I’m waiting for the DHL guy to come and take my comp away for it’s latest rehab issue. My computer is hooked on the junk. It’s the only explanation I have other than Vista + Sony = craptastic mess of un-uninstallable shit with a blue screen chaser. I’m thisclose to turning Mac.
This might be my last post for “Up to 30 days, Ma’am.”
I thought Max had the swine flu yesterday. It started the day before. He’s been really, really cranky which is really not like my little angel at all. Seriously, I have a pretty easy-going kid so the cranky issue followed by the not sleeping issue plus a little bit of a fever and a little cough, multiplied by the 16 articles I’ve read on the swine flu led to my correct diagnosis of the swine flu.
It was the drool that filled me in. That and the constant biting of everything he can get his mouth on.
Yep, teeth. The kid is teething. It only took me about four hours to get over my H1N1 scare and then another four hours of trying to help the little guy with ice chewies, frozen peas and oragel (which he hated with a capital H) before I remembered “Hey, I can give him Tylenol.”
I am a genius.
Tylenol and co-sleeping equals 12 hours of escape for Max and his ravaged little mouth.
Right now he’s eating my book and other than writing this, I’m watching Elmo and the Alphabet Jungle.
J is for Jerboa. Did you know that?
Now then, the Kablooey room is almost done. Had the plumber, who looked a lot like Vin Diesel AND bossed me around a bit, finish his part this morning. Nothing like a guy with big tools to boss me around. Me-ow.
The dry wall guy is here now fixing the large hole the plumber made. Tomorrow I hope to have it painted and then the work tops mounted and it’ll be done and all chemicals can be stored above five feet. Everyone under five feet will be safe. Over five feet and you’re on your own.
Now, for your viewing pleasure, here is Max.