week. The kids made a “worm habitat” as they called it. They’re trying to be all fancy and not call it a worm farm. The worm habit is set up in the corning of my living room covered by a blanket because worms like dark places.

LM also wanted the blanket because he’s worried that BG will see the worms procreate.

LM: “The worms might, YOU KNOW. You know, right? I don’t want BG to see that.”

Me: “Worms have both sex organs and reproduce with themselves. But even if they did have sex and BG saw it, it’s not a big deal. It’s just worms.”

LM: “I don’t think that’s right.”

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As it turns out, I really don’t know much about worms, and the kids taught me more than I taught them this week.

Even though my plans did get derailed, we did take a look at our bacteria swabs today. Stuff grew. Especially stuff from LM’s hands.

The bacteria all kinda look the same, so I wonder if we screwed that up. (Well, I wonder if I screwed that up.) Even if I did, I think it hit home with LM that he needs to do a better job of washing his hands. He tried to argue with me that he doesn’t really need to wash his hands more because the soap dispenser has germs, too, so it’s a waste. WTF, kid. Did he learn nothing during the rise of the pandemic?!

So, I decided I wanted to be artistic and do one of those paint and pour deals. I’ve always wanted to do one, but didn’t really want to go be around people (plus I don’t care for wine), but the art studio decided to sell kits to paint at home. I got one for the kids and myself. (No pouring for them.) BG lost patience and rushed through hers. LM did well on the first half, but lost patience and decided his painting didn’t need background colors. I lost patience shortly after doing the background. There were so many colors to mix, and I had it.

My husband said he was surprised I lasted that long. I do my little doodles, but it’s different because it’s on a tablet, and I can just hold down my stylus and automatically fill in the colors.

And speaking of my husband, guess who lost his phone again?

Mm-hmm.

This man has had so many burner phones that I’m surprised he hasn’t been investigated for being a drug dealer. (Yeah, I watched The Wire.) He used to get cheap flip phones that cost $25 and when he’d lose them, he’d just buy another and get a new number, since it was easier than calling customer service. And then I got sick of him always wanting to hold my phone to look stuff up and got him a fancy iPhone 6S for Father’s Day. (In 2019.) We got LM the same model, because I didn’t trust getting him a phone that cost more than $99, either.

He went a long time without losing that phone, but then he was digging a hole for a post to fix our porch and couldn’t find it later. (The battery died, too, so Find My Phone wasn’t available.) He looked all over the yard for it, and then it rained the next two days, so I ordered a SIM for his phone number for the backup phone. The day I ordered the SIM, my husband decided to try to dig up the area around the post and found the phone. It was caked in mud, of course, but after cleaning it up, it charged right up and works just fine.

I hope y’all found the story of the buried phone exciting. If not, you’ll love my trip out today. I went through the drive-through of Chick-Fil-A.

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I wanted an hour to myself. Enjoy the quiet or listen to my music. But BG said she wanted to have a Girl’s Day Out and ride to Chick-Fil-A together, so that’s what we did. Our GDO’s aren’t quite what they used to be, but the sandwich, ice cream, and FOUNTAIN COKE IN A STYROFOAM CUP WITH CRUSHED ICE were heavenly. (That’s the only way to drink a Coke, FYI. Canned on ice is great, but nothing beats my ALL CAPS way of drinking a Coke.)

So, that was my week. I’m sure I’ll have all sorts of exciting things to write about on Monday. We’ve got big plans this weekend — putting up a new storage shed, mopping, and cleaning out LM’s dresser drawers. He can still wear his athletic shorts from 3rd grade since they fit fine in the waist, but they are short as hell. Some of them are short like that:

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He doesn’t like getting rid of anything (he has a t-shirt from 2nd grade in his pajama drawer, sigh), but they’re getting ratty. I ordered new shorts from Target during my most recent midnight shopping spree, so I’ve gotta make room.

Exciting weekend ahead!

I hope y’all had a safe and healthy week.

Anxious Mom Writes Words

I am so tired of trying to think up titles for my posts.

Did y’all know Amazon does something called “Returnless Refunds” for some items now? I ordered a pack of primary notebooks for BG and intended to get the ones that have a drawing space, but instead got ones that had full writing pages. My mistake. I initiated a return so I could get the right ones, and apparently, Amazon doesn’t want some items back and will just straight up give your money back and let you keep the item.

