1 and a half more days!

12-21-11


I have been in web land all morning. I found some super interesting photo collections that had lots of post mortem and other Victorian images which were all very intriguing. I was lost in them and didn’t realize how much time I had spent until I noticed that people were coming in the office.

I then spent a great deal of time on the Amazon site, looking through all of the free Kindle books. Can we tell I am clearly wasting time until I can go home tomorrow?

I will be here late tomorrow, only because the holiday luncheon is from noon to 2, which means I might as well stay on the clock and get OT for a party!

I am feeling better. My cold is going away, and my spunk is returning. I am sleepy, thanks to the wonders of NyQuil. I am looking forward to another drug induced coma this evening.

I took the boys to Anderson Park with Kam and the twins yesterday afternoon. It was a fun outing, one where Kam got to experience the rough housing of boys. It is like watching a nature program. Girls, see, they tend to greet each other in a much more docile fashion. But when boys start to play, it is like watching lions sparring. They hit, the push, the kick, and all of it is in good fun. It is hard to take when your instinct is to kill anything fucking with your cub, but I have now been around it long enough to know how to only intervene when there is a real issue. I was helping Kam in her boy training. As she points out, Dylan has been around girls most of his young life, so this play ritual is not something she is as accustomed to. Mine were more than happy to ease Dylan into the process, making sure to allow him ample time to be the dominant one and had lots of play falls and humor. It was good for everyone.

Poor Dax was pissy when we left, but honestly, I am getting pretty used to these bouts of anger, and Bobby and I calmly walked to the car with Dax being towed behind me, kicking and screaming. It is times like those in which I truly appreciate how grown up Bobby is becoming. This kid just seems to understand some of these moments. Dax has recently been doubting himself, and Bobby has taken it upon himself, with no coaxing on our part, to show Dax how many things that he can do that Bobby, who is older, cannot. It is super impressive and selfless, and I am so proud of my baby.

Ken and the boys have embarked on Make Mom Happy. They have spent the last few days working on making the house less of a disaster and truly are trying to make the holiday less stressful on me. Their project today is operation playroom, to which I know if I don’t hear from them by around noon, I may need to call in a search party since I have seen the jungle they are tackling.

I did not do exercise yesterday, but today my plan is a light walk. I have also resumed my arm circles. I figure now that my stomach isn’t as mad at me, walking for a couple miles won’t kill me.

Not to sound ungrateful, but what diabetic brings another diabetic a giant tube of chocolate for Christmas? In all fairness, I know I can eat one every now and again, but it is still humorous.

Stephanie loaned me a book, Living Buddha, Living Christ. It is sitting here in front of me, tempting me to read it. I really should never bring books to work. All I want to do is read and do nothing else. Grrr!!