Queen of Rambles

Not sure I’ll have time for an update tonight since I’ll be busy playing my guitar on a World Tour. Whoo-hoo! Mike left me a little giftie this morning–Guitar Hero World tour. I’m going to rock out.

It’s been quite a birthday so far. Lots and lots of bright red flow and a very naughty three year old.

He decided he didn’t want people to come over and play today so was a jerk-head when our friends came over for Mother Goose story time. I sent him to his room and he basically spent two hours up there. I tried to get him to come down several times, but he wasn’t interested and I wasn’t interested in making a grouch join the fun.

The other kids had a lot of fun, I think. I had on a long, flowery skirt, a bright blue shirt, a flowing 90s vest and a big straw hat. If I do this again I’m going to get a hand held mirror and take out the glass so it is a Romper Room-esque spy glass.

While I was reading the first book Erik came down with my coat over his head and kept growling at every one. The other moms were laughing pretty hard but I was in reading mode so just ignored him. Turns out, the little shit stole all my books!

I think he might be a little sick. He slept in until 9 am. NINE!!! Then he refused to eat any breakfast, so it’s no wonder he was a grouchy boy. He finally came down when everyone was leaving and told them “thank you for leaving now.” Guess he wasn’t in the mood for company. Three and a half sure is strange. Where did my social boy go? He still is social, but just not as much as previously.

Now we are off to the store for some deodorant and a birthday cake. I am going to be bad and fall off the sugar wagon in honor of my birthday. I’m not very faithful, am I? I haven’t had any sugar this week, but I can’t pass up my birthday without a triple chocolate peanut butter cake from the Amish market. At least you can buy 1/2, 1/4 or just a slice. I’m getting a 1/2 and taking it over to my friend’s house this evening. She’s cooking me dinner since Mike has to work late. When my mom comes we’ll go out for a belated birthday dinner. We don’t have a babysitter right now even if we had the time and money to go out.

Thanks, again, you guys for all the very kind comments and messages. They mean a lot, though I don’t have the stamina to go through and reply to each one of them. I suppose I should go to a doctor, but in my past experience they are useless for miscarriages. The uselessness combined with the lack of sympathy makes me want to stay far, far away. When this period/miscarriage/whatever ends next week I’ll call and OB and make an appointment for a routine check-up. I’d like to schedule it while my mom is here so I have a sitter. We may be a little free and easy with the clothing around here, but I don’t think Erik needs to see someone stick their hand up my coochie.

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