As you all know, Seth left early Sunday morning for Anaheim. It sounds like he had a good time, learned a lot, and saw some old (and new) friends. I'm glad he had a good time, but boy am I glad that he's home now. (I haven't seen him yet, but I do know he's home at last)
Julian asked me every morning "Where's Abba?" And I would say, "He's in California, sweetie." And he would always respond, "Oooooohhhhh! Like Lightning McQueen?!?" "Yes, sweetie, like Lightning McQueen." That's all Julian really said on the topic of Seth's absence, but it was definitely affecting him. He adores Seth and he definitely got kvetchy within a few days of Seth leaving. We usually called Seth at bedtime, but by the end of the week, Julian didn't want to talk to Abba in the evening. I think he had figured out that talking to Abba meant that it was bedtime and he must have thought if he said "No Sanks" (no thanks) when offered the phone that it would mean he didn't have to go to bed. Indeed, last night I didn't have the energy to argue with him and he didn't go to bed until after 9:30. And, of course, he was still up at 6 on the dot this morning.
Julian's had a pretty persistent cough for a couple of weeks, which is pretty normal for him this time of year. He gets a lot of mucus and it drips down his throat and he coughs a lot. Unfortunately, it also makes him throw up a lot because the kid has a ridiculously overactive gag reflex. Wednesday night, he seemed fine and then all of a sudden, coughed three times and then projectile vomited all over the couch. And then he threw up all over my mother. And when he'd stopped throwing up, I picked him up and took him to the bathroom to take of his PJs and he threw up on the floor. And then I taught him about throwing up in the toilet. I'm guessing that lesson won't stick for a while. And so, Julian had two baths that night. But not before he threw up all over ME.
Now, Julian has always been a kid who is really prone to throwing up. It's just that I thought that some day he would get over it. Clearly I was wrong. What's that, you say? I should give him a decongestant or cough suppressant or something and he'll stop throwing up? Yeah, that's what I think too. If I could just get him to TAKE medicine. It does not matter HOW you disguise medicine, he can always taste it. And if he figures out there's medicine in whatever you gave him (and he always figures it out), he will literally FORCE himself to throw up. I am not kidding. We've even tried the Triaminic Meltaway strips. I've tasted them, they taste like cherry candy. They really don't taste like medicine. But if you put one on his tongue, he immediately starts gagging himself and he throws up. Suffice it to say, it's simply not worth it to give him medicine, because it doesn't help the throwing up and all it does is piss him off and frustrate Eema.
Since I didn't have enough fun and excitement what with my husband being out of town, having deadlines at work, a child who threw up Every. Single. Day. and all the normal life stuff... we had contractors in the basement all week replacing the ceiling, hanging some doors, putting baseboards and molding in the two main rooms down there, and installing new light fixtures. This meant that the cats couldn't go downstairs (there were nails and power tools and all sorts of NOT GOOD things for kitties down there). It also meant that I couldn't sleep down there, which confused Julian every morning when he went looking for me. And it meant that Julian couldn't go down there, which REALLY bothered him. Not quite as bothered as the cats were, but close. And there was dust everywhere. Every. Where. Drywalling a ceiling is messy, did you know that? Sheesh.
But I was pleasantly surprised to come home last night and discover that the work is complete. We have a lovely new ceiling, some fine new doors, a radiator re-installed in our bedroom, some lovely light fixtures, and some lovely baseboards and molding. And all the drop cloths, plastic sheeting, chunks of drywall, sawdust, nails and power tools are gone. And it looks great. Truly. So at least I got to sleep in my own bed last night.
I had a migraine for almost the entire week. This is unusual for me. Generally my migraines last 8-10 hours. This one lasted about four days. And it was coupled, again, with the teeth clenching thing and ohmygodthatreallyhurts! Every day, I'd have a little while where it felt like it was going away, and then BOOM it would knock me over again. I so do not love this. I tried to pay careful attention to whether the teeth clenching or the migraine pain came first, but it was definitely that I would get the migraine and a while later I'd be clenching my teeth so hard that I had shooting pains through my face, jaw, and down my neck. So as much as I'd like to think that the teeth clenching is caushing the headaches, I'm fairly certain it's the other way around. And I do NOT LIKE IT.
I had an appointment with Yet Another Doctor (YAD) at my fertility clinic last night. Because, you know, I didn't have enough things to keep me occupied without also throwing in a doctor's appointment. Sheri and Shmuel were kind enough to pick up Julian in the afternoon, so that I could make it to the appointment. I'm sure most of you don't want to know the details of this sort of appointment, so I'll post it in a filter later. I don't, honestly, remember who all is on my fertility shmertility filter (I haven't used it in a while because I really don't feel the need to be TOO in-the-closet about this stuff), but if you think you're not on it and you'd like to be, let me know. Of course, if you DON'T want to be on it, be sure to tell me and I won't be the least bit offended.
Since I didn't think that single-parenting, working full time, managing contractors in my house, fending off migraines, and having a doctor's appointment were enough to keep me busy, I thought it would be a good idea to invite company for Shabbos. Because I'm INSANE. Well, it's not very many people, but still. Oh, and someone in our community (J) lost his mother this week, and he's sitting shiva, and I was asked if I could cook half of Shabbos Dinner for them. Nine people. No problem. Because, you know, I'm a Domestic Goddess. Ahem. Or Super-Woman. Take your pick. MY POINT, if I had one, which I don't, is that I had to cook last night. A lot. So I didn't sleep much. So while I feel badly that Seth was traveling all night and didn't get much sleep, I don't feel TOO badly.
Anyway, for J's family, Rachel made chicken and got challah. I made butternut squash kugel, Rice Pilaf, Gefilte Fish, and got salad makings and dessert. I hope that's enough food. Does that sound like enough food? It doesn't sound like enough food to me. Crud. I'm really worried that there isn't enough food. Are you SURE I have enough food? Seth swore to me that it was enough food and told me to go to bed when I talked to him at 1:30 am (he was changing planes in Vegas). And at 1:30 in the morning, that sounded completely sensible. But now it doesn't seem like enough food. It's nine people! UGH!
As for us... we're having:
- Gefilte Fish
- Green Salad (nothing fancy, I'm too tired)
- London Broil
- Butternut Squash Kugel
- Rice Pilaf
- Green Beans
- Tomato Salad
- I might roast some potatoes when I get home. It depends. I'm really worried there's not enough food. Daniel is coming and he can eat a whole chicken himself!
- Dessert (Stevie is bringing dessert)
And that's about all that's going on here. I don't live an exciting life by any stretch of the imagination, but I do seem to keep myself busy.
Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go collapse, but I can't. I have a deadline.