Days 7 and 8

Playing catch-up again!

I hope y’all have had a good weekend. We hung around the house working on various projects for the most part. My husband took the kids on a ride Friday evening and ended up stopping at a park that had no people at it and let them play a bit and then got ice cream cones. The kids were overjoyed! That’s the biggest dose of normalcy they’ve had in almost three months. (Plenty of hand washing and sanitizing, of course.)

Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like easing back into things will be happening soon here. We had talked about a “slowly pulling off the Band-Aid” approach with family and a couple of close friends in small ways, but cases shot up by 50 percent in our county and by a lot in our state this week. We’ve been very strict about what we do over the past three months and were hoping that we could get back to more normalish activities soon, but ugh.

The girl is planning her birthday. It’s coming up in a couple of weeks. We talked about food and cake last night, and then she told me her wishes for the big day:

BG: Here’s what I want — I want a day without Mommy raising her voice at me, a day without LM aggravating me, and a day without Daddy singing poop songs.

LM: Well, I want a day without you (BG) screaming.

BG: Well, I’ll do what I want since it’s my birthday. And it’s not your birthday, so you don’t get what you want. It’s not February, it’s JUNE.

The girl went on to discuss more of her wishes for her birthday, which include LM not jinxing or “ha ha-ing” her. (More on the Ha Has here.) She doesn’t want her dad to talk in his Mufasa voice, even though he only does this when she asks him to as part of playing Lion King. She also told us she doesn’t want us to laugh at anything she says unless she tells us it’s a joke in advance. So, no laughing at her cute or unintentionally funny comments. She isn’t one to tell jokes often, either. That’ll be an interesting day!

Since it’s unlikely that virus still will improve much over the next two weeks, we aren’t planning on a party with guests. At the most, we would invite the grandparents for a cookout outdoors, but I doubt that will happen. One set isn’t going anywhere right now; my MIL is thinking about going out of town; and my dad would want to bring everyone at his house (presently 8 people). It would be nice for them to get to see BG on her birthday (or the weekend before) and share some cake, and we could probably make it very low-risk with the right conditions. We’ll see. We’ve been preparing BG for the idea that things will be very different this year, and she seems very understanding so far.

Some of my friends have been doing birthday drive-bys/parades for their kids, but we are going to ask people to send birthday cards instead. She loves getting mail, so she’ll be thrilled if she gets a few cards.

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I hope you have a good Monday!

June 3

“Ha ha!”

Sounds pretty innocent, right? Just laughing. Chuckling. Whatever.

No.

“Ha ha!” is the sound that happens before brawls occur in my house. “Ha ha!” is what leads to Baby Girl’s shrieking so loudly that my ear drums come damn close to bursting. “Ha ha!” equals a migraine.

It all started when we got Disney+. Disny-fucking-Plus. Little Man discovered The Simpsons, watched the hell out of it, and started imitating some of the characters. This includes Nelson’s oh-so-annoying “Ha ha!”

(I can’t imagine that anyone hasn’t heard that given how long the show has been on the air, but if you haven’t, watch it before continuing this post. And then replay it 10 times in a row.)

Someone stubs their toe? He “Ha has.” Loses something? “Ha has.” Exists? “Ha ha.” It became a knee-jerk reaction with LM, one that I tried to make go away by banning The Simpsons for a while.

And then Baby Girl started “Ha ha-ing.” Same obnoxious tone. And then the tattling started big time. “Mom! She is ‘ha ha-ing’ me!” I was like, “Really, LM? You’re mad because of the thing you taught her?” I told her to cut it out, of course, but it’s like every other not-good thing he has taught her where she eventually flipped it back on him. “Idiot! Brat” Ugh.

Have y’all ever snapped at your kids:

“Stop ha ha-ing each other!”
“No more ha-has!”
“If you ha ha one more time today, no more screen!”

I sound like such an awful, crabby person.

Damn “ha has.”