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That’s the first I’ve heard of that, but okey-doke. I ordered the correct ones, and hopefully they’ll be here tomorrow. We’re doing both pandemic homeschooling and legit homeschooling this week, so the kids are gonna loooove me.

Really, though, LM started on the packet he got from his middle school on Friday because he’s excited about our plans. We’re going to study germs and have more fun than you ever thought would be possible while learning about that sort of thing. That’s the plan anyway. Both kids are helping me come up with themes for each week and are way more excited about this than I thought they’d be. We want to make petri dish cookies on the last day.

Ours will probably not look like that.

We’re going to do a couple of sheets on the school packet straight away each morning and then move on to our activities. Since a) the kids probably won’t go back to school anyway and b) the district will likely give kids longer than two weeks to complete the packets, we will do a little each day so that it gets done but spend most of our time on our units.

So, the girl had some good days last week! The meltdowns were minimal up until Saturday.

We did a first as a family of four — we went fishing. My friend messaged me and suggested I bring the kids fishing at her pond, and my husband decided it was time for BG to try fishing. He loves to go fishing, so it was a big deal for him. BG was excited about it, too. I tried to prepare her for what to expect (“Sometimes people don’t catch anything…), and I brought a picnic basket with snacks in it (this is the one way to keep the child content).

Wouldn’t you know the girl had the first catch of the day? It was on her first cast and she got a bite in what seemed like less than 30 seconds. It was wild. She was so happy. She took a break then from all of the fishing and chilled out on her little camper chair and had a snack. I got to use her little Paw Patrol pole to fish (and I caught a few, too). She begged me to try to catch a huge turtle that was swimming around the pond on my hook and didn’t quite understand why that wouldn’t work too well. 😀 ❤

We drove separately so I could bring back BG if she was having a rough time, and we ended up staying an hour before we were both ready to head back. My husband was ready to leave, too, but LM wanted to stay, so they fished for another hour and had some nice daddy-son time. BG told me on the way home that she loved fishing. That was probably the most fun we’ve had some the quarantine started.

I might not be an outdoorsy sort of person, but I think I can get behind more of this. (As long as it’s in the evening and not too hot!)

And yall, I totally took a fish off a hook. My husband had his hands full with BG’s fish at one point and LM needed help, so I stepped up.

My husband’s face:

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My husband said he was shocked I would even touch a fish, let alone hold one long enough to remove the hook. I didn’t know how long fish can last out of water, though, so I did what I had to.

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Hehe. Those arms, though.

So, BG had a few good days, but Saturday and Sunday were rough ones for her meltdown-wise, and guess what…the fever is back. (I think the fever was there for the majority of her really bad meltdown days as well.) It was away for a week but was 101.8 yesterday at one point. I checked her temperature throughout the day, and it’s normal at times, but warm at others. She had bursts of energy here and there the past two days, but mostly complained of being tired. She also mentioned having a headache and then feeling nauseous and threw up once, but her stomach didn’t bother her again after I gave her the reflux medicine.

I’m going to talk to her doctor again tomorrow if the fever is still there. Or maybe I should talk to her regardless if this is going to be a “comes and goes” deal. I hate the idea of putting her through getting her blood drawn if it’s just a viral thing that’s kinda hanging around. She had to be held down by me, the doctor, and the nurse (the nurse half held down, half gave the shot) when she had her last round of vaccines, so this would go much worse.

On another note, let me tell y’all what my son did. No, let me tell you what my husband’s son did. (That’s how we do things when people fuck up, right? They become someone else’s son/husband/whatever.) I was checking my email yesterday morning and had three emails about Playstation purchases. THREE. That child made two purchases for $25 each and one for $10 to buy Fortnite skins. In case you can’t math, SIXTY DOLLARS. And in case you can math, SIXTY DOLLARS.

I was like WTF?? I asked about it and LM said, “Well, last night you said I could get a Fortnite skin for doing so much work outside.”

Oh, no.

What happened was I told him he could get some V-Bucks (Fortnite dollars) to get a skin like he did the last time worked hard outside with his dad. He got $10 for V-Bucks last time. I asked him in what world did saying he could get some V-Bucks mean spend $60. “Well, I said I wanted the Deadpool skins. I thought I could get those and give you some of my birthday money for the weapons pack.”

