Sunday *updated

Among the three of us, we have: jet lag, 2 stomach bugs, a correlating pile of vomit-covered laundry (sorry), A BROKEN TOILET, a snowed-in car, and a missing magnet to open our child-proof cabinets.

Team Round is Funny is OUT.

*** ETA: Toilet fixed, magnet found (in the shredder), car dug out, laundry done, jet lag mostly resolved. Kid still vomitocious, wife still just a little pathetic, daycare closed. It’s definitely progress, but only for a Monday.

I am a jackass

Walked right into some big metal thing sticking out of a brick wall while wearing my (formerly) favorite jeans.

My leg faired only slightly better.

Thank you, thank you very much

Dear City of Boston:

A small request: do you think when you reconfigure the roads 4 billion times a week for seventeen years that you could put up enough signs so that someone who has only been living here for TEN YEARS can find their way to the airport?

Thanks for your consideration,

RiF

Question of the day

How come chewing tobacco, singly packaged tylenol tabs, and razor blades are in every store in the airport, but baby formula doesn’t make the list of things a person might want to buy when trapped in an airport for hours?

(Note to self: it’s impossible to be TOO compulsive when deciding how much formula to pack for a flight).

Oh, romance

A romantic Valentine’s Day chez Round is Funny:

5 am: Baby is awake. Baby is starving. Everyone has to know until it gets fixed. Cuddly, but very loud.

6:30 am: The phone rings. NSG is calling home to report that she has risked her neck to get to her childcare job despite the icy roads. I cancel my 10 am meeting and decide not to risk mine and Roo’s necks to do the usual 8 am baby-swap at NSG’s job.

6:30-10 am: Roo and I hang out. Lovely. Overdue.

10:00: NSG comes home. We have 15 minutes and open Valentine’s cards together. I bolt for work (2 1/2 hours late).

2:59:  My supervisor comes in to tell me they are closing the office early because things are icing up.

3:00: I realize I have a proposal due… tomorrow.

4:15: Finally leaving work, papers in hand so I can get it done tonight - freakin’ Valentine’s Day and I’m bringing work home.

5:30: As I’m pulling up in front of the house, my phone rings. NSG, with Roo in tow, has a flat. Tow truck will be 2 hours because of the weather emergency.

5:45: She gets impatient, puts the damn donut on herself and cancels the tow order. She drives about 10 feet and realizes the donut is flat. Calls again. I head out the door to get them in an abandoned parking lot. We leave the car directly under a sign that says “no overnight parking. Violators will be towed.”

7:00: We call roadside assistance again and are told that they can’t tow the car unless we are there. Baby needs to go to bed, roads are icy, and the wait on the tow truck is now closer to 3 hours.

7:00-7:30: Make about 47 calls to sisters, co-workers, supervisors, and the police in an effort to make sure everyone has wheels to get them to their job in the morning, the baby won’t have to watch himself, and that car will not be towed from the parking lot. The police say they have no control over who gets towed on private property. In the process of making calls, score free babysitter for Sunday night date.

7:30-9:00: Gulp down dinner (was going to be good but given the events of the evening came from a package), put baby to bed, sit together and focus on each other for a whole 10 minutes. NSG off to bed in preparation for 5:30 am wake-up.

9:00-9:45: Finish proposal, cap off romantic evening by blogging about it. Feel grateful that I was never too hung up on Valentine’s Day to begin with.

Scrambled

I have many things to write about - the temporary chaos that is my job, our meeting today with a sleep consultant (hallelujah!), the almost-tooth that is wreaking havoc with Roo’s days, and other things bouncing around in my head. In the meantime, all I can manage to produce as far as original content is: I am a tired girl. (See: sleep consultant).

If you’re looking for something much more exciting, please head over to A Life in Two Keys to congratulate Clementine and her partner Petunia on their adoption of the beautiful and long-awaited Ms. Hester Willa.

Congratulations, Mamas!

Is this thing on?

It’s National De-Lurking Week!

You don’t have to do it. Being shy is okay. I’m not the boss of you.

But if you’re not shy, just quiet (at least on this little corner of the web), now would be a fantastic time to let me know who you are.

Anyone? Bueller?

Panicking/reveling

I am all alone.

This morning NSG took the kid a few hundred miles south for a few days to visit some friends. It’s the first time I’ve been away from Roo for more than a work-day. He was cuteness personified this morning: giggling hysterically when I pretended to eat his feet, clutching at my face and trying to put my nose in his mouth, kicking his legs like mad as I stripped him for his bath. It was really, really hard to leave.

I panicked when I left this morning, and it seems reasonable that I’ll have a repeat performance tonight when I go home to an empty house. 

On the other hand, I’m going to sleep through the night for TWO WHOLE NIGHTS (my second and third since July). And at home I have pulled together the critical supplies: a bottle of wine, wicked spicy food that NSG can’t tolerate, a brand new paperback book, a DVD I haven’t watched yet, and knitting needles, very soft merino wool, and a pattern for something I can’t mention here (yet).

Wish me luck!

Grinch

If one more person - especially one more person who should know I do not celebrate Christmas - asks me if I’m excited about baby’s first Christmas, my head may explode.

Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I feel free to go off and enjoy my Jewish Christmas (movies and Chinese food, what else?) and to wish you a happy whatever-you-celebrate or just a happy (and hopefully) long weekend.

Now, off to the fray that is downtown to observe all the wild-eyed, frantic 11th-hour shoppers in their protective helmets and elbow pads.

Yeah!

Hrumph

We have been trying to buy sheets for Roo on ebay. Today, for the THIRD time in two days, we lost the auction by $2.50. I can see how people get sucked into paying exhorbitant amounts for things on ebay because of the thrill of the chase.

****

The body shop has had my car for almost two weeks. Last week they told me it would be ready the beginning of this week; today when I called they said Friday. WTF?

So I yelled. I told them I lived 25 miles away (the place is by my office), that we have two jobs and two people and that generally people who own cars actually need them. I needed it no later Wednesday, I told them.

The guy passed the buck to the appraiser, who he said had come back today for a supplement since he missed some things the first time. Fine. But why didn’t they call the appraiser after he was there - LAST MONDAY - and why did they tell me last Thursday that it would be all set at the beginning of this week if they knew the appraiser had missed some things?

Tomorrow my co-worker has agreed to play rent-a-husband and call them. It freakin’ kills me to do that but I need my  car and I’m sick of them fucking around.

****

Someone in my family is driving me up the while. I am walking on eggshells ALL. THE. TIME. I don’t know yet if I can write about it but for now I will say grrr, aaargh, and foot-stomp.

****

Bitch session over. Despite this, it wasn’t such a bad Monday. How was your Monday?