Damn Simpsons. Now I see why my grandmother wouldn’t let me watch it as a kid. She said it was trashy, like Roseanne (sigh), but maybe she was on to something. She avoided the “ha has,” which my sister and I would have surely imitated and annoyed her with, too.

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I don’t know if anyone ever said it on the show, but fuck you Nelson.

June 2

Look at me, a two day posting streak. Day 2 of 30!

I’m going with funny stuff Baby Girl said today.

Best Mommy Ever? Maybe not.

After LM gave me a LEGO trophy for being the best mom ever last week, Baby Girl had to give me one, too. It was a tower of little LEGO Duplo blocks with a Duplo cupcake on top.

“You’re the best mommy ever!” she said as she gave it to me and gave me a big hug.

So sweet.

An hour later, I told her to pick up her toys out of the living room so I could sweep.

“I don’t want to mess up my lion den!” she exclaimed. The lion den was built out of a bunch of different toys stacked in a circle. I told her to rebuild the den in her room and move the toys, which pissed her off, of course. And she doesn’t get a little mad, she goes from sweet to Hulk. After stomping her feet and hissing at me (because lions hiss, growl, and snarl, and she’s a lion), she threatened to take back the trophy.

“If you make me clean up these toys,” she said, “I’m taking back your trophy! You won’t be the best mommy anymore — you’ll be the worst. I’ll make a new trophy that says you’re the meanest mommy ever.”

So dramatic.

“I guess I won’t be the best mommy ever anymore,” I replied, “because you’re moving the toys.”

She gave me The Look. “Well, you’re still the best mommy ever. Just not for a few seconds. You can keep the trophy.” She proceeded to move her stuff.

Sonic Dash

We rented the new Sonic movie on Amazon last night and watched it. The kids had already watched it with their grandparents, and it was my first time watching it. I so did not want to watch that movie. It didn’t sound like my cup of tea (and wasn’t). But BG begged me to cuddle on the couch with her and watch it, and I couldn’t say no to that. After it was over, BG started running around the house.

“I’m so fast!” she said. “I’m Sonic. I have really strong legs, which means I can run super fast. Maybe even faster than Sonic.” (I love her view of herself, by the way. She is small and has always been the shortest in her class or on her team and also has developmental coordination disorder, which makes some things harder for her. Before soccer got canceled and they ran for practice, she would barely make it 1/4 of the way around and her teammates would have finished. That didn’t stop her from seeing herself as faster than Flash, though. ❤ )

She wanted me to video her running, so I set the video to Time Lapse and had her run a few times. In Time Lapse mode, it made her look like she was indeed as fast — and maybe even faster — than Sonic.

“The reason I run so fast like Sonic is because my legs are fast like a cheetah’s and my lungs are great,” she said proudly.

Moves Like A Tortoise

We were playing with BG’s Teen Titans yesterday when she told me she wished she had superpowers like Beast Boy. (Beast Boy can transform into any animal he wants at any time.)

I asked her what animals she would turn into and expected her to say “lion” or some other animal from the African Savanna.

“I’d turn into a tortoise,” she answered.

“Why?”

“Well, if you fussed at me and told me to clean up my toys, I’d just turn into a tortoise and slowly walk away from you. You wouldn’t want to pick up a tortoise, either, so you couldn’t say anything to me.”

Zebra Fries

And speaking of animals from the African Savanna, we were playing family with her zebras, giraffes, lions, elephants, and a few other savanna animals. They had a snack shop, too, which you might not expect in the wild. The snack shop served zebra fries and antelope smoothies.

“How about lemur cake?” I suggested, going along with her.

BG looked at me like I was a total dumbass. “Mommy, lemurs don’t live in the Savanna. They live in Madagascar.”

“Well, maybe some of them live in the Savanna,” I responded.

“Mommy, NO! Madagascar is an ISLAND. We DO NOT have lemur cakes at this snack stand!”