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And those skins don’t even DO anything. They give you another character to play as, but it doesn’t impact the game at all.

My debit card is no longer linked to the Playstation account, and LM has a bit more work to do in the coming weeks. Sigh.

I think I mentioned trying to learn how to sew on one of these posts, but if I didn’t, I know a few of y’all know from Instagram. I’ve been doing better at it! I’m hoping to get some fabric and make blankets for the kids. The ones I make will be more expensive than just buying one, but I hope it’s something they’ll want to hold on to as they get older.

I have made and given out 30 masks for the COVID stuff. My first few masks look straight up awful, but I finally found a pattern that was almost foolproof and didn’t have as many issues. I went from this:

Looks like someone butchered a poor bra.

To this:

WoWo’s in distress because her movie was rescheduled!

Craaaazy eyes!


So, last week I mentioned doing a Zoom happy hour type thing and a few of y’all expressed interest. Yay! I hope to set that up for sometime this week. I’ll email y’all and figure out dates/times. If anyone else is interested, you can message me at thatanxiousmom@gmail.com.

Whoever participates, DON’T BE LIKE JENNIFER.

I laughed so hard at this video. Those people’s reactions were priceless.

“I saw nothing.”

Have a good week, y’all 🙂

Quarantine Week 5

Is it day 892 in quarantine? Because it sure feels like it.

I got out of the house last week. I had to drop off the kids’ completed homeschool packets and pick up new ones. At the first school, they had a drive-through type thing where you didn’t have to get out and be around anyone. The people who gave the new packets had on masks and gloves. At the second school, you had to get out, ring the doorbell, open the door, go in and hang out in the tiny lobby with four other people working, and no social distancing whatsoever was being practiced. No masks or gloves, either. Gah.

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Replace “Utica” with “the school” if I caught something from them.

I have finally accomplished something in the quarantine. I wrote three short stories over the past week. Hence my not being on WordPress much. Thirty pages written and edited multiple times. I’m very happy about that. The deadline to submit the stories to be considered for the anthology was today, and I submitted them at 1:30 in the morning. I hope one gets accepted. *Fingers crossed* One of the stories was a continuation of another story that I published, one was about a single mom finding out her kid as autism (I love the “capture the emotion of the moment” type stories, so that’s what I usually write), and one was a horror type store, which is new for me. I am close to having enough completed short stories to self-publish a book of stories of my own. #Goals

Any little bit of emotional regulation BG has improved on is long gone. I really don’t know what to do with her now, but we’re talking several severe meltdowns per day over just anything. (They make her old meltdowns pale in comparison.) It feels like she spends an hour per day shrieking. And to make it worse, she’s biting herself a lot and has several big bite mark bruises on her arms. I really wish her therapy place would have done the telehealth visits so her therapist could help work with her on this some. We have several strategies to help BG with regulation, but they aren’t helping at all. I am at a loss. This quarantine stuff is rough on everyone, but is really taking a toll on her.

Easter was good, shrieking aside. We got the kids stuff to keep them busy for their baskets — LEGOs and board games. We did an Easter egg hunt and then goofed out for the rest of the day, which isn’t all that different from most days. I had planned to make a chicken casserole for Easter lunch, but we had some electrical issues. My husband was trying to spray a wasp outside and sprayed one of the fixture and then we lost power for a while. Everything is good now, though. My dad came over to drop off a go-kart for LM today and helped fix things. It was weird to have someone else in the house for a bit.

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I’m glad everything is working now.

If y’all are looking for a new show to watch in quarantine, check out Superstore. One of the producers from The Office created it. Much of the first season is rocky (much like The Office and Parks and Rec), but by the end of that season, it has me for real laughing out loud. It’s on Hulu.

How are y’all doing? I tried to catch up on some blog reading earlier — if I missed yours, drop a link in the comments.

Boredom Quiz

The kids are watching Teen Titans, so I’ve been mindlessly scrolling on Facebook. I came across this quiz someone posted because they’re bored and decided to do a little post.

1. Who are you named after? A soap opera character.

2. Last time you cried? A couple of days ago. We were watching The Office and Jim asked Pam out on a date. It always gets me.

