Random Tuesday: Tired Edition

This Tuesday, I am tired. My kid is still coughing in the middle of the night and waking us up, as we go about getting Vick’s and medication and warm drinks of honey and lemon to help her. So, that’s been fun.

Being tired is not my best look. It gives me the appearance of a slightly confused and lethargic raccoon. It makes things fairly random, to be sure.

But then, I have been tired my entire life, so who would know the difference?

• I have not posted any Saturday photos recently. I am taking a little break. I don’t know you read it, but last year, in my Project 365, I took something like 8000 photos. EIGHT. THOUSAND. So it’s safe to say I have been lacking motivation to pick up the camera lately. But, I know I should take pictures, maybe not every day, but frequently, to document That Baby’s life. She might care, when she is older, but then again she might not. But either way, I want to preserve as much of Stinkerbelle’s life and growth and personality as I can. So I should do that. But you know what I REALLY want to do? Post a video of That Baby singing Michael Franti. We took video last night after dinner and OH HOLY HELL I COULD DIE FROM CUTE. But then, it gets to be like going over to somebody’s house, and they just came back from a holiday in Flin Flon, and they’re all “OH LET ME SHOW YOU MY SLIDE SHOW OF FLIN FLON IT WILL ONLY TAKE A FEW HOURS”, and you want to curl up and die. Because, honestly? Nobody thinks your life is as fabulous or your stories are as funny or your kids are as cute as you do.

• I made a turkey on New Year’s Day. Well, the day after New Year’s, actually, because I was too tired on New Year’s Day to be arsed with cooking. Plus it was our 2nd Christmas that day, so, nyah. But I had a bit of a conundrum. I had taken our turkey out on New Year’s Eve to thaw, putting it into a sink full of cold water to let slowly thaw overnight, I awoke on New Year’s Day to find the sink mostly drained and my turkey still fairly frozen. This was a large motivator in putting off our meal, as I just could not face it. So I stuck it in the fridge and tried to forget about it in the hopes it would go away. It did not. So the next day, I pretty much HAD to cook it. Of course, by that time, I was riddled with anxiety about this badly defrosted bird, now neglected and sitting in the fridge, and how he would seek his revenge by poisoning and killing us all with salmonella or whatever. As you can see, he did not, and we ate the turkey. Ta dah. So why am I telling you this now, other than to have you rejoice that I am not, in fact, dead? Well, for Christmas, I got a crock pot cookbook, and one of the recipes was to make turkey stock — which I did. EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD OMG WHY DID I NOT KNOW OF THIS SOONER. And then last night I finally made soup with the stock, and I had some for lunch again today, and OMG TASTY THANK YOU TURKEY-WHO-DID-NOT-KILL-US AND THANK YOU BDH FOR THE COOKBOOK I AM SO HAPPY I COULD PLOTZ.

• We have been busy almost every day since the holidays were over. We have had appointments and classes and lessons, and on the days we did not have these things we cleaned. And I do not see an end in sight until the middle of next week sometime. I think next Wednesday we might be free. Possibly. Unless I have some appointment with some specialist somewhere in town about something or Stinkerbelle has her first hula lesson or maybe will be beginning intensive lumberjack training for preschoolers or something. Dog only knows.

• Is it cool to punch out an ear, nose and throat specialist? Because we might do that, considering that the doctor we saw yesterday for Stinkerbelle’s audiology appointment made the remark, “Her hair looks like broccoli”, as we were leaving, about her cute little puffs done up in bows. O HAI DOCTOR LIN HERE’S THAT PUNCH IN THE JUNK YOU ORDERED.

• Okay this poop Stinkerbelle keeps having in the middle of naptime is starting to piss me off. Seriously. She should be sleeping for, what, another hour? And what’s she doing? She’s in her room, babbling and talking to Abby Cadabby and counting to 10 (without six — she hates six) and saying “What happied?” because she had a mid-nap poop. So, her naptime is cut short. I have things to do during naptime. I hate that poop. I really do.

• A package came in the mail today. LOOKIT ME, ordering two hoodies and a pair of khakis and two pairs of shorts for less than fifty bucks. I ROCK the online shopping. Except yarn and crafty stuff. I cannot for the life of me order crafty stuff online. How do I know what I am getting if I cannot look at the yarn and feel it and be sure of the weight and see the colours in real life? And knitting needles — how do I convert the mm measurement to the regular US size measurement? And what if my project says I need 1000 yards but my gauge is too tight and OMG WONT SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE KNITTERS. So screw that, I will buy clothes and books and household stuff online instead.

• I got gas today. As the attendant was pumping gas, the power went out on his pumps. And he was all “The power is out on my pumps. Is it okay that there’s only $36.34 worth of gas?” What was I going to say, NO? The gas was already in my tank. So I said okay and paid and left and all, but if $36.34 worth of gas does not encapsulate the randomness of a Tuesday then I don’t know what does.