Good News/Bad News

 

Well, the bad news is that my online survey is not ready for me to evaluate. The good news is that my online survey is not ready for me to evaluate, so I can “take off” from work tonight.  I could actually work on my NSF grant, but I can do that tomorrow instead. 

 

So now I shall blog about…

 

Sibling Rivalry

 

Originally, we thought this was going to be an issue with Patches and the cats.  But it’s turned into a real issue between Patches and Conor.  And the rival-ous one is Conor! 

 

First, we learned when we first got Patches that they have the emotional capacity of a two year old.  But it’s as Conor approaches two that we see an awareness of his “brother” as a competitor. 

 

Honestly, the real issue occurs when Patches picks up one of Conor’s toys.  We can easily tell when this happens by the loud, high pitched NOOOOOOOO’s that we hear echoing through the house.  Patches usually does it just to get attention, although there was a duckicide the other week.  It was duck decapitation.  And we had to hide it from Conor, this small headless duck. 

 

Poor everybody, really.  Conor is in the midst of toddler selfishness.  It’s a “mine” field out there.  My Milk! My Duck!  Mine! Mine! Mine!! Patches is just starved for doggie attention and will do anything, including petty thievery, to get it.  The cats are starved for attention beyond being thrown off the bed at night and readily pee on any stray pile of clothing.  (Actually, it’s mostly “Basa”, but as she is Conor’s favorite, we mostly forgive her and wash everything in hot, hot water)   I’m still really tired but can’t separate working mama fatigue from head-full-of-snot fatigue.  Dave is just trying to keep out of trouble when I keep reliving the post-mortem of my flu (why, exactly, did I drive to work with 103 fever?  And why did it never occur to me to stay in bed even though I had to nap to walk from the parking lot to my office?  What on earth does that say about me?  And shouldn’t we focus on that as a family discussion for hours on end????  My working premise is that it wasn’t a good thing to have done that but oddly, others in the household are not as singularly focused on this issue as I am) 

 

Oh, and final observation:  my antibiotics are $50 for two weeks worth of pills.  I’m going to have to spend $200 on antibiotics alone to make a dent in this sinus infection.  Thank you, State of North Carolina, for your prescription drug plan. 

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Cleverness in a Hurry

 

I have 5 minutes before I go pick up Conor from daycare, so I must be brilliantly speedy.  Or speedily brilliant.  Whatever.  It is likely I will fail.

 

We spent the weekend tearing down trees and painting bathrooms.  The bathroom still needs one more coat of paint and I am too damn tired after working all day to finish the job.  So, it may have to wait until this weekend or until Friday night.  The color is much, much better, and we’ll have the before and after show ready on flickr pronto.

 

TTC with a head full of snot

 

In much more exciting news, my wonderful OB has given me the go-ahead to start TTC this month, despite my ENT’s desire for me to wait.  I have worked through the ENT’s main concerns by rescheduling my C/T scan before ovulation.  And the antibiotics I’m on are just fine for pregnancy, so unless the ENT insists on surgery immediately, we’re a go-ahead for starting again this month. 

 

Ironically, I’m taking some cough syrup, Robitussin G, which will help both with fertility and my sinus infection.  Ain’t life grand?

 

Basa

 

More adorableness than you can stand:  Basa is how Conor says Simba.  Simba was the first cat whose name Conor could say and he called her Ba.  Now, he’s trying to add the “s” sound but is apparently confused on where it should go.  He’s put it at the end.  So her name is now Basa (at least to him).  At one point, while also trying to work in the “m” sound, he started calling her M’basa, which I thought was some sort of famous politician, but I clearly am not spelling it right. 

 

Late for picking up my son….late for everything.

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