I think we've established that.
But this has to be my favorite FRIENDS scene. Ever.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Excuse Hall of Fame
Tonight's competitor in the Excuse and Stall Tactic Event is Large Fry:
Um...because...um...there's a bug in my room. And I saw a bug at school, and it knows where I live, and I'm scared.
Things You Don't Want to Hear
"Daddy? The toilet is...is...is...having trouble flushing. It's broken!"
~Large Fry
12:45 a.m.
Medium Fry [rubbing eyes]: Mommy? I hadda bad dweem.
Me: You did?
Medium: Can I tewll you about it?
Ooookay. This is new.
Me [patting mattress]: Why don't you just climb on up here.
Medium [clambering]: I hadda dweem dat we wewren't a family anymowre.
Me [swallowing huge lump in my throat]: We will always be a family.
Medium snuggled into the covers, and then leaned over on me.
Medium [sleepily]: I fot we wewre gonna be sepawated.
Me: No. We won't ever be separated. We'll always be a family. Always.
And I held her tight, kissed her hair, and tried not to cry.
Because we'll always be a family.
I don't want those doubts to even invade her dreams.
It makes my heart break that it happens.
And it made me doubly glad for the intake we had scheduled at the counselor's today.
Me: You did?
Medium: Can I tewll you about it?
Ooookay. This is new.
Me [patting mattress]: Why don't you just climb on up here.
Medium [clambering]: I hadda dweem dat we wewren't a family anymowre.
Me [swallowing huge lump in my throat]: We will always be a family.
Medium snuggled into the covers, and then leaned over on me.
Medium [sleepily]: I fot we wewre gonna be sepawated.
Me: No. We won't ever be separated. We'll always be a family. Always.
And I held her tight, kissed her hair, and tried not to cry.
Because we'll always be a family.
I don't want those doubts to even invade her dreams.
It makes my heart break that it happens.
And it made me doubly glad for the intake we had scheduled at the counselor's today.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Several...
...hilarious anecdotes to share. At least I think they're hilarious. They may be figments of my fever-addled brain.
...different medicines that I'm now taking. Second visit to the doc today in less than a week, and for two different things.
...big, fat couch pillows that I'm huddled into.
And one slender, svelte kitty who has been hovering for days. He's still hovering. What a sweetheart.
I apparently have a sinus infection run amok, and my throat is so raw and sore that the PA in the clinic today was actually quite surprised.
He was not surprised when I told him it had been so sore last night that I'd had trouble staying asleep.
More later, when I don't feel like I'd need to be dead three days to feel better. Or worse. I'm really not sure which right now.
I think I shall doze with Disney's The Great Mouse Detective helping to keep Large Fry occupied until Hubby can get home and I can go retreat to bed.
...different medicines that I'm now taking. Second visit to the doc today in less than a week, and for two different things.
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| Mika takes his hovering seriously. |
And one slender, svelte kitty who has been hovering for days. He's still hovering. What a sweetheart.
I apparently have a sinus infection run amok, and my throat is so raw and sore that the PA in the clinic today was actually quite surprised.
He was not surprised when I told him it had been so sore last night that I'd had trouble staying asleep.
More later, when I don't feel like I'd need to be dead three days to feel better. Or worse. I'm really not sure which right now.
I think I shall doze with Disney's The Great Mouse Detective helping to keep Large Fry occupied until Hubby can get home and I can go retreat to bed.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Blech.
Posting has been temporarily hijacked by nasty boomerang migraine (now in its third day).
Yep, off to the doc tomorrow to either get my normal rescue meds changed, or get shot up with something to make this go away for good.
Yep, off to the doc tomorrow to either get my normal rescue meds changed, or get shot up with something to make this go away for good.
"Another night, deprived of slumber..."
~*9:45 p.m.*~
Medium: Daddy? I have to go potty.
Hubby [tired of excuses and stall tactics that prolonged bedtime more than an hour before]: Go potty and go back to bed!
Medium whimpers, but does as she's told.
~*11:15 p.m.*~
Medium: Daddy? Daddy?
I groggily recognize her shouting for Hubby through the haze of migraine meds (and migraine pain).
Hubby: You'd better have a good excuse for being up!
Medium: My bow is untied.
The bow on her pajama pants. The decorative one.
Hubby [nearly roaring]: GET BACK IN BED!
~*Oh-dark-thirty*~
Medium [having clambered up onto our bed]: Mommy?
Me [groggily]: What, honey?
Medium: Can you move over so I can get inna middle?
