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. . .