Queen of Rambles

I performed my very first t-shirt surgery today. I do believe I failed t-shirt medical school. My poor collar is lopsided and funky. My sleeves are too tight and pull at my breasts. My side slits are uneven. My shoulders are puckery.

On the whole, I can wear the shirt to the gym. It was totally unwearable before, so this is an improvement. I really could have just cut out the collar to make it wearable, but I do like the more feminine cut of the sides. I just wish knit wasn’t the fabric of Satan. How does anyone ever sew this stuff?

I would take a picture, but my cameraman is in bed and an after picture isn’t that impressive if there isn’t a before shot. I’m almost sad because I ruined my nostalgic Nanowrimo 2003 shirt for this experiment, but since it’s been useless these past four years I guess I’m not going to cry too hard.

I took Mommyprof’s suggestion and bought a couple of HP shirts over at cafepress. I didn’t realize they made shirts for larger women! I guess I’m a little behind the times. I felt pretty guilty about it because I don’t like to violate copyright laws, but if the copyright holders are going to exclude me just because I’m fat I guess they can bite my big, hairy butt. I just wish I was clever enough to come up with the perfect design of my own and then had the graphical skills to carry it out. Maybe I would have tried something like that in the good old days, but with Erik taking up every moment of my free time I don’t have the brain space to dedicate to a creative endeavor.

He’s stopped taking naps when it is just he and I. Mike can get him down for a nap, but I don’t have the magic tough. I may very well go insane.

Also, he has the trots again and changing liquid cheese diapers a hundred times a day doesn’t put one on the path to sanity. I thought he was over it after a couple of bad diapers on Tuesday, but today it was worse than ever. I can’t take him to the gym, of course, so I don’t even get that little break.

And to think, I’ve been looking through Erik’s old baby photos, thinking how sweet it would be to have another one now that he no longer resembles a baby in any way, other than pooping in his pants. He’s not even in diapers, exactly. I had to put him in pull-ups and I’m glad to make the change except for the incredible price hike. They’re much easier to deal with (I get the kind that pull apart at the side) and look a lot better, too. There’s just one teensy problem. Unless I have him in a romper, he can flip the edge over and have his wiener out in .3 seconds. I don’t care if he plays with his wiener, but sometimes he does it in middle of the night and doesn’t put it away when he’s done. Guess what that means? Pee everywhere! Fun! We’re going to have to go back to full footie pajamas even though they make him scream. Life is miserable if you don’t have full access to your toes (one of his six regularly spoken words so you know it is one of his favorite things [the others: mama, papa, toe, shoe (in Swedish), car, ball]).

One that delightful note, I’ve got to go to bed. I ended up getting up around midnight and taking a sleeping pill last night because I couldn’t quit thinking about HP. ARGH!!!

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