Stream of Consciousness
I was just about to head outside to water the flowers, but jumped back in surprise at a sudden staccato POP POP POP sound. Apparently our weirdo neighbor decided to use up the rest of her fireworks from the 4th. Not exactly what I was expecting at 7:16 on this Wednesday night. I tend to prefer my fireworks at night, when you can, you know, SEE them, but who am I to judge?
I’ve been meaning to write for a few days now. Sometimes it’s easy to fall into a funk. I know that it’s a good exercise to write something, anything, so here I am. Joe has been working days and nights (usually he’s been rolling in around (9:30-10ish) so the whole dinner/bath/bed routine has been so fun by myself that I haven’t much left in me for blogging at the end of the day. Plus, I’ve had my hands (mind?) full trying to not worry about Sophie and that whole weight loss thing she’s been into lately.
Oh, and for those of you wondering: her ultrasound came out clear, but the bloodwork indicated that she’s been exposed to the mono virus. Which is weird, because none of us have had it. She has to have blood drawn again tomorrow (the WORST) so hopefully we will find out soon if that is back to normal. There hasn’t been significant weight gain yet, but I’m also hoping that we find out different tomorrow. Luckily, I won’t have to punctuate every question I have for the doctor with a hissed warning to Grace to stop touching the trashcan, spinning the chair, climbing on things, or asking for stickers as usual because my sister will be watching her instead. Here’s to silver linings.
… it’s a little over an hour later. I’m picking this back up, having finally watered the plants (the neighbors moved on to using the sprinkler – I’m hoping they weren’t using it to put out any fires inadvertently set – and gotten toys picked up and kids in bed, if not sleeping. Well, one of them is, and it’s because she is a dream and I know that the second she starts teething it will all be over but I’m cherishing every single nap and bedtime that Sophie has, because she’s so good. Now I’m just wishing I’d remembered to snag a bottle of vino while at the grocery store today as I kick back and turn on Netflix.