You’d think that if the lions could have a snack stand, that they could have lemur cakes no matter where they’re from, but nope. She’s right, by the way. I googled lemurs, and they are indeed native to Madagascar. I didn’t realize Madagascar was an island, either, but that’s to be expected since I suck a geography.

COVID-19 Quiz

To wrap it up, BG’s answers to a coronavirus quiz.

1. What is the Coronavirus?
A bad virus.

2. Who is the president?
It used to be George Washington.

3. How many days have we been in quarantine?
A lot.

4. Do you want to go back to school/daycare?
Yes. I miss my friend Z.

5. Who is the first person you are going to hug when social distancing is over?
Z.

6. Where is the first place you want to go?
Great Wolf Lodge!

7. What do you think we can do to get rid of of the virus?
Scare it away.

8. Is your mom a good teacher?
No. You’re not a real teacher. But you are a good homeschool teacher.

9. How did the Coronavirus start?
I don’t know that.

10. Are you enjoying the lockdown?
I gotta pee.

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.

Birthday Boy

It’s the boy’s 12th birthday. How is he that old? How are we just a year from him being a teenager? Where the hell did the time go? I swear, it was just yesterday that he was letting me dress him in a cute little black and white striped polo shirt, blue jeans, and black and white Converses for his first day at preschool.

(Now he does not let me dress him at all, at least not without a fight, and certainly won’t agree to polos or jeans on his own. Who the hell hates blue jeans?!)

The cake is in the oven. It’s a lemon cake, and it isn’t even from scratch, not that I’ll tell the boy that because he says he doesn’t like box cakes. (He also is blissfully unaware that my much loved strawberry cake is from a box, albeit not made with the box recipe, plus it has fresh strawberries.)

He had a birthday party with some friends on Saturday. We did an escape room for the first time, which was super fun. And it’ll probably be even more fun when my husband and I do one on our own as a date night, because those kids were unorganized and didn’t even get the first clue until the end, when the kid running it told them they missed it. But they finished with time to spare anyway, of course! Those are four super smart kiddos, though, so I’m not at all surprised.

One of the kids he invited is the girl I suspect he likes. Watching them together on Saturday made me think this even more, and I’m pretty sure it’s a mutual thing. It’s funny–this child is so unaware of personal space. If he’s sitting next to you at the table, then he’ll more than likely be half in your lap, because it’s like some kind of magnetism takes over that makes him be uncomfortably close to you. This was the case with his female friend, and she did not tell him to move. In fact, she was leaning into him and grinning, so that’s how I know.

It all went well, although I was kind of worried we’d get kicked out of the restaurant for those kids getting so loud. Lots of laughter, lots of obnoxiousness that you’d expect in a few sixth graders, etc. They had so much fun, though, although a nasty headache was settling in on the way home from the loudness.

Sunday was the family party. And I was kind of worried we’d get kicked out of that restaurant for BG and her cousin getting so loud.

There was one glorious moment when LM was opening his presents. He got a card from one of his grandparents, and it had money and a little tube inside.

“I know how you go through Chapstick,” she told him, “so I stuck a tube in there for you.”

I couldn’t see it clearly, but knew it did not look like Chapstick. After he was finished, my brother picked it up to look at it, since he didn’t think it looked like Chapstick, either. It wasn’t.

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(Not the actual tube, but close enough.)

We both realized at the same time and about died laughing. My MIL wanted to know what was so funny, and I told her between gasps that she hadn’t bought her 12-year-old grandson Chapstick, but cold sore medicine. And boy was she embarrassed.

“I meant to get Chapstick! I know he isn’t doing anything to get cold sores!” LM doesn’t have the first clue about cold sores, but he knew she was embarrassed, which was enough for him to tease her and refuse to give it back.

Fun times.

Tonight it’ll just be the four of us. LM requested filet mignon for supper, so my husband is handling that. Mr. Fancy Pants. He already knows what we’re getting for his birthday since his list was so limited. I had exhausted my non-list ideas for Christmas and couldn’t come up with anything else. He asked for a new BB pistol, an Apple watch, and a cat. We can’t get a cat right now, which I told him, but I did get the other two items. (Albeit not an Apple brand watch because that went over our limit.)