3. Do you like your handwriting? Nah, my handwriting is really inconsistent, so not really.

4. What is your favorite deli meat? Shredded cajun turkey. And I mean shredded, not thinly sliced.

5. Longest relationship? 16 years

6. Do you still have your tonsils? No

7. Would you bungee jump? I wanted to when I was younger. I did abungee flyer ride at an amusement park a couple of times, but not the real deal. I’d only do it now if I were super old and on my deathbed.

8. What is your favorite kind of cereal? Oops All Berries.

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9. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No.

10. Do you think you’re strong willed? Hells yeah.

11. Favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream or caramel.

12. What is the first thing you notice about a person? Eyes.

13. Football or baseball? Football to watch, baseball to play.

14. Favorite donut? Chocolate cream from Dunkin Donuts.

15. Last thing you ate? A Slim Jim. I’m all about that health.

16. What are you listening to? The kids watching Teen Titans Go to the Movies. This scene is absolutely hilarious, if you’re extra board and wanna laugh.

17. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Aqua.

18. What is your favorite smell? My grandmother’s powder.

19. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My MIL.

20. Married? Yes.

21. Hair color? Brown, but I have some red highlights now too.

22. Eye color? Blue.

23. Favorite food to eat? Steak or chicken parm or pizza. I can’t choose.

24. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy.

25. Last movie you watched in a theater? Star Wars, I think.

26. What color shirt are you wearing? Brown.

27. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving or Halloween.

28. Beer or Wine? Neither, give me a nice rummy cocktail.

29. Night owl or morning person? Night owl.

30. Favorite day of the week? Saturday.

31. Favorite animal? Penguins or elephants I guess. I don’t care for animals in my home.

32. Do you have a pet? My family has two dogs.

33. Where would you like to travel? Somewhere in the Caribbean!

Enjoy Your Plague-Cation

We went from thinking, “Maybe we should try to snag a spring break cruise for the family” a couple weeks ago to “We ain’t going nowhere…and it’s a plauge-cation, not a stay-cation” super fast.

The coronavirus has hit my county, and we have several cases right now. We were told on Friday that the schools would be closed for two weeks, and then today the governor announced that all schools across the state would close for two weeks. Most of our schools aren’t able to do e-learning properly yet, but the teachers are supposed to be putting together packets for the kids to work on at home. So I guess we’ll finally get a taste of homeschooling, which I’d thought about doing with the kids in the past. My husband’s boss had his group working from home full-time again starting a couple weeks ago, so we’ll have plenty of togetherness.

I found out that one of the coronavirus patients in my county is a relative, and that she had visited my in-laws a few days before we did. They aren’t showing any symptoms yet, thankfully. My FIL has had such a rough time with his health that I’m not sure how he’d fare with that. He’s in his upper 70s, as well. The kids and I, on the other hand, all started running fevers yesterday. The boy hasn’t been coughing, just a fever, and the girl and I have been hacking our heads off. I’m hoping it’s just a cold, because our house is certainly not a stranger to getting the crud! We decided on Friday afternoon after we found out about my relative having the virus that we wouldn’t go anywhere just in case. We had already bought groceries (including a pack of toilet paper that we actually needed, which I’m sad to report that I learned today is single-play garbage, RIP my butt), so we didn’t have to worry about that.

We’ve been coming up with ideas for what we’ll do with all of this extra quality time we’re getting. So far, most of it involves movies. The boy wants to watch all of the Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Marvel movies. I’m too lazy to do the math, but that may very well get us through this whole thing. After I feel less yucky, I plan to catch up on some projects I’ve been meaning to get to around the house. I already caught up on my laundry, which is nice. The girl’s plan is for me to let her use my phone to play games whenever she wants.

The one single good thing about this virus stuff has been the memes. I know a lot of folks don’t like people joking around about it, but humor has always been my way of dealing with tough crap, so I’m enjoying the memes. Here are a few of my favorites:

Image may contain: one or more people, possible text that says 'When your friend starts coughing Just look at the flowers. scenesofamodead'

Image may contain: 1 person, possible text that says 'James Breakwell, Exploding Unic... @XplodingUnicorn Me: Everything in the world is canceled. I can finally get some writing done. Narrator: He did not get any writing done.'

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Image may contain: 1 person, standing and outdoor, possible text that says 'Currently at the border in WV.'

Are you social distancing yet?

