Wednesday, March 21, 2007

In sickness and in hell


Sarah came over Thursday to see Britt, for the first time since October.

I didn't get any fresh gossip from her because I don't care enough to ask any more, plus I wasn't feeling very talkative since I wasn't the least bit happy to see her. She still showed me the tracks on her arms, though, just like she has every time I've seen her in the past year.

Gah! Why does she do that? How stupid does she have to be to keep waving her fucked-upedness all up in my face?

Anyway, before she left she asked if she could come back over to see Britt the next day. She said she wanted to be consistent.

(She hadn't made any attempt to see Britt since October. Not even a peep at Christmas.)

So Mikey and I looked at each other and said, "Uhhhhhh, we'll have to discuss that and get back with you."

After we went to bed that night, the Barf-O-Rama began.

Oh, God. The Barf-O-Rama.

We were sound asleep when Britt puked all over our bed. Alllll over. It landed on the sheets, the pillows, the headboard, the bed frame and the floor beneath the headboard. Mikey took care of wiping down Britt and comforting her while I stripped the bed and found the huge wet spot on the mattress. I gagged when I saw the mess on the bed frame and on the carpet beneath the headboard, so I switched off with Mikey and took Britt to get fresh jammies on while he finished cleaning up.

Then, we adjourned to the living room. Mikey stretched out on the couch with Britt beside him, while I was scrunched into the loveseat. We were just drifting off when Britt sat up and spewed again. This time the sheet in her lap caught it and it didn't get on the couch, but I said to Mikey, "It's ridiculous trying to sleep out here. Let's go get in the bed in Britt's room."

And so we went and crammed into the little double-sized bed in Britt's room, and I was dimly realizing that the reason I couldn't roll over was because Mikey's arm and Britt's leg were both jammed down the front of my shirt when Britt puked again!

Aaaaauuuugh! How could there possibly be anything left in her? By this time it was about 4:00 am and we were exhausted and frustrated and worried, plus we were quickly running out of clean sheets and towels and mattresses that didn't have big stinky wet spots on them.

So Mikey and Britt settled down in the living room again, and I passed out across the foot of the double bed after I stripped it. Britt barfed again and some of it got on the couch, but Mikey just cleaned up the mess and put a towel over the wet spot and went back to sleep. And that's how we spent the rest of the night.

And then the Shit-A-Thon began.

(To be continued)

Monday, March 12, 2007

Songbird


Britt loves to sing. She tries to follow along with songs she hears, but she'll also make up her own.

When she makes up her own songs, sometimes the lyrics are unintelligible, but other times they are quite clear. Like the song she sang when I was lying beside her, trying to get her to sleep:
Happy happy game
Happy happy game
Happy happy game
Pie
Cake
!
She sang the last two words with such awed reverence that I almost fell off the bed laughing.

In other news, Jenny is pregnant with her fourth child. Taryn just turned one last month, and Piper was two in December.

Wow.

Monday, March 05, 2007

"You cannot be fucking serious"


is what I said.

We have tickets for the Eric Clapton concert tonight. It starts less than three hours from now.

Bridget gave Mikey the tickets for Christmas, and it made him cry because it was the first time either of my kids had ever put real thought into what kind of gift he might really like to get.

So we've had over two months to prepare for this night. Bridgie's coming over to babysit Britt. I just took a shower and was fixin' to get ready. And then Mikey called...

You see, there's a trade show in town right now. Our store has a booth there. Actually, we have a booth that covers six booth spaces. And Mikey and his sister are manning it while his brother and mother hold down the store.

So Mikey called and said that he doesn't think we can go to the concert. He's unloading a truck, which will take at least two more hours, and then he has to return the truck, and then he'll be filthy and will need a shower and there just isn't time to do all that before the concert starts.

This is where I said, "You cannot be fucking serious." Among other things.

He asked if I thought Bridgie and her boyfriend would like to use the tickets. I said, "Yeah, that would be like us going to a Hoobastank concert." Just not our cup of tea.

Anyway, I told him that if we aren't going, he's gonna have to be the one to tell Bridgie, because she's going to be very disappointed. Possibly crushed. So I gave him her number. And that's the last I've heard.

I'm so pissed. It's not that I really wanted to go that bad; it's seeing such a special gift go to waste that makes me so mad. Any other time, it would've been no problem. Tonight, of all nights, it's suddenly a problem.

I am just not believing this.

Friday, March 02, 2007

Stuck


I haven't posted a thing for almost two weeks. Not that nothing bloggable has happened; it's because I'm so bummed about not being able to post any pictures that I'm just stuck. Writer's block, I guess. Or blogger's block. Whatever.

I'm not depressed or anything. Just pissed.

I think the relative geezerliness of my six-year-old computer is the reason I can no longer install any software successfully. I think I'm getting a new one for my birthday, which is just over a month away. In fact, I'm pretty sure of it, because Mikey will not be allowed to be happy until I'm happy.

I think I might get a Mac this time. Or something. I need to go see what's out there and talk to some people about what's what. But I already know that I never want a computer with any Windows products installed on it ever again. Never ever again.

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In other news, I tried to wax my eyebrows for the second time ever, and botched it horribly. I still have eyebrows, but also a laceration where my thumbnail grabbed and ripped the skin instead of the wax.

And I wasn't even drunk this time, like I was the first time when I did it perfectly.

Go figure.