wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout: !!!)
We are all still trying to get over our jetlag. Truth be told, without the kiddos, J and I would be just fine by now.  Sprout is never ready for bed at "bedtime," and three weeks romping around the countryside have made her even more of a caged tiger in our apartment. Even though Junebug is getting better about falling asleep at his regular time, he doesn't stay asleep. New favorite:  Playing from 1 a.m. to 4a.m.  It is jetlag, yes, but it is also teething.  He is going to get four teeth in the space of one month. Three are already in and the other top one is just beneath the skin.

And all of this adds up to a very tired me.  Sorry I'm not back yet, not in the sense that I'm able to keep up with anything.  Hopefully by week's end.  Hopefully. For now, color me brain-dead.

In the good news department, the weather here is lovely, not getting hotter than 32C/89.6F.
wayfaringwordhack: (art: monk)
Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery. -William Golding, novelist, playwright, poet, Nobelist (1911-1993)

The above is a quote that I received in my inbox.  Very apt as I'm working on my painting and am a bit terrified of moving on (read: messing up). I thought I had a better paint selection on hand than what I actually have, so now the question is: Continue with the discovery or put progress on hold until I buy more paint.  My creative impulse is telling me to 'Get out and make your own discoveries!*' but my mind is screaming, "Don't you dare ruin it!"

In any case, I have the underpainting done in raw umber and burnt sienna:

underpainting


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*Paraphrasing Dr. Scott, who, at the end of each episode of the cartoon "Dinosaur Train," encourages kids to:  "Get outside, get into nature and make your own discoveries!"
wayfaringwordhack: (art journal)
I've finally gotten around to working on that oil painting idea I have.

This week's art effort )
wayfaringwordhack: (wayfaring wordhack)
Junebug is 3 months and two days old.  On June 3, he rolled over on his tummy all by himself.  He also rolled off his Montessori bed. Good thing it is very low and there is a nice, thick rug to cushion him.

Today, J and Sprout brought home croissants and pains au chocolat from the bakery, and we picnicked at a freshly renovated garden spot* just down the street. After breakfast, I traversed the slackline for the first time. I started trying about a month ago and did all right my first session. My second time, I almost made it across. However, the third time I hurt myself (I think I broke a toe), and that made me leery and unable to train for awhile. Here's hoping I can keep practicing so I can surprise my BIL when we return to France in 2 weeks; he is the one who turned J on to slacklining in the first place. He has no idea that I've started doing it, but he has always maintained that he thinks I'll be good at it since I have a good sense of balance.

And speaking of balance, Sprout has a cool word. I don't think she realizes her "mistake," but it makes perfect sense when one thinks about it. Instead of saying "equilibrist" or "escalade," she combines them into "escalibrist," which is what she is. (She says it in French and English but always with a French accent.)

S on the slackline
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* The "garden" is actually a small triangle of land formed by the intersections of three roads. It was an abandoned, overgrown, litter-filled lot when we moved here, but the inhabitants of the apartment building that fronts it grew tired of the unruly mess. Knowing the government or "city" wasn't going to get around to doing anything with it, they cleared, cleaned, replanted, and keep it watered with money from their own pockets. They are generous enough not to complain when our little family debarks for slacklining and running around in the grass.
wayfaringwordhack: (N'gouja)
...that I was back to my absenteeism at the end of last week, not commenting on entries or posting a snippet. One reason was that we were having Internet difficulties and didn't get them straightened up until Monday.  The other was that we went out of town for the weekend. If there is anything that I need to be in the know about, please leave me a comment because I don't think I'll make it back through my flist.

I don't have any "late" snippets to post, my previous week being devoid of any creativity besides cooking and packing.

But I will share a bit about our trip.

Pics and things this way )
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* I wish they would have played something by Xavier Rudd (link to YouTube video). Every time I listen to Rudd, I am transported to an intimate beach concert, sun setting, fire crackling, cool sand under my feet, waves lapping. And if I'm listening to an album and not just a single song, that beach concert continues, dark deepening while stars whirl overhead and I, by turns, dance or sit clasping my knees to my chest, watching the waves.

** Only J and I got burned; we had enough sense to protect the kids.
wayfaringwordhack: (art: energized)
I haven't been around much, as you know, Bobs; so I've been remiss about posting snippets from my creative life.  And I actually have found time to be creative, snatching moments here and there and losing sleep along the way.  I've been working, off and on, on a sketch inspired* by this:


sboutline

Any guesses as to what it is? (I'll post a pic of my sketch another time. If I take time to do it now, I'll never post. :P)

Then I made a trial-run top and skirt for Sprout's Easter dress. Necessary since I wasn't using a pattern:

IMG_5097IMG_5100

You'll have to follow the White Rabbit White-Hatted Girl to see more of the Easter dress...

IMG_5305

...which will be in a forthcoming entry.

What have you been creating of late?

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*Inspiration struck on Feb. 26, 2013. *sigh* Still waiting to get to some ideas I was on fire for in Albania, circa Dec. 2011.
wayfaringwordhack: (web)
Junebug is a little over three weeks old now, and we are slowly but surely working our way into a new rhythm that accommodates the newest* arrival into our family.  The beginning was a little bit rough because he had jaundice, which made him lethargic. He slept too much, didn't eat enough, which made him want to sleep more, and so on and so forth. And I did not know!  I was sure he was sleeping too much, but for once I didn't give in to my paranoia and turn to the Internet to try to find out why.  So, I wasn't aware of the downward spiral he was on until we took him for his 8-day check-up.  Thankfully, waking him to breast feed at regular intervals and giving him daily stints in the sunshine helped get him back on track. It was rough going for a while because we had to set alarms throughout the night to wake him and make him eat.**  He is waking on his own now, and that is a lot more restful for this momma's mind and body.

