now fortified with impotent fury!risperdal

What have I done? I have signed up for Hollidailies, which is- I hope- precisely the swift kick in the ass I need. Kinda like Yakitori.

…above my barely functional body, just a-waitin to pounce.

You wanna know what’s fun? Fun is attempting to deal with a 2.5 year old when you have no voice. I well and truly went from ‘functional yet soft rasp’ when I woke up yesterday to ‘what is this thing you call a voice?’ by the time I dropped Sean off at daycare. Thank god the Lad got home about 3.2 nanoseconds after we did yesterday evening, and could step in and handle all Verbal Issues Mit Child (like, no, stop that, I said no, sit down, jesus H christ get away from there!)

Alas, not so this morning. Sean slept past when Daddy Had To Go To Work (also known as, This Morning Daddy Had To Go To The Dentist Before Work). For about the first hour he was awake, Sean asked about every 30 seconds, “Awwight mommy?” because I wasn’t speaking. Then he clued in that the balance of power had shifted, and I was powerless to tell him ‘no’ to anything. At this point, all hell broke loose- things were unplugged, markers were uncapped and left lying around, the refigerator was opened 11 bajillion times before I got over there and got the lock on it, he pulled out our surface to air rocket launcher…All in all, I’m surprised he didn’t club me upside the head with his heavy wooden blocks and then scavenge on my corpse.

Tomorrow, I fully anticipate him holding me at sippycup point until I give him all the bleu cheese in the fridge.

It’s the odds and ends entry.

I thought I was super behind on my mom’s sweater, until I looked at the pattern at midnight last night and realized I have about 5 rows to go before I start armhole shaping. The front is much more complex than the back (duh), so this is good.

Duh, currant cookies. Thank you, Lad, for piteously reminding me.

Sean has had a massive haircut. Not 30 minutes after said haircut, he was called a girl three times. Apparently, it’s insufficient here in blandland to demarcate him as ‘male’. We went to Whole Paycheck to begin the stock up on holiday baking supplies (next on list; better cheddar, when on plaza with LPG). Which you’d think would be the zone of PCness and not presuming re: gender, but oh well.

Also in Seanland, he was on oral steroids over the weekend, the result of a nighttime recurrent of mid October’s festival of barking and wheezing and coughing and crying last Thursday/Friday. He’s on the nebulizer twice a day for the next three months, dual therapies, plus the levabuterol solo as needed. Zyrtec since the belief is this is at least partially allergy related. It’s becoming clear this is a ’stay ahead of it’ issue and not a ‘treat as needed’ issue. Pain in the ass though it may be, staying ahead of it will mean not having issues at 1 am and not having weekends of crack-addled-monkeyness cause he’s on steroids. (Breakfast so far today: bowl of cheezits, two yogurt smoothies, a waffle, and a slab of cranberry orange almond bread). The pediatrician is in mad mad love with him, and put her arm around me and told me what a great kid he is, and what a stupendous job we’re doing, and joked this is a sign from god we should have another. Lord God in Heaven NO! Things not to say to a woman about to be faced with an independence-obsessed boundary testing toddler on steroids. I’m hoping things even out now that he’s off the high dose oral steroids, and the breathing streatments do not make for the 24/7 crazies the steroids did. Hoping. If you have a child on pulmacort and levabuterol combined treatments, please don’t burst my little bubble of childish hope. Just sit there and cackle at your screen, rocking back and forth.

LPG and I went shopping. She scored very well, me? I dropped a size in pants and fit- and looked good in- a far more shaped sweater than I normally wear. Boo-fuckin-yah! She and I will be doing girls’ weekend on the plaza either next weekend or thereafter. Mmmmmmmm. Which means I should make my shopping list, ungh.

I got a metric shitton of cookbooks out of the library, to take a look at them and see fi I really really really wanted them on my Amazon wishlist. Answers so far: Bouchon by Thomas Keller and Feast with Nigella Lawson are both big fuck yesses, and make me want to live in my kitchen and cook cook cook all winter long.

Perhaps this is why this weekend I made a bittersweet chocolate custard and raspberry trifle, a batch of homemade applesauce, a meatloaf, pancakes twice, and a double batch of cranberry orange almond bread.

The halloween candy munching wench said, to figure out what the fuck kind of cookies I’m making for Christmas this year. Click below for more sugary musings.

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