So I'm laying bed watching Chelsea Lately last night (it's how I get my news) and all of the sudden I hear Elwood, one of our two cats, scramble up the stairs (which isn't entirely abnormal, we call it the "Daly 500") but then there's the creaking of the stairs. I look at my bed and there's Jake, the other cat, so I'm thinking "HOLY SHIT!". I got really freaked out which I isn't really my nature but I reach for my phone to call, who? Ghostbusters? I don't know, maybe 911? Then I flip on the light and there's Q, standing there in his underwear, looking at me, with a dazed sort of stare.
I'm like "DUDE, you scared the crap out of me, what's up?" and he says "oh nothing" and walks past me and sits on the end of my bed, I'm like.... um, ok. He says "I just have these stitches all over my pants" and I said "Honey, you're not wearing any pants". He looks at me confused, so I ask him if needs anything, if he's had a bad dream, and he says no, so I tell him to go back to bed and he just gets up and walks back downstairs, climbs up his ladder (loft bed) and that's all. I say "did you have something to tell me?" and he says "ya", I say "what?" and he says "I don't know".
This morning he sits at the kitchen table for breakfast and says "I had the craziest dream"....
Well I am desperate for a cure for what ails me and I, of course, can't get into see the doctor until Thursday. Which by that time I will not be in the same excruciating pain I am in now (oh please say it isn't so), so I am left to my own devices... or rather my device. Google.
Aka "my best friend".
I am no hippie but I come from a long line of them. I'll admit, I do have hippie in my blood- ok, so I'm part hippie. The part that likes the earth and all of it's glory, except most of the people and I shower... well I used to. I try to. Let's say that.
So back to me. Um, the sick me.
There were a lot of things you could mix together and blast up your nose. Vinegar and salt water, rosemary oil, etc. The nose tea pot thingy, I've seen that but I was trying not to have to leave the house. Today was rainy and I am feeling like a giant piece of ass-pie.
I'm reading all these sites, too many to even count. It is ridiculous, some of the remedies are foolish and I'll never get back the hour or so I spent on reading them. But then there was the one about oil pulling. The name sounded a little dirty so I had to read about it. Come to find out, it isn't dirty at all.
You basically swish oil in your mouth and it collects all the bacteria and you spit it out. There are theories on the oil seeping into your body, in turn giving you the benefits that oil can give you. It's good. It's strange and I like it.
I never have understood it. The "Sneaky Chef"... why?
I think all kids go through their fazes. Q spent about 6 months eating nothing but beige food- it was odd but he's a kid. What isn't odd about them? I fed him what we were eating and everyday he'd pick out all the beige items, which eventually got to be fewer and fewer on the plate and then he decided the jig was up when, I'm guessing, he got hungry.
We were never into making him his own food, when he had moved off the pureed stuff, he got a plate of what we were having. There were no quesadillas (unless we were having them) made on the side, we didn't open a can of spaghetti O's or nuke dino-nuggets. I mean. Why? What would the message be? They say kids learn by imitation, so how would be he imitate good behavior (eating or otherwise) if I had him do differently? I'm guessing he wouldn't.
I'm not saying this means if you do have kid food your kids will grow up to eat crappy (but they might) and if sneaking vegetables into your pasta sauce makes you feel better- go ahead.
I'd like my kids to grow up knowing what a vegetable looks like. And sure maybe there is something in kids that makes them really not like certain things and I would never force any food on anyone. My husband will not eat mushrooms... it kills me, but he just won't. But what's wrong with growing some herbs and maybe a carrot? Take them to the farmers market or the produce section of the market and let them pick out the fruit and veg?Let them eat food that looks like something. Sure maybe the can of ravioli has a "full serving of vegetables" but if the kids can't see them, if they never know what they look like, how will they ever choose to eat them? And besides that- canned vegetables? I'm doubtful that there's much left after that process.
