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Today's list of doom:

Make oatmeal raisin cookies to tempt my sickly Jack-jack's finicky morning appetite. (They're basically small round lumps of oatmeal with raisins... ::cough:: )

Laundry. (Possibly with Fraggle accompaniment on youtube. I realize Boober had a most unFragglish dislike of song and dance, but his passion for laundry may have overridden that...)

Judge Mathis. I've had my fill of Backyardigans for the nonce, and the boys have lovely new toys to entertain themselves with.

Figuring out where I want to hang the lovely art print Tom got me for Christmas. :D

Possible trip to the library to pick up my holds and pay my overdue fines from last summer, weather and Zodlings permitting. The latter issue may be assisted by Tom's work schedule; they're on half days for the rest of the week, and therefore I may be able to leave them with him. Depends on how sick he still is.

Cross stitch. SO close to being done with the panda project... It would be nice to start the new year with it completed.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Next week. ::sideways look::

I have a good excuse for procrastinating, though.

Two, in fact.

First, due in part to office politics, Tom's section at work have been switched to providing 24 hour coverage of their desks, in 12 hour shifts. Tonight, for example, Tom's working 8 pm to 8 am tomorrow. He's had a couple days to adjust his sleep schedule, but in conjunction with reason two, it's played merry hell with mine.

Secondly, Mark once again has NOT responded well to daylight savings time. Bad enough when he wakes up shortly before 5 am, under the impression it's actually 6 am. This morning, he woke up between 3 and 3:30 am, and had to be repeatedly chased back to bed. Fortunately for me, Tom was still up, as part of his sleep schedule tweaking. But I couldn't get back to sleep, because every time Mark got sent back to bed, he screamed at the top of his lungs in rage and indignation. x_x

So no cross stitch today. Or baking. And I lack the active neurons to comment on my recent adventures in going dairy-free.

But we're working with his ABA therapist on the sleep problems. And he went to sleep within minutes of going to bed tonight. So I'm hoping I'll have more energy to do things, and blog about them, instead of venting about annoyances that pale in comparison to what the people in Sandy's path have to put up with.

In the meantime - laundry folding, then sleeeeeeep. Precious, precious sleeeeeep.
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After snubbing half his lunch, and tentatively rubbing a non-allergenic oatmeal-raisin cookie across his lips before gently laying it on the carpet, he fell asleep for a bit on the couch.

An hour later, he woke up, screamed, ran to the bathroom, and screamed again while throwing up.

I am REALLY glad he's evolved to the point where he goes to the bathroom first. Now I can just lock the bathroom down behind us while I take him upstairs for a quick bath and clean clothes. I used to have to lock Jack in his own room while cleaning Mark and whatever got soiled.

Right now he's asleep again, tucked in bed. Jack's snoring on the couch. I have emergency laundry in progress.

Dinner was going to be meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but I doubt that'd be good for Mark's stomach even if he has any appetite tonight. Poor kiddo.

Instead, I'm going with leftover chicken, and fresh-made eggless fried rice. He won't eat the rice, but if he has any appetite, the chicken will be easier on his stomach.

I got a fair bit accomplished while the boys were watching cartoons, before it warmed up enough to send them out to play.

Tested out the oatmeal-raisin cookie recipe (Jack and I like them, and I'm not declaring them a failure with Mark until he snubs them when healthy). Made a grocery list for payday. Made a list of chores best accomplished with Zodlings at school, for this coming week, and included sewing and cross stitch project time. Made a list of dinner ideas going through Sunday - Tom won't be getting sent TDY for the Frankenstorm, because of rank issues, but he'll get the fun job of holding down the fort with two Canadians and Joyce, our civilian friend who's too close to her due date to travel anywhere. Cleaned up the kitchen island, too.