I did not want to get him a BB pistol, but my husband was for it, so he’ll have one. (He has the typical BB rifle most boys get, and I confiscated that after he accidentally shot his sister in the face a couple years ago. My husband was supposed to be supervising, but didn’t supervise very well because he was letting him shoot at targets IN THE DIRECTION of where he was playing with BG. Wtf?) Hopefully no eyes are almost put out with this one, sigh.

Time to move on, so happy birthday LM!

Pounced Right Into The ER

We’ve had two ER visits since early December. One for LM and his gruesome finger injury and one for BG. And the reason for her visit scared me more than anything else ever has.

On Monday, the girl and I were on the bed playing lions. She was the lion and I was the gazelle, which she planned to eat for supper. When she scooted back a bit on the bed to pounce, she went too far and fell backwards off the bed. It seemed like it happened in slow motion. One second she had that big happy face she was trying to contort into a serious face to start her roar, and the next she was wide-eyed and going backwards.

She hit her head on the exercise bike next to the bed. I ran around to grab her, and she was screaming as blood came down from the back of her head. My husband ran in to see what was going on and grabbed some paper towels to stop the bleeding, but they were quickly soaked through. I grabbed a white towel and the part I pressed against her head quickly turned red, too.

“Drive to the ER or call 911?” I asked my husband. He said the hospital since by the time it took an ambulance to reach us, we could be almost at the ER anyway. I drove and he sat in the back with the girl. At that point, I was pretty fucking concerned, but not freaking out. And then my husband started yelling at BG to wake up. I looked around to see that she was barely keeping her eyes open. It took all three of us shouting to keep her awake. After we’d get her alert, she’d nearly doze off again.

“I can’t do this anymore!” she sobbed after getting her to wake up/alert several times.

Y’all, I was more scared than I’ve ever been then. Blood loss and a head injury and having to fight to keep her awake? I really thought I was about to lose her. And then LM started screaming that she was dying, which certainly didn’t help matters. I was praying up a storm.

Around that time, LM grabbed the phone and called 911. My husband took it and they told us not to stop and to continue driving to the hospital. Making it to the hospital without wrecking or running over someone is probably a miracle in itself.

When we went inside the ER, a nurse came out and checked out BG’s head. The bleeding had slowed down, so she put some gauze and a bandage on it and tossed the bloody towel we came in with. The girl was sobbing but wasn’t dozing off anymore and was alert, thankfully. The nurse said they were slammed because of the flu, but that BG would be seen quicker because of her age. I don’t want to know what not being seen quickly would have meant, as we waited almost four hours.

When they finally called BG back, we waited a while and then a doctor (well, a PA) came in. He spent a few minutes in with her and said she could go home after the nurse cleaned the wound. He said it looked worse than it was because head injuries bleed so much. The wound wasn’t as big as we thought it would’ve been, and the PA said he could put a staple in it to close it or wait and see if the pediatrician next day and see if she thought it needed one. We opted for waiting since BG was already freaking out from the guy examining her, and he had zero patience with her.

She wrote this note for me while we waited. Its meant to say, “Dear Mommy, I am okay. ❤ N–“

I was concerned about the possibility of concussion since BG was dozing off in the car, so I asked about that. The PA said no since she was talking and that sometimes kids get sleepy in cars. What happened with BG wasn’t the same as a kid napping, so I guess the loss of blood just had her feeling woozy. It seemed like so much at the time, but I guess it wasn’t, relatively speaking.

We saw a pediatrician the following day, and she thought her wound looked looked like it would heal fine, so no staple needed. Whew. (She was shocked that the guy at the ER let her leave without one if he thought it was possible she needed one, though.) She evaluated the girl for a concussion, too, and said she thought she was fine but to watch out for behavioral changes.

