Queen of Rambles

I’m starting to see how other women are able to get out and go places and do things with their babies. MisterE is turning into a really pleasant little boy who just eats up any attention thrown his way. I was in dire need of something for my eye, so I packed him up and took him to the grocery store. The grocery store is always a gamble because I never know if mystery boy will demand to be held or be content in his seat. Today he was happy and giggling and we didn’t have any problems at all, unless you count an excess of electricity as a problem. I got shocked every single damned time I dared to touch the shelves. One of the shocks was so strong that my arm ached for at least a half hour afterwards. That just ain’t normal, ya’ll. (We watched Tumbleweeds tonight and now I think I’m southern).

We got home and I popped the boy in the swing. He likes his alone time, but rarely actually falls asleep in the swing. Today? SCORE!!!! He fell asleep and I had two hours to myself. TWO. Hours! Two hours!!!!!!!!! That’s better than a million bucks these days. I could have done all manner of fun things–read a book, sew a quilt block, cut my eyelid off, hire a gigolo. Instead, I spent the time playing Super Wife, cooking up a storm of frozen meals so Mike won’t be on a bread and wine diet while I’m away.

I shouldn’t worry about his food consumption, but I do. He lived the bachelor lifestyle for eight years before he met me and managed to stay alive and healthy. When I first moved to Sweden I would try to cook him things he liked, but it was impossible. He would never give me a clue about his eating habits. I’d ask him what he ate before I moved there, and he always had the same answer “bread.” No wonder he weighs less than a large St. Bernard.

I’m just glad MisterE and I had a good afternoon because he was possessed by a demon spirit this evening and has exercised his lungs with vigor. Is it possible for a baby to have split personality disorder?

I know a major part of the problem is teething. I thought four months was too early to get teeth, but let my nipple be the first to inform you that the boy has a tooth. A big, sharp one. I put some anbasol on it today and he didn’t approve.

I may have to use the anbosol on my eye. Ugh. It is just getting worse and worse. I showed it to the pharmacist and she told me to go see a doctor. I bought some eye drops and they burned like (insert very bad word) hell. The only thing that really seems to help is (close your eyes because this is gross) breast milk. Breast milk is a miracle substance and I had considered seeing it if it would do any good but thought that sounded crazy. Then I got a comment from Krista suggesting the same thing. It took a good long while for me to gather up my courage, but then I poured a little drop in and it was very anti-climatic. No burning. No pain. It does lubricate the eye pretty well, so I will continue the treatment. I do believe that’s about as crunchy as you can get (I have not yet told you that I’ve switched over to cloth pads, further evidence that I’m well on my way to being a card carrying member of the the Grand Crunch Poobah Lodge.).

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