Daily Update
I guess I’m going to have to start doing my nightly update in middle of the afternoon. I hate that, but I hate missing my small window of sewing time even more. Erik was up at 6 this morning, which is better than yesterday but in no way good. I know there are people who are proud of only needing a few hours of sleep each night. I’m not one of them. Ideally, I’d like 8 hours of sleep, but I can’t function on less than 7.
My period arrived today, heralded by a sea serpent rolling around in my belly and nausea that caused me to throw up while I was brushing my teeth. Lovely! Bah! I want to take Erik outside, but my tummy is sensitive and I don’t want to be far away from the bathroom. The poor, abused child will just have to deal with inside air for the day.
I’m also feeling sick about our townhouse offer. I want it so badly! Our realtor is supposed to e-mail it to us sometime this afternoon, then we will print it, sign it, then fax it to him and he will present it. I really want to show you guys the pictures, but I don’t want someone local to come in and undercut me.
We had a sub at Zumba today and she was the best ever. I was a little worried because she was a stout little old lady with poor English skills and no microphone. We all kind of looked at each other and wondered what was going to happen, but she showed us the secrets to moving our hips and rocked the house with the dancing. At the end of class everyone gathered around her, clamoring to know when and where she teaches her regular classes. A big sigh of disappointment was heard when she explained she only subs. Several people said they need to get rid of our current teacher and just have her, which was interesting because most people LOVE our current instructor. I like her a lot too, but Latin dancing is not her forte.
Want the other big news? On Friday night we are going to use the last of our diapers and that will be that. I’m going to follow the potty training advice that Beverly posted. Our only problem is that he’s been in pull-ups for a year thanks to his all encompassing love of his penis. Maybe I can trick him by getting a different brand for his “night time underwear.” We shall see. He is perfectly capable of going on the potty, but he just won’t if he is wearing any clothing at all. He never even notices when he wets his training pants.
Ohhhhh! Look at me! I’m blogging on my balcony while Erik plays in his sand box! It feels so dangerous. What if I get sand in my keyboard?
I think I better put the computer away and get out my book. One of these weeks I’m going to finish The Born Queen, the conclusion of Greg Keyes Kingdom of Bone and Thorn series. If you like fantasy, this is a must read series. If I was still doing the elliptical five days a week I’d have finished a long time ago.