The wound seems to be healing up very nicely! BG has done a good job at not picking at the scab and letting us keep it clean, so I don’t think we’ll have to worry about infection.

It’s something how an injury that seemed life-threatening at one point ended up being totally fine. (Knock on wood!) My husband commented that he guessed she didn’t even need to go to the ER after all, but I think it was the right call, blood or no blood.

You’d think that the whole thing would make BG slow down a little, but nope. I went in my bedroom this afternoon and found her sitting on top of a stack of pillows on my bed.

“I’m on Pride Rock!” she said and roared and then fell off the stack. At least Pride Rock wasn’t at the edge of the bed.

On another note, it’s time to work on my next book — “Five Little Lion Cubs Catching A Gazelle On the Bed.” 😉

Brain Dump: Week of 1/6

It looks like the lice have been eradicated from our household. (KNOCK ON WOOD.) The girl is the only who got them, and hopefully the rest of us won’t either since I treated all of our heads to be on the safe side. BG got treated twice and will again tonight. The men-folk are none too please about having their hair checked every day and getting treated, but oh well. Better to be inconvenienced than pass anything around.

School started back yesterday, only LM couldn’t go because he got sick on Sunday. Great timing, kid! My husband took him to the doctor yesterday morning and the doc things he has an upper respiratory thing going on. I started hacking my head off yesterday afternoon, so I guess it’ll make its way through the house. Boo.

We didn’t do anything for New Year’s Eve but did hit up the zoo on New Year’s Day. It was BG’s first time going, and she loved it for the most part. (Until she got burned out and had a meltdown in the penguin area, which is my favorite.) We spent a lot of time looking at the lions, but despite her little lion obsession, I think her favorite thing was the King Cobra, which she called adorable. That fucker was huge! She sat there for 20 minutes staring at the thing. LM and my husband made their way around the rest of the reptile exhibits while she stared, and I tried to avoid looking at the creepy thing.

(BTW, she said if the King Cobra got out of his aquarium type setup, whatever it’s called, he would totally be best friends with her and want to hug her. We had to have another talk about not touching things like that if we were to come across a snake or whatever outside.)

We spent the rest of the week cleaning out shit. The living room, game closet, books, and LM’s room. LM cannot stay on top of keeping his room remotely tidy at all, so my husband and I were both fed up since he made zero progress over the break. My husband bought 10 huge totes and took them in. LM was upset, of course, but we let him pick out a few of each things he enjoys, like his Transformers and Nerf guns, with the promise that if he can keep his room clean then he could earn stuff back eventually. We filled up 7 of the totes, which is crazy. We plan to do the same with the girl’s room this weekend. LM told me today that he likes his room better without so much stuff in it, so that’s good.

Do y’all remember me commenting on the Pac Praying poster my husband bought LM for Christmas, how I thought the label was for Pac-Man Praying and was super confused? I’m sure most of y’all figured out that it referred to Tupac. While we were helping LM with his room, he opened the poster to hang it. The look on his face was priceless when he saw this:

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“Oh wow,” he said. Wow, indeed. That’s an odd choice for an 11-year-old boy. I tried to suppress my snickers.

“I just had to get it for you,” my husband told him. “Where do you want to hang it?”

LM hemmed and hawed long enough that my husband realized he didn’t want to hang it. “You don’t want to hang it? You don’t like it?” he asked.

“I do like it,” LM said. “But it’s so weird.”

My husband looked offended. “Why is it weird?”

I started laughing. “Look at it!” I said. “He isn’t wearing a shirt and has his eyes closed, praying. That’s a bizarre poster choice.”

“Well, I thought it was cool,” my husband said, somewhat offended. “I guess I’ll just throw it away.”

“No, don’t throw it away!” LM exclaimed. “I’m grateful for it and all. I’ll just keep it in my closet it for now and hang it when I don’t have friends anymore.” He was dead serious, too, which made me laugh even harder.

How has the start of 2020 gone for you so far?