I *was* going to do some cross stitch while both boys took a nap, but now I think I'll watch something pleasantly mindless on Netflix and take a quasi-nap while waiting on the laundry. Just in case Mark wakes up nauseated again. Poor poor kiddo. :(
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The boys got up and ate their breakfasts reasonably well. My stomach didn't cause me much trouble. We got out the door on time for Mark's scheduled parent-teacher conference, which went well. Then we made brief stops at JCP, to pay my bill, and Whole Foods, to get some dairy-free substitutes for a couple of my fave snacks.

Then we got home, and I started feeling wobbly while making the boys' lunch. I decided to postpone my own lunch, and laid on the couch a while, rousing briefly every so often to put on a fresh Netflix episode of Backyardigans or sip some water.

Just as I was nibbling on my own lunch, Mark, who'd been drowsing on the couch, suddenly let out a small shriek of pain. He bolted upright, ran into the bathroom, and screamed even louder. I checked on him. He'd thrown up massively. :( Gave him an emergency bath and clean clothes, and he went into his room of his own volition to lay back down again.

Cleaned up the bathroom, and am now trying to resume lunch, lest I get another hunger headache.

Not going to make vegan oatmeal-raisin cookies after all. Not feeling up to it, after that cleanup job. ::wrinkles nose:: Maybe tomorrow, if whatever poor Mark has passes quickly.

But dinner shouldn't be a problem. Keeping it simpler than last night's dinner, just grilled porkchops, bread, and some sort of veggie.

Last night's dinner turned out pretty damn good, even if, as expected, the Zodling Duo snubbed half of it. I adapted a fried rice recipe I found online to be Mark-safe (basically, just leave off the scrambled egg step), and it was great. :D :D :D I ate half, and Tom polished off the second half when he come home. All the boys ate was their baked chicken. More for us. :D

Right now, in addition to being just below freezing, we've got snow flurries. Denver is getting a heavier hit than that, judging by Facebook friends. Driving to Jack's PTC tomorrow may be tricky. ::crosses fingers::
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Jack's home from preschool. Got the cookies done and in a container just in time before his bus. ^_^ "V!"

Ate all his triscuits, but snubbed his chicken, hopefully that'll change soon. I had leftover steak and taters from our anniversary dinner. Damn, my man can cook!

Spending the afternoon at home with him, watching dvds and playing quietly, as I am still really tired and his therapist called in sick.

Also, in a moment of weakness, made a pinterest board. Because I totally have time/energy for more social media time wasters. ::amused face-palm::
sethrak: Ninth Doctor as a sheep, with banana (NineSheep)
Mark and Jack both took short naps yesterday afternoon, which led to neither of them going to sleep much before midnight.

Which led to me staying up late to chase Mark back to bed, and indirectly led to me getting VERY little sleep, as Tom's got an exercise all week and probably next, and needs must awaken at four am for the duration.

Drink your favorite form of caffeine for me, folks.


Saturday was our eighth anniversary. :D Tom made steaks for me and him, chicken breasts for the ever-finicky boys, bacon-wrapped scallops, and roasted red potatoes. :D It came out exquisite.

Not that you could prove it by the boys. Their potatoes? Untouched. The scallops? We sensibly gave them one each. Mark peeled the bacon off his, but shunned the scallop. Jack poked his dubiously with a single finger, and a look on his face that said "I cannot be tricked. This may SMELL like bacon, but as it is not flat, it clearly cannot in fact BE bacon".

But they ate the chicken, and were mostly good all weekend. So we're calling it a win.

Tom bought me a lovely silver and black enamel bracelet, at my request. I didn't get him anything as he is notoriously difficult to shop for and did not give me any suggestions. I'll probably get him a zombie book or something when he has time and energy to read after the exercise.


I took a short walk after getting the boys off to school; stomach's not entirely impressed with me today, but it's doing better than last week. I am shunning dairy, caffeine, and most non-caffeinated sodas until Tom's exercise is over; I really cannot afford a bad bout of IBS or whatever my stupid gastro. tricks really are. :/

Also doing the domestic goddess/stereotypical AF spouse thing, by making cookies for Tom's co-workers to enjoy during the exercise. We owe them big time for the time off Tom was able to take this summer, and this is the only way I really have to repay them.