I'm worried about nutritional growth sure but more so the health of my kids for the years to come. We are hearing more now than ever that healthy eating is proven to fight disease- cancer, diabetes, etc... why not arm your kids with that information? Why not tell them why the food they put into their mouth is important not only for growth but for longevity?
I do. I have the conversation with my 9 year old, he knows that we makes choices about what he eats and eating well everyday is important not just for today but for years to come... he wants to get old, he wants to be healthy. He's a kid so he'd of course rather eat marshmallow and chocolate but he's aware the importance of feeding your body what it needs everyday and enjoying the things it doesn't need in moderation. It's simple really.
How does one treat insomnia when they are the mother of two? I'm not missing my zzzz's because of the kids, nope it is just the thing that has plagued me since I was about 13 I guess.
I can't take Ambien (oh how I love thee) because what good would I be in a middle of the night crisis? Nota mucho, I'm guessing.
It doesn't help that I am completely sick but it is no different if I wasn't, I can't sleep. I hate it, I'm years past tired, I am dizzily exhausted. Yet I have the energy to get up and blog. I would probably still be in bed if I didn't have a life, so I'm thankful for that. But I wonder, will I ever get to the point in my life where I will get good sleep on a nightly basis? Shit, I'd take a few times a week.
I guess we asked for it, a lifelong of sideways looks and weird comments. We named her Elvis because we liked the name and now that she is established, 5 months old, I can't imagine her having another name and no it's not a moniker. It would be a shame. That's all I have to say about that... right now. So I've started a few blogs in the past. One about our travels in Europe last summer. My husband is a musician and we (my pregnant self and our, then, 8 year old) went on an acoustic tour with him. No driver, no management, no band- we did it all and it was the most fun I have had in my life, europeforthree.blogspot.com. It was one of those trips I will fondly think of when I'm 90, I will tell my great-grandkids about my journeys and that one will stick out as a truly special time. A moment of my history that I really cherish. I did another blog while I was pregnant, nextbigthing206.blogspot.com. It was the journey of my pregnancy. Lovely. Like a pregnancy journal that will forever be on the internet somewhere (not in the basement in a plastic bin marked "stuff"). And lastly, I had a thought one day to record my menus. I am cook, I love to cook and if you know me, you love to eat my food. But that blog was a sad, sad sight... who knew I wouldn't find time for it? It seems easy enough. I make dinner every night, no recipe books, I just follow where the food takes me. I am good like that, my husband thinks I could win on "Chopped", I don't know, mushrooms and ice cream? I don't think I am that good- if you've never seen it, never mind. So yeah, it didn't work out. I just didn't have time to make the recipes up. I don't follow one, so I don't measure, I don't pay attention to what exactly I do so it was tough for me. With the 9 minute average I had after the dinner was eaten, cleared and the dishes were done. While my infant was sleeping in her swing and my, now, 9 year old was in the shower... I just couldn't get it together enough to make it happen. I wished for it to be seamless, alas it was not. Now that things are a little more adjusted, meaning me and my new world, I am finding I have a lot of conversations in my head that I would like to put on this new "paper" we all communicate on. I'd rather have these conversations with real, live people... I mean, I think I would, but I am at a crossroads with that too... for now, I like to blog.
Now that the pregnancy has ended and the Europe trip is 8-9 months past, I figured I could get back on the horse. I don't know if my old followers will follow me again, with the demise of those two and the failed food one... it seems I might be a little "flaky". Which, coincidentally enough, has been brought to my attention a few times lately, that people think this about me. It bothers me and that, I've come to realize, must mean it is true or partially so. Although, I'd like these people to define "flaky" because in my mind I am not but I guess it could be true. If by flaky you mean I have a life, then yes. If you mean I duck out on our plans to go get a pedicure, then no. I'm just living my life which you will, if you continue to read my blogs, find out is complex, fun, hard and the life I would wish for if I didn't have it.
If I do fall off the wagon with this blog, just know that I had to cut the fat and part of my life is the simple fact that if there's fat to be cut I will happily put myself on the chopping block.