Random Tuesday: Sexy, Funny, Guilty Edition

It’s bright. It’s sunny. It’s cold. It’s Tuesday. Randomness abounds. Even on Tova’s blog. I like that. I like feeling like I’m not the only one who goes OMGWTFJUSTHAPPENED OH YEAH ITS TUESDAY. But Tova’s random is slightly more… *ahem* ACTIVE *ahem*… than mine. Do not go there without a supply of brain bleach.

• So we’re getting over the EMERGENCY SATURDAY WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP! business. (I can’t talk about going to Emergency without hearing the WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP in my head. Or the BLART BLURT BLAAAAART tones that used to announce an emergency on the TV show Emergency. It’s from the 70s, before most of you were born. Hey you kids get off my lawn.) Anyhow. I would be considerably the worse for wear if it were not for a supply of Sexy Tasty Coffee. I’ve been downing those babies at every chance I get. On the way home from the hospital Sunday morning, we stopped in at the local Williams Coffee Pub so I could get a coffee. I went up to the barista and said, “Hullo, I’ve just come from spending the night in Emerg with my 2 1/2 year old and I need a treat. Something decadent. A SEXY COFFEE.” And she said, “Oho, a SEXY coffee. Would that also be a sexy TASTY coffee?” To which I said, “YES! I would like a SEXY TASTY COFFEE.” And she said, “Well, then I would say you want the CARAMEL LATTE”. So I did. And it was sexy AND tasty. And they put a heart and a smile on the lid in grease pencil which I thought was very sweet. And then today, after Stinkerbelle’s doctor’s appointment, at which we got 3 different prescriptions, which we then took to the pharmacist who said they’d take 45 minutes to fill, I said, “Okay. C’mon Stinkerbelle. Mama needs a SEXY TASTY COFFEE”. And we walked out into the cold and the sunshine and went and got me another sexy tasty coffee. AND a muffin. Now that is what I call soul food.

• There’s something about going to the doctor that brings out Mommy Guilt. I mean, Stinkerbelle has an awesome doctor. He really is great, even if he does come into a room like Cosmo Kramer and is almost but not quite rude in his abruptness. But he’s exceedingly competent and I have the utmost faith in him, and that’s all that counts. It’s just sometimes, when doctors begin to question you about your child and their symptoms and what has happened prior to coming in, and you begin to think “Argh. You’re totally right. I SHOULD have done X. I suck.” It could be an innocuous question and still you second guess your care of your kid. Only with That Baby’s doctor, his abruptness sometimes makes me feel a bit accused, or like he’s pointing out my incompetence. NOTE: HE IS NOT. He just cares, but his delivery is sometimes flawed. Today he asked, “Why didn’t you come in sooner?” And immediately in my head the conversation begins about “well, all kids get nagging coughs” and “I don’t want to be one of those moms who comes in at every sniffle” and “when do we have the time between our busy schedule and your busy office?” When really, all he’s asking is how we got to this point, and what her symptoms have been like during the previous couple weeks. He knows we’re doing our best, and I know that. It is just part and parcel of the whole OMG MY KID IS SICK YOU’RE RIGHT I SUCK Mommy Guilt.

• Today, I was making THE WORLDS MOST AWESOME SPLIT PEA SOUP soup in the crock pot for tonight’s dinner. So while I did this, I put Sesame Street on the tube, and let Stinkerbelle faff about and play and do whatever while I did my prep work in the kitchen. She generally will play in her playroom, but today she opted to be with me in the kitchen, as she will do on occasion. Sometimes, this involves the cupboard full of ziploc containers; other times, it’s the pots and pans. Today was a pots and pans kind of day. So, she’s banging and clanging behind me while I got things prepared. And I turn around to find she is SITTING IN A STEW POT WITH A LID ON HE HEAD. I took pictures. Of course.

• BDH is on his way home, with a cold coming on. It’s true what they say: kids really are just large mobile petri dishes. It’s inevitable I get it, too, but I am holding off as long as possible.

• We have been in need of some hilarity these past couple of days. So when the clip below showed up in BDH’s Twitter feed courtesy of Adam Savage, I just DIED from the laughter. And now we walk around the house hollering “ALAN! ALAN! ALAN! ALAN! AL! ALAN! ALAN!”