January 4, 2013 by Marj Hatzell
Holy Cow, what a two weeks we’ve had
Which do you want to hear about first? When we drove all over the ghetto in the city looking for a Home Improvement Warehouse two blocks from certain death and shooting to find icicle lights on DECEMBER 29 and then got home and found out THEY WERE THE WRONG ONES and had to go back and return them and get the right ones?`Did I mention ghetto? Fun times, there. Or the other day when I spent 7 hours in the ER with the Bugaboo because he had an eye infection (from plucking out his eyelashes, and possibly from splashing in public toilets) because he bit me and gouged a chunk of skin from my face when we tried to give him eyedrops and threw up the oral antibiotics, so went to the ER fast track to see if they’d just give him a damned intramuscular shot and they didn’t fast track us and instead talked about admitting him for IV antibiotics and they finally relented and gave him the shots?
I swear, I can’t make this stuff up. We’re never bored.
Maybe that’s why when things are going really well and nothing big or bad is happening I have writer’s block MAJOR and can’t come up with something to save my life.
I’m not a good writer, I just play one on tv. Heh.
Anywho, we made it to 2013 with some friends and family around us. Bugaboo opened his gifts on Christmas for the first time ever (!) and even seemed to enjoy his birthday. We went with a local autism group to The Big Mouse Company on Ice and he loved it. Fortunately, the group hosting us rented a club box which meant all the kids and adults with autism could wander, mill about, jump up and down and had plenty of space to be themselves. The best way to see ANYTHING, in my opinion. And FREE! FOOD! AND DRINKS! Winning, all around.
I’m not sure if Bugaboo even knows it, but his tenth birthday was last week. Ten. Years. Old. TEN. I have two kids in double digits. And I’m happy and sad about that. Happy because my boys are growing and thriving and, well, HAPPY. Sad because they are so big and the baby-making days are long behind me. Yes, I’m insane. Taking care of my infant nephew is making me realize two things. Firstly, I miss having newborns around and it’s awesome to see babies who do things at actual developmental stages (instead of kids who followed their own curve, made it up as they went along, skipped entire stages and plowed through five months of development in a week). Thing the second, I realized I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY. EVER EVER EVER EVER. I’m forty, yo. I get tired muuuuuuch faster and my energy gets zapped after nine hours with a new born. And thirdly? (I lied, there are three) it sure is nice to cuddle a baby all I want all day and then hand him back over and go to sleep. MWAHAHAHA!!!
You know, because I’m sleeping TONS with the Bugaboo around.
So. 2013. Let’s see. I don’t make resolutions but I do try to find things I want to improve. Like taking care of myself. One thing I really, really must do a better job with? Taking care of myself. I actually need to do something to improve my well-being, and I don’t just mean a colonoscopy (though I have to schedule it in February for my yearly one, since I have that pesky precancerous polyp thing going on). I need to get more exercise, find better ways to relax and enjoy my life when I can, eat better and be happier. I’m a pretty happy person, I get exercise where I can and I eat fairly well but lately I just don’t feel like ME. I’ve gained some weight (thanks, hormones) and I have zero energy (thanks, hormones). Needless to say, the monthly physical and resulting bloodwork is scheduled. Now, I know it’s winter and that usually means S.A.D. But I still think I could have a TEENSY BIT MORE energy, considering Bugaboo is actually sleeping right now, I’m taking a multivitamin and a fiber supplement and I’m actually NOT anemic (for a change).
So. 2013. The Year of DG. Coincidentally, 2012 was going to be The Year of DG but life kinda got in the way and stuff. But this year? This year awesome things will happen. I feel it in my bones.
Or that could be the hormones again. One of the two.