In Which I Swill Antibotics Straight From The Bottle
Gabe has an ear infection, and that is putting it mildly. I think Gabe has the powers of all that is evil residing behind his ear drum, because what else could keep him awake and screaming at all hours of the day and night? Tylenol is not helping. Also, I have a sinus infection. It hurts and it is disgusting. We are both on liquid amoxicillin.
Gabe gets a carefully measured syringe of precisley 5 milligrams two times a day. After all that measuring, and being too tired to wash dishes or find the little cup the pharmacist gave me, I just take a two tablespoon sized swig from the bottle three times a day (I hope it was three) and call it good. I don’t measure when I bake and the cookies turn out. I don’t measure when I cut paper to scrapbook and the layouts turn out, too, so I’m assuming that I can cure myself with my innate measuring skillz. My tongue totally knows the feel of 2 tablespoons (or was it teaspoons. . .I forget).
For the past five nights, I have averaged five hours of sleep per night. Can you tell?
I am one of those wusses who really needs her beauty sleep in order to look pretty and put together coherent sentences. When I’m tired I lose my nouns. Everything becomes, “Would you hand me that. . .oh. . .you know. . .it’s red. . .and we squeeze it on those. . .long meat things. . .KETCHUP!” Or the always popular, “Are we out of. . .” (Age about five hundred years here while you wait for me) “milk?” And my personal favorite, “Jonas, Gabe, Maggie! Whoever you are! Go put that plate in the washing machine! I mean dryer! I mean The Thing That Washes Dishes! AARGH!” It isn’t pretty. It irritates Chris and the kids laugh at me.
All this sleep deprivation and general ickiness has me several steps behind this week. I have a major creative assignment due from the one Design Team I kept. And I can’t even think creatively right now. The house is rapidly going to seed (yes, company will be here in about 36 hours), and I’m willing to bet that tonight’s sleep is going to be a joke as well.
So, yeah. That’s what’s up. How about you leave a. . .oh crud. . .you know. . .you when you say something to me. ..in writing. . .on a blog. . .
Sigh.
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< ![CDATA[Here's a ... what do you call it...when I put my arms around you...and squeeze until you feel better...but I'm actually not there...?
Oh, yeah! A virtual hug! ;) Get well, kiddo! ]]>
((hugs))!!!! You need ‘em!
< ![CDATA[Weren't you all sick last month? You poor things. Feel better soon.
(I can't use nouns properly even when I'm healthy; I'm always losing words in my head.)]]>
I’m still 23 by the way.
I found your blog last month and have been in and out keeping up with it. I just want to say Thanks. It’s awesome and I hope you feel better soon. And one more thing…do you think when children were created that they were bathed in “cuteness” to hide the evil tendencies?? Just a thought.
Just found your blog and I love it. Read through some of the archives and I was cracking up! Hope you feel better soon.
< ![CDATA[oh Leah, I'm so sorry you and cute little Gabe are sick... I feel like I haven't post in a looong time...my computer time has been reduce to nothing due to my migraines:(
Hope you find your mjo/reativity soon, I always love looking at your talented work!
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< ![CDATA[As a fellow graduate from the School of Eyeballing, all I have to say is....measuring schmeasuring!
Hope y'all feel better (and more lucid) soon!]]>
I know exactly how you feel as I have been dealing with two back to back ear infections with Cali since the beginning of Nov. Oh and the sleep….we so desperately need it and can’t function or parent very well (in my case) with very little. I hope both of you get feeling better soon!
That’s so funny! I do the exact same thing when I’m sleep deprived. “Can you get me that…thing…yah, that thing over there…you know?” as I look blankly at my husband and he looks blankly back. You know what you’re talking about you just can’t seem to label it appropriately. Very frustrating! I completely understand. Having a sick child (or children) when you are sick yourself is the pits. God strengthen and bless you! And help you both to recover quickly!!
< ![CDATA[Wow! I'm so glad that I'm not the only who forgets nouns and confuses the washer with dishwasher!
Why do husband's not understand?
Thanks for the laughs and wishing you and Gabe a speedy recovery!]]>
Ohhh too funny. And icky. And miserable. I totally feel your pain.
Hope ya’ll are feeling better soon! I talk the same way when I’m tired or stressed out, it drives my husband crazy!
Poor, sweet Leah. You have had quite a time of things lately. I hope you are both feeling better but I had to chuckle a little at your frustration because even when you’re tired and not feeling well you are still pretty darn witty!