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lazy weekend.
Apr. 15th, 2007 07:29 pmI was halfway through a boring post when I got fed up, sleepy and grumpy and went to bed last night. It wasn't a literary work of genius anyway, so I guess that's okay. I just hate seeing blank numbers in the calendar.
After our busy, busy day on Friday, we have had a pretty low-key weekend. We have gotten some things done, but nothing too intense. I am still sick. This sickness thing seems to be of a specific type--it comes on suddenly, you feel pretty crappy, and then you sort of get better (brain not too cloudy and muscles not too achey) and sort of linger in that coughing/congested/runny nose period. As far as I can tell, you stay there for the rest of your life. I guess it's just harder to accept than usual since I can't medicate myself like I normally would. Theoretically, I can take Sudafed but it scares me, and Benadryl knocks me out for eighteen hours. The good news is that so far, my rib is doing okay. If it breaks again at this stage, I think I might as well resign myself to a c-section and I don't wanna.
The nursery is coming along now--it's nearly ready! We are stuck on the dresser drawers. It's really funny and kind of messed up, how we operate. See, we made this vow that the nursery would be ready by the end of this weekend. To that end, M bought the equipment to fix the dresser drawers, all three of which had broken slidey bits. He put the first one on, and it didn't work with our dresser. While trying to decide what to do to make it work, he started talking about smelling cigarette smoke in the drawers. I hadn't smelled smoke when I cleaned them out a couple of weeks ago, so there is some chance that the smell is in the inside, non-drawer parts that got dislodged. However, I can't smell anything right now, so he just put everything aside and has been waiting on me to be able to smell again so I can decide what to do--continue fixing or buy a new dresser because of the smell. I was unaware of what the plan was there, so I finally asked him this morning, and then pointed out that even if we couldn't use the dresser, we could put the furniture in the right spot, and assemble the remaining pieces of the room, put away some of the laundry (which has all of our laundry baskets tied up and me therefore unable to do much laundry this week) and put away some of the gifts. He just sort of looked at me and then said, "Well, I guess we could." That's M-speak for "Damn, I hate it when you're right. Did you not hear my plan that involved not having to do any work at all right now? Was it not fine?" And I said, "Yeah, I think we should," which is K-speak for "Of course I'm right and did you know that we have LESS THAN SIX WEEKS LEFT TO GO? So let's get moving on this stupid room!" So, we did, and it is beginning to look very, very cute. We have the closet cleaned out fully and dedicated to Ducky stuff, and I have clothes on hangers and the pink-lined baskets on top of the desk and the changing mat on top of the dresser, and stuff put away in the desk.
It was very nice to have a three-day weekend with M. I have lots of three-day weekends but usually I spend the last day by myself... which is okay (better than the alternative) but I'm glad M gets a chance to relax with me today. We didn't get as much done as we'd like, or have as much fun as would warrant not getting enough done, but we did get to rest. As he pointed out, there aren't that many more weekends of completely free time left for us, so we might as well enjoy them while we can. I just wish I hadn't been sick. M, though, got so jealous of my cold that he's trying to steal it from me. How rude!
After our busy, busy day on Friday, we have had a pretty low-key weekend. We have gotten some things done, but nothing too intense. I am still sick. This sickness thing seems to be of a specific type--it comes on suddenly, you feel pretty crappy, and then you sort of get better (brain not too cloudy and muscles not too achey) and sort of linger in that coughing/congested/runny nose period. As far as I can tell, you stay there for the rest of your life. I guess it's just harder to accept than usual since I can't medicate myself like I normally would. Theoretically, I can take Sudafed but it scares me, and Benadryl knocks me out for eighteen hours. The good news is that so far, my rib is doing okay. If it breaks again at this stage, I think I might as well resign myself to a c-section and I don't wanna.
The nursery is coming along now--it's nearly ready! We are stuck on the dresser drawers. It's really funny and kind of messed up, how we operate. See, we made this vow that the nursery would be ready by the end of this weekend. To that end, M bought the equipment to fix the dresser drawers, all three of which had broken slidey bits. He put the first one on, and it didn't work with our dresser. While trying to decide what to do to make it work, he started talking about smelling cigarette smoke in the drawers. I hadn't smelled smoke when I cleaned them out a couple of weeks ago, so there is some chance that the smell is in the inside, non-drawer parts that got dislodged. However, I can't smell anything right now, so he just put everything aside and has been waiting on me to be able to smell again so I can decide what to do--continue fixing or buy a new dresser because of the smell. I was unaware of what the plan was there, so I finally asked him this morning, and then pointed out that even if we couldn't use the dresser, we could put the furniture in the right spot, and assemble the remaining pieces of the room, put away some of the laundry (which has all of our laundry baskets tied up and me therefore unable to do much laundry this week) and put away some of the gifts. He just sort of looked at me and then said, "Well, I guess we could." That's M-speak for "Damn, I hate it when you're right. Did you not hear my plan that involved not having to do any work at all right now? Was it not fine?" And I said, "Yeah, I think we should," which is K-speak for "Of course I'm right and did you know that we have LESS THAN SIX WEEKS LEFT TO GO? So let's get moving on this stupid room!" So, we did, and it is beginning to look very, very cute. We have the closet cleaned out fully and dedicated to Ducky stuff, and I have clothes on hangers and the pink-lined baskets on top of the desk and the changing mat on top of the dresser, and stuff put away in the desk.
It was very nice to have a three-day weekend with M. I have lots of three-day weekends but usually I spend the last day by myself... which is okay (better than the alternative) but I'm glad M gets a chance to relax with me today. We didn't get as much done as we'd like, or have as much fun as would warrant not getting enough done, but we did get to rest. As he pointed out, there aren't that many more weekends of completely free time left for us, so we might as well enjoy them while we can. I just wish I hadn't been sick. M, though, got so jealous of my cold that he's trying to steal it from me. How rude!
