Oh, Monday. Hello. There are some days that are just so full, I don't know where to start. There's just so much crap going on lately and so much to be accomplished that I just almost can't see the forest for the trees. It's like my big messy garage... there's so much shit in there, I throw up my arms and say, "Eh. Later."
I thought I'd tie up some loose ends for you. I mean, because I know you are on the edge of your seat about some things.
The Damn Weighted Blanket: not complete. Well, not started. Oops. Could we still use one? Mayhaps. Max still wakes up in the middle of the night. I wouldn't say as often though. ...and I got such weird advice from everyone. It's hard to decide where to start... like, SEVERAL people suggested I use BEANS for the weight. As in, yum-yum-these-beans-are-tasty beans. Wha??? What happens when he pees the bed? Can't wash beans. The Hubs stands by his idea to have my mom crochet washers into a blanket. Chain-mail? Sounds painful. The little booger seems to be doing okay lately. Back in MAY the school system said THEY would call ME for more specific testing. Have I heard from them? Hell-to-the-no. Thank you for confirming my suspicions, school system. On a lighter note... due to the sensory issues (I believe), Maximus never wanted to use a cup. It seemed to cause anxiety over potential spills. Over the weekend he just decided, "Ima do this."
Now this doesn't mean when it spills he doesn't go ape-shit-crazy. Screaming, crying and asking one million times (no, for serious), "water-spill??? clean up???" in his Cookie Monster voice. But at least he tries again and that is an improvement.
Panties?: I continue to get multiple hits everyday because I have uttered the word 'panties' on this blog. It was pretty hilarious at first and now slightly annoying. Here's a non-traditional blogging tip: use the words fucking, boobs or panties to up your stats, if you're into that sort of thing. The world is a dirty, dirty place.
Eddie Vedder: still hasn't called. What is WRONG with that guy?? sigh.
Rosacea: it's back bitches. Two months (?!) ago the dermatologist put me on antibiotics. Do you know what long-term antibiotics do to a gal? A pregnant gal??? We won't go there, but I'm done. If stress is my trigger, it ain't going anywhere. I'll smear on the cream, think happy thoughts and invest in some plaster-like makeup. (PS... I hate you, rosacea.)
Anyhoo... we had a pretty shiz-nit weekend. Here's the pics.
Well, Ima go kick this Monday's ass.
Here's to you and me having one great get-it-done week.