A Few Things

Yesterday I saw a man walk down the alley and throw away a squirrel. I did not investigate whether it was alive.

Jack is very chatty at 6am. I am not.

Hurricanes are frightening. I could never live in a coastal area because of them.

There are a lot of spiders and spider webs all around our house. BIG spiders. And I don't like spiders, big or small.

Caper always knows when we are about to walk in front of the door where a pit bull lives. He growls and becomes uncontrollable.  It makes me want to not take him on walks. But then I feel too guilty. Guess I will have to find a new route.

Jack just woke up.

Ugh

I don't appreciate waking up to a tow truck blowing its siren over and over as it goes up and down our street. I believe it was an effort to warn people that their cars are about to get towed. I say it's their own darn fault if they are still parked there. Tow them already and let me and my baby sleep!

Daily List

Here are the things I like to get done every day. If I'm successful, then it's been a good day.

1. Shower. I can't really wake up until I've had my shower. If this means a little crying from Jack while he waits for me, so be it.

2. Make the bed. It makes the room look so much better even if there is crap everywhere else.

3. Eat breakfast and lunch. I am hungrier now than I ever was during my pregnancy.

4. Take Jack and Caper on a walk. This way I feel like I am getting a teeny tiny amount of exercise at least. And I feel just a little bit less guilty about Caper and the lack of lovin' that he is getting these days.

Really that's about it. I don't ask for much. If Jack takes a nap or two that is even better. And if Drew is home before 6pm, my day is close to perfect.

Torture

So I never get headaches. It's never been something that I have been afflicted with. Growing up I saw my dad and best friend get frequent migraines and could easily tell how much they sucked. I felt fortunate that I never had to experience that kind of intense pain.

Fast forward to last week. It was a rough week. Jack was fussy for a good portion of the week and on Wednesday I got a headache. It wasn't so bad. Annoying but not much else. It lasted into Thursday a bit and then went away for a while. Friday was a really bad day for Jack and also for me. And the headache came back. Saturday went ok. I was distracted with errands and Drew being home so the day went all right, although my head did hurt all day. Sunday it got bad though. I would be fine, hanging around with my boys, when all of a sudden I would get intense, throbbing pain on the right side of my head - from my temple, down into my jaw and my teeth too. I couldn't handle holding Jack or doing anything really other than being curled up in a ball. This made me remember labor again. So I'm popping pain pills every four hours at this point with no really relief. I go to sleep and Jack gives me the gift of seven straight hours of sleep. I wake up thinking I am better. My head still hurts a bit, but I get up and showered and get Jack ready for the day and think the worst is past. Not so. Another spasm of pain hits (they last for about 15 minutes or so) and I completely fall apart. I'm screaming, Jack is crying, Caper is confused. It's bad. Drew comes home in the middle of the day and takes care of all of us.

Today the pain was here. Not so bad. More teeth and jaw pain than headache. My mom insists I go so someone. The doctor my OB refers me to says I can get in on August 4th. How is that helpful? So I go see my trusty dentist with the thought that there may be a small chance something is wrong with my teeth.

Turns out I should have seen him earlier. I'm scheduled for a root canal on next Tuesday. Joy.

Changes and Odd Lady

So a lot has happened since that raccoon attack. If you've checked out the other blog, you may have noticed Jack, the new focus in our lives. He is lovely and cute and an amazing pooper. He is currently asleep on my lap. I would really like to get up and fold some laundry, eat or even just straighten up a little, but no doubt that would wake him and we take our sleep when we can get it. He is actually a decent sleeper, it's just that Drew has been out of town the last few days, so it has been me and me alone. It hasn't been horrible, but I will be happy to have someone else be able to hold him when I need to go pee.

We celebrated his one month birthday on Monday by going to Sweet Occasions with some friends. I was holding Jack and just standing around waiting for people to get in line when this random lady approaches me. First thing I notice is that she is wearing an odd white trench coat and that she has chocolate on her chin. So she comes up to me and Jack and asks about him (how old, boy or girl, etc). She then launches into how natural I look holding him and how wonderful I am as a mom. I do not know this lady but appreciate her complimenting me and I thank her and figure that's that. I really want to step away from her because I feel very rude and I can't take my eyes off her chocolate chin. But then she starts inquiring about whether I am going to stay at home with him and how great that is and how I really need to stay hydrated and drink my fluids... Crazy lady, I do not need to discuss my liquid consumption with you. Get away.

Fast forward 15 minutes later when seven of us (plus Jack) are sitting around eating our various desserts. She comes back over to me and leans down as though to whisper in my ear and inquires as to whether she buy me a coffee or anything. "You need to keep your energy up," she says. "You need to get the frak away me", I think.

She leaves but then stops by several other random tables inquiring about who knows what.

It was a weird encounter and I hope to never see her again. I'm a bit of a regular at Sweet O. Let's hope she is not.

Also, would you have told a stranger about the food they had on their face? I couldn't decide at first. But then after she was annoying me, I took pleasure in the fact that she would wonder when she saw herself int he mirror just how long that chocolate smear had been there.