I don't have much room, mind you. Hubby is laying on his back. I'm laying on my side. Not a whole lot of mattress real estate between me and the edge of the bed.
I scoot over anyway, and Medium burrows inbetween us. She lets out a snuffling sigh and goes to sleep.
~*Several (?) hours later, perhaps around 5 a.m.*~
Medium whimpers and sniffles and noisily rubs her hand up and down on her nose. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Hubby: Medium, go get a tissue.
Medium [whining]: I don't know how!
Hubby: Go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper.
Medium [whining]: I don't know how!
About 30 seconds later, I hear Medium shuffle out of our room and down the hall. I presume Hubby just lifted her right out of bed and set her on the floor.
~*5 minutes later*~
Medium [whining and low-volume wailing]: Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daaaaddddy!
I got up and limped down the hall (the weather changes have been making my ankle ache). Medium is in the hall bath, light on, standing by the toilet and whimpering.
Me: What is the problem?
Medium [whining]: It's too bright!
I turned off the light.
Medium [whining]: Now it's too dawrk!
Me: Blow your nose and go back to bed.
Medium [whining]: I don't know how!
Me [exasperated]: Yes, you do! Blow your nose and go back to bed!
I turned and went back to bed myself. Shortly, I heard the door to the twins' room open and close as Medium went back to bed.
~*15 minutes later*~
Medium: Mommy? Mommy?
Me: What?
Medium: My duck is inna middle.
Hubby: No, it's not.
I located Duckie between and underneath pillows and tossed it to Medium.
She had the audacity to pop her thumb in her mouth, grin at me, and bumble back down the hall.
~*1:45 p.m.*~
My doctor asks if the migraine I've been dealing with has interfered at all with my sleep.
The migraine? Not so much. It's more of a persistent, annoying, low-level migraine. It just won't go away.
When I related the story of how my night had gone, however...my doctor just smiled and nodded in empathy.
She's got four kids herself.
Medium: Daddy? I have to go potty.
Hubby [tired of excuses and stall tactics that prolonged bedtime more than an hour before]: Go potty and go back to bed!
Medium whimpers, but does as she's told.
~*11:15 p.m.*~
Medium: Daddy? Daddy?
I groggily recognize her shouting for Hubby through the haze of migraine meds (and migraine pain).
Hubby: You'd better have a good excuse for being up!
Medium: My bow is untied.
The bow on her pajama pants. The decorative one.
Hubby [nearly roaring]: GET BACK IN BED!
~*Oh-dark-thirty*~
Medium [having clambered up onto our bed]: Mommy?
Me [groggily]: What, honey?
Medium: Can you move over so I can get inna middle?
I don't have much room, mind you. Hubby is laying on his back. I'm laying on my side. Not a whole lot of mattress real estate between me and the edge of the bed.
I scoot over anyway, and Medium burrows inbetween us. She lets out a snuffling sigh and goes to sleep.
~*Several (?) hours later, perhaps around 5 a.m.*~
Medium whimpers and sniffles and noisily rubs her hand up and down on her nose. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Hubby: Medium, go get a tissue.
Medium [whining]: I don't know how!
Hubby: Go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper.
Medium [whining]: I don't know how!
About 30 seconds later, I hear Medium shuffle out of our room and down the hall. I presume Hubby just lifted her right out of bed and set her on the floor.
~*5 minutes later*~
Medium [whining and low-volume wailing]: Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daaaaddddy!
I got up and limped down the hall (the weather changes have been making my ankle ache). Medium is in the hall bath, light on, standing by the toilet and whimpering.
Me: What is the problem?
Medium [whining]: It's too bright!
I turned off the light.
Medium [whining]: Now it's too dawrk!
Me: Blow your nose and go back to bed.
Medium [whining]: I don't know how!
Me [exasperated]: Yes, you do! Blow your nose and go back to bed!
I turned and went back to bed myself. Shortly, I heard the door to the twins' room open and close as Medium went back to bed.
~*15 minutes later*~
Medium: Mommy? Mommy?
Me: What?
Medium: My duck is inna middle.
Hubby: No, it's not.
I located Duckie between and underneath pillows and tossed it to Medium.
She had the audacity to pop her thumb in her mouth, grin at me, and bumble back down the hall.
~*1:45 p.m.*~
My doctor asks if the migraine I've been dealing with has interfered at all with my sleep.
The migraine? Not so much. It's more of a persistent, annoying, low-level migraine. It just won't go away.
When I related the story of how my night had gone, however...my doctor just smiled and nodded in empathy.
She's got four kids herself.
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