I just have to avoid nibbling leftover dough, as most of my recipes contain dairy. Woe.

Today shouldn't test that resolve too much, as I am making butterscotch oatmeal cookies, and LOATHE butterscotch deeply.
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Sunday night, Mark did not fall asleep until midnight. x_x

Monday morning, Tom needed to get up at 4:30 to go jogging - physical fitness test is today. x_x

Monday afternoon, Mark kept trying to fall asleep before dinner, and during dinner, and after dinner. We managed to keep him awake until his actual bedtime, as past experience has shown if allowed to go to sleep that early he'll wake up fresh and bouncy when we're trying to sleep.

He did not wake up fresh and bouncy while we were sleeping.

Instead he woke up screaming, feverish, and covered in vomit at midnight. x_x

Woke up several more times before dawn; threw up shortly after we got some children's advil down his throat around 6 am. :(

He spent most of Tuesday listless and drowsy on the couch; threw up a couple times at wide intervals; had no real appetite. :( Went to bed the usual time; protested more advil but drank it; and fell promptly asleep.

Jack, on the other hand, spent most of Tuesday afternoon bright-eyed, bouncy, and loud - until around four pm. Then he became mildly feverish, and around 4:30 he fell asleep on the couch. Would not rouse for dinner time, didn't notice when we carried him to bed, and while he sorta noticed having a fresh diaper applied, as soon as he felt his fuzzy blanket against his skin, he borrowed in and zonked out again. Did not wake until 6 this morning.

Today, Mark is mildly feverish and whiny/clingy as hell, but his appetite's back, and he's moving around mostly normally. Jack is ever so slightly feverish, but his appetite's raring to go, and so he is. Loud, bouncy, and very very goofy.

I kept them both home from school today, but they are driving me bananas. I guess we'll see if a small amount of Dr. Pepper has enough caffeine to aggravate my IBS...

I'm spending the day, when not wrangling zodlings, reading Gertie's sewing book, and plotting future projects.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Handled ABA without looking like a zombie. (It helped that Sarah was also not at her best; went to stand up at a wedding in Aspen this weekend, tried to come home via 24; didn't find out about the road blockade due to massive sinkhole until she was right on top of it. All the alternate routes at that point are more akin to goat tracks, tend to lack guard rails, and have spots that are only one car wide.)

Got started on cleanup of Mark's mattress. (He has a recent aversion to the fitted sheet being on the mattress, and indeed to having the mattress on the bedframe at all. This is why we get Resolve in large quantities at Costco.)

Ran the dishwasher. Sorted laundry. Started running laundry. The dirty clothes mountain isn't dire yet, but if I don't keep on top of it when and as spoons allow? We get a re-enactment of that episode of B:TAS/My Fair Lady, wherein Mr. J is befuddled as to the lack both of socks and of Harley/that asshole language prof. demands to know where the devil Eliza put his slippers. Tom is good at many many domestic tasks. Laundry is not among them.

My stomach's actually feeling the best it has in several weeks. Unsure as to whether this is in spite of or because of my not ingesting anything but water until 12:30, and then only eating a small amount of plain cheerios with rice milk. :/

Returning library books, discoursing on the ones I managed to read before they came due, and handling EFMP and ECHO paperwork can wait til tomorrow.

For now, laundry. And small goofy boy shaped creatures. And lots of sprawling on the couch.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Current website of inspiration, courtesy of karenhealey on Livejournal:

Current choice of housecleaning theme music:

I cast gentle scorn in the general direction of the youTube commenters who primarily associate this song with How I Met Your Mother rather than Benny And Joon.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Fell off the caffeine wagon; got a lot done, as a result. :D

Baked approx. 40 chocolate chunk cookies, decidedly NOT safe for Mark's allergies, for the benefit of Tom's coworkers, who are working Operation Obstreperous Ocelot or somesuch, some of whom are stuck working night shift.

