Queen of Rambles

I had to slam on the brakes today. No running around finishing things. No sitting at the computer typing like a mad woman while Erik plays by himself. No nothing.

I knew something was wrong this morning, but I chose to ignore it in the hopes it would go away. Erik was clingy and refused to eat any breakfast. He felt a little warm as well, so I dosed him up with Tylenol and pretended he was fine. I am a HORRIBLE human being and actually took him to the gym with me. I was just in denial, I guess.

When we got home he wouldn’t eat any lunch and just wanted to lay on me. He finally fell asleep on my lap and slept a good three hours. He hasn’t taken a nap on me in a couple of months, but he was so obviously ill that I didn’t have the heart to try to take him downstairs. I broke a solemn vow and watched some CBS shows OnDemand. I still hate them for cancelling Joan of Arcadia but maybe if I watch OnDemand instead of regular TV my vow isn’t quite shattered. I don’t know. All I know is they are evil.

As he was sleeping he was getting hotter and hotter and I was actually becoming somewhat concerned. He was also stinky like a sick person. I was so concerned that I decided to forgo the ear thermometer which is never accurate and do things the right way. I about worked myself up into a fit because I did not want to stick anything up my baby’s butt, but he was so hot I knew I had to do it. I put a little KY on it and took the temp with no problems. I don’t even think he noticed. Unsurprisingly, his temp was 102.5 F. I called the doctor to find out what to do and was told to only bring him in if he has a fever for more than three days.

Nothing else seems to be wrong with him thus far. It’s so strange to see him so listless since he’s usually ripping around the house like a demon.

I never did get a chance to do my menu planning or more than rudimentary grocery shopping this week, so I had to make pizza for dinner since it’s the only thing we have the ingredients for. I had to hold him on my little hip carrier thing the whole time I was making the dough and he was FREAKED OUT by the dough hooks on the hand mixer. Even before I started the mixer he saw the dough hooks and started screaming. I couldn’t very well knead the dough by hand with him on my hip so I just had to let him scream it out. It was a joy.

The really bad thing is that we were supposed to go to the RennFest tomorrow! I have been dying to go to a RennFest ever since I learned such a thing existed and this was our big chance. We’ve been planning on going with our friends for the past month and something always comes up (rain, sickness, a friend who was supposed to visit who didn’t, and now sickness again). It sucks.

I never did post about Annica’s husband coming to visit, did I? Annica called a long time ago to tell us he was going to be in Philly on business and ask if we would be interested in seeing him. We said “of course!” and Mike sent e-mails about it but he never really communicated the plan to us other than he would come in September. I don’t know if it is Swedes, men, Swedish men, or Swedish men that Mike knows, but the Swedish men that Mike knows are the most uncommunicative people I’ve ever met. Instead of coming last weekend like we thought he was going to, he is going to come in two weeks and bring four of Mike’s old co-workers with him. They are actually staying in New Jersey for a few weeks for some kind of training and want to come down here. I know that will be great for Mike so I hope they really do show up. Mike e-mailed the other former Swedish co-worker who now lives in DC proper to ask if he wanted to hook up for the Swedish fun and the guy promptly wrote back that he’d love to and he’d also love any baby things that Erik has outgrown because he and his wife are having a baby in November. November! We were at their house just a few months ago! I understand not telling people right away but it just seems bizarre to me that this is the first time we’ve heard of this. Mike’s family is the same way. We got an e-mail from his father the other day (and he never e-mails) saying he was diagnosed with Lyme disease awhile back. Don’t you think that would be worth mentioning?

So it goes.

I gotta get this pizza in the oven and see about cleaning up some things around here while Mike is the Parent-on-Duty (POD, stealing the term from Heather). I also have to stop messing with my ear. I don’t know if “ear corn” is the technical term, but I’ve developed one and it’s driving me mad. I used to get them all the time in college (perhaps because I wore earrings every day) and even though I know it doesn’t do any good I pick and poke and push and prod until it is so painful that I can’t stand it. I actually had one of the girls in my dorm tell me to whack it really hard with a heavy can of food to break up the “corn” (ear corn was her term). I may be nuts, but I’m not willing to whack my ear lobe with canned goods to try to heal the corn.

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