Braaaain Dump, Feb 27 Edition

Wanna know the worst thing about winter? It’s not ice. It’s not snow. It’s not even the depletion of Vitamin D and the low moods that go with it.

Does this even qualify as being snow? It’s from our big “snowstorm.”

The. Yearly. Fucking. Physical.

That’s the worst part of winter.

Our insurance company gives us a $500 “discount” on insurance if we get the physicals and send in our data. And by discount, I mean “Here’s your set price, and you’ll pay an extra $40 bucks per month on top of that if you don’t go get this done.” I don’t think they quite grasp how discounts usually work.

So, this time of year I make a post where I bitch and moan because I hate getting physicals done. No one likes it, no one likes getting their blood drawn, and no one especially likes having to weigh in and all the fun that comes with that. Frankly, it ended up likely being a good thing I went this year, but I’ll still grumble now and every year that I’m on this blog.

The paperwork for the discount is due February 28. Ideally, you go sometime in January. Much to my husband’s dislike, I put off the appointment as long as possible. I went in Monday, which didn’t please my husband, because he said that wasn’t long enough for them to get the lab results, complete the paperwork (it’s just two sheets, sigh), and fax it (fax, not snail mail). It makes him sweat bullets, because apparently $500 will make or break us. Not really, thankfully, but you’d think it is a matter of life or death or something. His irritation is kind of amusing, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t factor into my procrastination. (She had it faxed in 24 hours.)

Monday was the general unpleasantness, plus a little extra. I’ve had a spot on the top right of my forehead for a couple years. It started out really small and pink, and then it got yucky and crusty and a bit larger and itchy. (Gross, but hey, my side swept bangs conveniently cover it.) The PA I saw a couple years ago when it came up brushed it off once and then twice. After the spot went rather 3D, I decided to get my new doctor look at it. She called it a pre-cancerous lesion and froze it off. I have to go see a dermatologist in a couple of months to check out some other moles/spots she’s concerned about and see if any of the spot she froze off grew back.

I’m very white, very freckled, and have probably had a hundred sunburns easily, so it was just a matter of time before something like this came up. Hopefully all goes well in a couple months, and this is a good reminder for me to stop being so sporadic with my use of sunscreen. (It’s also a good reminder for those of you who are kinda slack like me, so sunscreen up.) And, despite my blog name, I’m not all anxious about it. So there’s that.

In other general unpleasantness, there’s me. I know that comes as a shock to y’all, since I’m a ray of sunshine, but it’s true, I am prone to bouts of unpleasantness. This one is likely a bipolar thing, which my psychiatrist is trying to help me get back to my version of normal. (And my normal is so not normal normal, but it’ll do.)

His suggestion last month when we talked and I told him about the unpleasantness (read: mild depressive moods, bad anxiety, shit sleep, and severe irritability, hence the unpleasantness) was to reduce one of my meds. I’ve been taking Wellbutrin along with Lamictal for a while, like almost two years I think, and it made things so nice for the most part. The Lamictal helped a lot, but the Wellbutrin did a good job of leveling out the depressive moods I was prone to.

After reducing the Wellbutrin throughout January and most of February, I saw the psych again on Tuesday, and he decided to take me off of it completely. I was reluctant, because I worry that changing things could make things worse. And maybe this is just a small hurdle I need to get over and things will get back to my normal soon. And if I stop taking it now and things get sucky then…blah blah. I stopped it, though, because this guy is good and the reasons he gave made sense. So, we’ll see what happens over the next few days.

(So maybe I’ll be steering this blog back to mental health stuff for a while.)

I have been bitten by the reading bug in 2020. It’d be nice to get bitten by the writing bug or the cleaning bug, but this bug has me reading.

  • You
  • Hidden Bodies
  • Todd Fisher’s My Girls
  • The Wolf of Wall Street
  • This Boy’s Life
  • The Rooster Bar
  • The Storyteller
  • Carrie Fisher’s Wishful Drinking
  • Carrie Fisher’s Shockaholic

This has been a nice break from all the autism reading.

Two things: First, I’m obviously on a Carrie Fisher kick. I adored her, and as a fellow bipolar person, I am fascinated by her life. Second, about half of my reading list has been bio stuff, which I don’t usually do, but I’ve enjoyed it.

What have y’all read this year, and so you have any recommendations?