The boys are better, but now I have a cold. You know the kind that makes every bone in your face hurt? Yeah, I have one of those. On top of feeling like my head is stuck in the middle of a fog bank I’ve been busy going to Christmas concerts, decorating for a Christmas party at school, finding an appropriate teacher gift . . . all these things that I never had to do or was able to do as a homeschooling mom. When I’m sick they feel more like “have tos,” but most of the school holiday stuff has been fun.
But it’s hard to write when I can hardly think. I’m not only sick, but sleep deprived. I thought Camille outgrew her need for meds, but she was ok for only a week or two before she started screaming at night and at naps again. If you want to know how she’s been acting, just read my blog from this time last year. Deja Vu. I started her on meds again 2 days ago (I think — remember, I’m in a fog) and I’m hoping by the time my parents come visit (2 weeks!) that she’ll be back to her happy sleeping self. Otherwise I may hand her over to them at the airport and then run off into the desert.
But then she does stuff like this and I almost forget that sleep is vital to my survival:
I don’t know why, but she loves to dance on the coffee table. I promise I didn’t teach her that and I’ve already started telling her that this is not a future career option. But for now, when she hears music she runs straight to the table to strut her stuff. Hysterical. Also, probably somewhat dangerous, but that’s what happens by the time 3 and 4 come along. I need to save my parenting energy for the really dangerous stuff like cleaning chemicals and busy streets.
For those of you confused by the music: It’s a parody of Lady Gaga’s Poker Face, not the real thing.