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This week took a turn for the busy around Wednesday. My mom came down to spend the night on Wednesday. She arrived in time for us to go have lunch at the world's worst Pizza Hut. I only mention where we went because it is so, so bad there, and yet I continue to imagine that it might have improved and we go back. It's not the food, really, though it's not as good as my hometown Pizza Hut. It's the service, and usually at least one other thing per visit. This time it was the overpowering taste of chemical bug spray in the garlic bread. Or, well, I guess it wasn't really bug spray but that's what Mom and I decided it tasted like. Also, it was so hot in there that I had to ask the dead-inside personalityless waitress if the air conditioning was broken. We went shopping, and I achieved a major shopping goal--I outlasted my mom. My mama can shop your mama into the ground. Of course, she had been out all day long with my aunt the previous day, and then Pizza Hut's heat sapped some of our energy, and I haven't been shopping much lately, and then I handed her a thirteen pound baby to lug around for the last twenty minutes, but still! She begged off before I did! To be honest, I was pretty tired and ready to go home, too, but I wasn't about to say so.
Anyway, our date that night was lovely, but it now occurs to me that I already mentioned that part. Thursday morning, we were up early so M could go have a bit of oral surgery.. all four of his wisdom teeth had to go. Not only did they rip the teeth from his head and keep them, they charged us a thousand dollars for the pleasure. I think we got a bum deal. Also, these folks basically make that amount of money per hour. I am SO in the wrong field. M was totally doped up, and provided us with several entertaining stories. His favorite of these (after the drugs wore off) was how he told me in the car on the way home that he ought to go into work then, and say [something--he was really hard to understand right then] and then flip them off and fall over. He demonstrated this by flipping off an oncoming vehicle, and the toppling over in the seat to land on my shoulder. My favorite was asking him if he wanted me to try to scare him to make his hiccups go away--I could tell him that I was pregnant. He looked concerned for a minute and said, "I have hiccups?" Then--hic!, and he said, "Oh." He waited suspiciously for another minute until he hiccuped again, and then said, "Oh.", as if he was thinking yes, I didn't believe you, and I still wasn't sure just because I found myself hiccuping, but in fact, you were right, I do have hiccups. I think maybe you would have had to be there. I deposited my (big) baby into bed and went to pick up his prescriptions. It was so, so good that my mom was still here. It would have been so much harder to get all that done with Evelyn in tow.
Because she's nice and because there was a storm, my mom ended up spending the night again. She was thinking that with M semi out of commission, I might need help with the baby sometime during the night. Somehow, Evelyn decided to actually behave last night, though, and went to bed at around eleven and stayed asleep until 7:30. Meanwhile, M was up at six feeling pretty good. He was still a bit wobbly today when he over-exerted himself, but he's really doing as good as we could have hoped for. He only took one pain pill yesterday.
It's ten o'clock. In about an hour, I intend to drag my invalid husband and my teeny tiny baby out in search of an item of great importance to the geek world. You know of what I speak. We're heading out a bit early because.. well, why not do the grocery shopping while we're there? That particular plan might go a little better if we'd get around to making a grocery list, but I figure it'll work itself out. For one thing, M is pretty much limited to soup and pudding right now. ;) Somehow, that doesn't make it easier to do a meal plan at all. :) I am feeling a bit guilty, though, since M should probably not be doing a midnight shopping run while recovering from surgery, and Evelyn actually went to bed at eight tonight and is still asleep two hours later, so I can't believe I am thinking of waking her up when we have just been wishing she would get back on a slightly earlier schedule--she's been pushing two a.m. lately. Ahh well. Harry Potter will only end once, right? Or, hey, wouldn't that be a surprise ending? "And then, because the Author is enjoying all this lovely money that she is rolling in, and Harry will continue to have many more superfluous adventures and settle down with Ginny to live happily ever after in nauseating detail for six more books, enjoy!" Or.. not. But it would certainly be a surprise!
I shouldn't have this much sugar, really.
Anyway, our date that night was lovely, but it now occurs to me that I already mentioned that part. Thursday morning, we were up early so M could go have a bit of oral surgery.. all four of his wisdom teeth had to go. Not only did they rip the teeth from his head and keep them, they charged us a thousand dollars for the pleasure. I think we got a bum deal. Also, these folks basically make that amount of money per hour. I am SO in the wrong field. M was totally doped up, and provided us with several entertaining stories. His favorite of these (after the drugs wore off) was how he told me in the car on the way home that he ought to go into work then, and say [something--he was really hard to understand right then] and then flip them off and fall over. He demonstrated this by flipping off an oncoming vehicle, and the toppling over in the seat to land on my shoulder. My favorite was asking him if he wanted me to try to scare him to make his hiccups go away--I could tell him that I was pregnant. He looked concerned for a minute and said, "I have hiccups?" Then--hic!, and he said, "Oh." He waited suspiciously for another minute until he hiccuped again, and then said, "Oh.", as if he was thinking yes, I didn't believe you, and I still wasn't sure just because I found myself hiccuping, but in fact, you were right, I do have hiccups. I think maybe you would have had to be there. I deposited my (big) baby into bed and went to pick up his prescriptions. It was so, so good that my mom was still here. It would have been so much harder to get all that done with Evelyn in tow.
Because she's nice and because there was a storm, my mom ended up spending the night again. She was thinking that with M semi out of commission, I might need help with the baby sometime during the night. Somehow, Evelyn decided to actually behave last night, though, and went to bed at around eleven and stayed asleep until 7:30. Meanwhile, M was up at six feeling pretty good. He was still a bit wobbly today when he over-exerted himself, but he's really doing as good as we could have hoped for. He only took one pain pill yesterday.
It's ten o'clock. In about an hour, I intend to drag my invalid husband and my teeny tiny baby out in search of an item of great importance to the geek world. You know of what I speak. We're heading out a bit early because.. well, why not do the grocery shopping while we're there? That particular plan might go a little better if we'd get around to making a grocery list, but I figure it'll work itself out. For one thing, M is pretty much limited to soup and pudding right now. ;) Somehow, that doesn't make it easier to do a meal plan at all. :) I am feeling a bit guilty, though, since M should probably not be doing a midnight shopping run while recovering from surgery, and Evelyn actually went to bed at eight tonight and is still asleep two hours later, so I can't believe I am thinking of waking her up when we have just been wishing she would get back on a slightly earlier schedule--she's been pushing two a.m. lately. Ahh well. Harry Potter will only end once, right? Or, hey, wouldn't that be a surprise ending? "And then, because the Author is enjoying all this lovely money that she is rolling in, and Harry will continue to have many more superfluous adventures and settle down with Ginny to live happily ever after in nauseating detail for six more books, enjoy!" Or.. not. But it would certainly be a surprise!
I shouldn't have this much sugar, really.
