I’m on Day 3 of the headache from hell, so excuse the absence and any imminent incoherence. I also had to clear my cache/cookies/whatever the other day and it took me forever to find the password to my own blog. :doh:
It was a hell of a weekend. Friday the husband and I put up a fence on the south side of the house—sunburn, slight dehydration, admiring the forsythia in bloom and realizing it’s time to drag the lawnmower out. Then I needed something on the north side of the house and had to climb through a snowbank to get it. Gotta love New England in April.
My upstairs bathroom now consists of a massive, ancient, cast-iron clawfoot tub in what looks like an old barn now that the walls and ceilings are stripped. Anybody who’s ever dealt with that crumbly gray insulation stuff people used a gazillion years ago know what hell I’ve been living in. And it occured to me while tub shopping that I will never again take the greatest bubble bath ever. New tubs are like 1/6th the depth of my monster tub. Unfortunately the finish was scrubbed off that monster tub decades ago and it has to go.
The short kid… :gaah:
Last night he sat on the toilet to brush his teeth…without checking to see if the lid, or at least the seat, was down. By the time his brother grabbed him and hauled him out, his clothes had absorbed all the toilet water.
(Reference tub situation above. :doh: )
Then, at 2:30 this morning, he does his Child of the Corn thing, wanting me to get up so I could tuck him back in after he went potty. Unfortunately we had to go down to the half-bath and he tripped and fell in the kitchen. Nothing like a screaming kid holding his entire face in the wee hours of the morning. He hit his cheek so it looks like somebody punched him, no damage to nose or mouth, but it scared the crap out of me.
I tried sneaking mental health breaks in Romanceland, but didn’t find much besides negativity and/or flaming bitchiness. Thank goodness for LOLcats. Here’s the high point of my weekend:
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Â :lmao:Â Â That cracks me up.