Performed allergen-bearing crumb abatement; made beds; hauled down dirty laundry; worked through enough shreddable paperwork to fill the shredder's bin to overflowing once, but not enough to make an appreciable dent in the two boxes of shreddables. (We procrastinate a lot around here, particularly chores that make noises that freak Mark out.)

Waited outside for the Zodlings' school buses to arrive.

Got a call from Mark's teacher, informing me his bus (apparently a different driver) had LEFT WITHOUT HIM. >:( Supposedly said driver had a field trip of kids to collect. Why this should result in my kid getting skipped instead of transferred to one of the many other buses from McAuliffe to base housing, I don't know. Teacher called the bus company dispatch before she'd called me, to inquire about other options, and was told they had no other drivers to send for him, so she'd have to call me.

I explained I'd have to get Jack off HIS bus before I could come fetch Mark, and as Jack's bus was already well on its way by now, I couldn't exactly ask Jack's teacher to hang on to him so I could drive to both schools and retrieve both boys.

::temple rub::

Jack's bus driver, upon arrival, informed me she'd just heard the story over the radio, and couldn't imagine why nobody at dispatch had called HER. She drives right past Mark's school on the way to base housing, and her full slate of kids only half-fills her bus. She suggested next time we ask dispatch to send her.School year's almost over, and Mark will be fulltime next year, whereas Jack will not, but it was a nice gesture. Jack's afternoon driver and assistant rock. I will miss them. :(

Jack, in the first 20 seconds of collecting Mark from his classroom, managed to get into a pot of fingerpaint and required washing by one of the aides who'd stayed behind when Mark's teacher had to get her own child from daycare.

Have I previously mentioned Mr. Jack-jack has gotten so strong and adept at overturning his twin mattress, not to mention so fond of then crawling under the flipped mattress (partially lifted off the ground by mounds of his toys, thus forming a cramped cave) and going to sleep, we had to secure the mattress to the bed slats with parachute cord?

::amused temple-rub::

Brought the boys home; played with them and sorted laundry until Tom came home.

Went on a walk to the air museum with my cross stitch project and a water bottle, and worked on that until I got cold and my elbows cramped. :D

Poor Tom was looking distinctly greenish when I got back. :( He'd developed moderate stomach pain and nausea after I left, but stubbornly refused to call me and request I return early. Instead of tuna salad for us and leftover porkchops for the boys, he'd just warmed up the boys' dinners and fed them while I was out, and requested we scrounge for our own dinners. I suggested he break into the emergency stash of ginger ale and go lay down a bit.

Mark fell asleep on the couch shortly after Tom went upstairs. Tom was unsurprised when he came back down; apparently he'd been woken up around 3 am by Mark-noises.

Tucked Jack in; had Tom help me lug Mark up to bed (child is entirely too mooselike); worked on more laundry and watched DWTS for a bit.

Right now I'm reading up on my homestate's primary elections and waiting on a last load of laundry. And, inspired by Maurice Sendak's death, looking up his works and some other unrelated works I remember from childhood. The movie version of Really Rosie resonates almost as much in my backbrain as Free To Be You and Me.

Tomorrow will feature even more stereotypical civilian-housespousery. Jack's class is having a Mother's Day thing Thursday afternoon. I got volunteered to bring snack for it when I attended his parent-teacher conference. Mark's class is NOT doing anything for Mother's Day aside from making crafts to take home, and on that particular day is going to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. The only free tickets are for the kids in his class; the timeslot conflicts with being able to get Jack to school; and attempting to prevent Mark from unauthorized entry to the giraffe feeding area is just as problematic as it was when Jack's class recently did the same trip. :p

So. I need a snack that will feed sixteen kids, three staff members,an undetermined number of parents, myself, and my allergic little moose.

This means breaking out Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World, and spending the bulk of tomorrow afternoon baking.

I wonder if there's any images out there of Belldandy in a giant poofy chef's hat, suitable for iconage... (Deadpool in said hat, while amusing, doesn't convey quite the tone I desire. ^_- )


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