This NaBloPoMo thing is quite the challenge - yikes - in my trial run I already missed a day. Too busy gathering material; forgot to actually POST! Thank goodness we're not in November yet.
The last couple of days have been fairly uneventful, likely because of the weird weather coupled with the fact that I'm fighting the cold that vector L brought home and spread to his little sister. Who is happily going through every box of tissue in the house with gusto - each sniffle needs a new tissue from a different room, don't ya know?
I'm still trying to get into the new rhythm of preschool mornings, without much help from the little girl. I thought about keeping her home yesterday because her nose was a little runny, but she was in great spirits, running around, no fever and I want to stick to the routine. Lately the dropoffs have been very difficult.
When I brought her in yesterday, (granted she wasn't feeling totally herself and her favourite teacher Cheryl wasn't in yet) she just clung onto the back of my jeans and wouldn't accept anything I gave her to play. Do you want to see the dolls and their cute outfits? Look at the cute purses (a great collection for a nursery); look at the cash register! Yes, everything points back to shopping October. But no, nothing would get her to let go of me.
At my wits end, I got down on my knee, turned to face her and said "Mommy has to go and get you some medicine, and then I'll come back and pick you up, all right?"
And with that, she stepped back from me and turned toward her teacher, "OK."
I know her parents work in the pharma industry, but that was ridiculous. Whatever works though. This advisory about pediatric over-the-counter medicines notwithstanding, even the mere mention of having them around the house will at least provide some Giselle mood control. And you know what, we dose the stuff accordingly, and few times that we do end up using the drops, they actually do work, at least in my kids.
It's actually pretty ironic, both Ian and I don't like to take much for whenever we're sick either, and we keep a bare minimum in our apothecary. Which now resides in the nook above the wine/mail slots in our kitchen. Hey, that's good, alcohol and drugs all in one spot. At least it's not within reaching distance of the kids. But I digress.
So this post is all over the place. Let's end it with the following:
Can you tell kids live here?
Latest addition to our music library.
Nothing like sharing evidence of your mid-life crisis to the kid who works at the local neighbourhood music store.
Over and out.