Well, the cold I had over Christmas has turned into a full-blown sinus infection.
According to Google, sinus infection sufferers can expect to feel 'moderate to severe sinus pain.' Which seems pretty played-down considering that by Monday I was crying and begging my husband to hold a pillow over my face until I stopped struggling.
By Tuesday, I'd taken up snorting salt water in an effort to get some relief. (It works, by the way, but only if you don't accidentally snort too hard and it goes into your lungs. It still clears out your sinuses, but you'll also cough for 10 minutes and then worry about dying from secondary drowning in your bed that night.)
The good news is, my sinus infection is less painful now. The bad news is it's turned into post-nasal drip, which is every bit as disgusting as it sounds.
I can't believe you are still reading this.
Yesterday it was 55 degrees out and we went to the park with no jackets, but earlier in the week it snowed 4" and everyone went nuts as always.
The parking lot at the grocery store near our house was 100% full of people preparing for the apocalypse. I don't understand. Seriously, how much toilet paper do you need to get through 6 hours of snowfall??
Confession: I become completely disoriented by the "sign up" and "log in" buttons on websites.
Because there are also sites that say "sign in" which is a mashup of the two and I CANNOT DEAL. I can never remember if I'm signing up or logging in or signing in, and the longer I think about which is which, it's like that scene in Tommy Boy where the words just lose any meaning at all. Road. Ro-aaad.
I have a Bachelor's degree in English and this shouldn't be so hard. The world needs to come to a consensus on a standard wording ASAP.
Phillip used to keep his grad school textbooks on a shelf in his office to make him look smart (and occasionally look things up, I guess) but at his new job he has no room for them. So they've been sitting in our bedroom for months.
Finally he decided to start paring them down. In the meantime, I'm finding inventive new uses around the house for the ones he wants to keep.
|I can't remember where this humidifier came from, but judging by the looks of it I'd say the 1800s.|
For instance, I like Applied Linear Statistical Models for keeping the humidifier from rattling at night. Suggestions on what to do with the others are welcome.
I used my fingernail to slit the sticker sealing the opening of a new canister of baby formula and Phillip, who was watching nearby, said "Wow, you're like Wolverine."
Yes, I'm expecting a recruitment letter from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters any day now.
My least favorite parenting mind phenomenon has got to be the one where you're doing something and even though you're vaguely aware of some repetitive noise going on in the background, it takes several more minutes for it to register that (1) the noise shouldn't be happening, and (2) it sounds destructive.
And of course by then it's too late, but you turn around to see the toddler using the detached handle of his wagon to whack a dozen Swiss cheese-like holes into the wall.
|There was no logic or discernible motive behind this, just a 2-year-old.|
Please tell me this is a thing that happens to other parents.
When his older brother was the same age, I was painting his room and kept hearing an out-of-place noise behind me. When it finally hit me that I'd been hearing it for some time, I turned around and sure enough, there he was, sitting on his bed happily stabbing his mattress with a screwdriver.
Maybe it's just genetic.
Out of the blue, my 5-year-old told me "We're rich because we have lots of kids!"
Why yes, dear, children are treasures and what a deep philosophical statement for a preschooler to make!
Actually, though, when I asked a few follow-up questions I found out she meant that rich people have a lot of stuff and since we, too, have a lot of something (children) we must also be rich.
So she didn't mean it the same way, but yes, I think having a big family makes us very rich indeed. It was still a good reminder to count my blessings.