To make things more interesting, J got the flu and was out of commission for a little while. On the upside, Sprout only had a brief "ill spell" with a couple of days of fever, and I got a minor achy throat, followed by a cough and phlegmy chest. Nothing too bad. Junebug, however, seemed to get the worst of it in that he is pretty stopped up and it has lasted more than a week.  The poor guy really doesn't appreciate having his sinuses rinsed, but that is the only thing to do at this point, says his pediatrician.

Sprout loves her baby brother and has a plethora of nicknames for him that she came up with herself, among them Juney, June Buggy, Juicy, JB... It isn't all roses and pet names, though.  Her shapeshifting (now more identity shifting) includes being Junebug, an obvious desire for more attention.

And because I did say this was a hodgepodge post, please read this entry by [livejournal.com profile] asakiyume and sign the mentioned petition if you feel so inclined.

Speaking of news and true reporting, this weekend promises to be exciting in terms of protests.  Expats are being advised to limit their movements and stay at home if possible so as not to be caught in riots, etc.  Looks like the upcoming elections are going to bring a return of "excitement" to our lives. ::sigh::
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* newest and last, I want to write, but Sprout informed me that we are not yet finished making babies because we failed to deliver the asked for sister. :P Not that my 3 year old gets the last word on this topic.

** Despite these problems, Junebug is nowhere near being labeled as failing to thrive, like Sprout was. Breast feeding is going much more smoothly this time, and he is quite the chubby baby.
wayfaringwordhack: (flora: I heart you)
Yesterday, Sprout refused to calm down during quiet time, which she was spending on the bed with me while I nursed Junebug.  I banished her to her room, where she proceeded to have a fit, vowing to find the "best solution"* to get out of her room.  I ended up letting her out to go the bathroom, and I went in there with her to talk it over.

Me: You are very upset because I made you go to you room.
Sprout, making her hands into claws and growl-crying: Yes, I'm so angry!
Me: I'm upset, too, and sad that we aren't able to have quiet time together. I didn't want to have to make you go to your room.
Sprout: Did I damage the flowers in your heart, Mom, when I didn't respect your sleep? I'm sorry!

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* J got home soon after, while we still working through it, and she told him, "I tried a million solutions to get out of my room! I tried this book, this cookie cutter, this sock!"
wayfaringwordhack: (web)
I feel that way about my flist* but a little bit about J and Sprout as well. For the past week or so, I've just wanted J to take Sprout out as much as possible and give me alone time to relax work on projects.  I went to bed last night with plans to send the two of them out so I could work on a nursing top; but before I fell asleep, I changed my mind. I decided instead to spend the day with them, hoping to have a fun family day "just the three of us" before Junebug gets here. I'm really glad I did.

We went out to eat at a club where there was a kid's birthday party going on, so Sprout got to play and participate. She had fun, and we had fun watching her. A good enough day that I won't go to bed praying, "Please Lord, don't let the baby come now."**

Since tomorrow is my due date (not that I think the baby will necessarily come then), I'm going to do a snippet-style post now. This week, I sewed the dress Sprout is wearing in the photo below and crocheted the belt, too. I also made two sheets for Junebug's Moses basket and three mattress covers.

soëlie's dress2soëlie's dress


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* In some sense I think I should apologize for this; in other, I know I have a great flist, full of people who understand that I'm not able to give much attention to them right now but who know that I still care what is going on with them...

** Who wants to have her baby after she's felt tired/stressed/pissy all day? Not moi. :P
wayfaringwordhack: (art journal)
I haven't forgotten Snippet Sunday the past two weeks; I just haven't felt like updating. :P I've been busy, as you can imagine, with the countdown really counting down (today we are 39w1d), and I've had my nose to the grindstone fingers to the crochet hook and sewing machine.

I've crocheted two lambs, using this pattern, one for Junebug and one for Sprout, who declared she definitely needed one, too. In fact, I think *I* need one, and in my downtime (cue hysterical laughing), one of these days, I'm going to crochet the ram model for myself using a lot of different colors (probably the leftovers from my hexagon blanket) and he shall be christened Rainbow Ram.

Junebug's lamb is the cream-colored one and the white is Sprout's, same pattern, same size hook, different types of yarn.

lambsJunebug's lambIMG_9795

I also crocheted a border on a fleece blanket, made a jersey knit newborn cap, a cloth diaper (actually more like quick-remove underwear since the point is more warmth and protection for Junebug and not wetness-proofing) converted a tank top into a nursing top, and took in the elastic on my pj pants for after the birth.

In other prep news, I packed the bags for the clinic, washed all the coverings for the car seat and bassinet, made some high-protein snacks (might help with nausea) for the labor, and helped J rearrange the kids' room. Junebug won't move into the room with Sprout until after this summer, but we are going to use a Montessori bed and wanted the space ready because we hope to have the baby nap in there from the start. On Friday, but especially Saturday, I was afraid I had brought about Junebug's "early" arrival by a (unfruitful) shopping trip to IKEA. Almost everything on our to-get list was out-of-stock.  The twinges have subsided, though, leaving me hopeful that Junebug will hang in there a few more days. I'd like to sew Sprout a dress and make a nursing top...
wayfaringwordhack: (neener)
A couple of weeks ago I was putting some dinosaur videos on for Sprout and came across the We Might Be Giant's song "I'm a Paleontologist" Given the cartoon aspect of it, I thought Sprout would enjoy it, but halfway through she said, "I don't want this song. It's boring. It only talks about the bones. I want them to talk about the skin!"

Then, a few days ago, a conversation about different kinds of ceratopsians led us to a list of 10 Spectacular Horned Dinosaurs. If you click the link, you'll see that the first image is a fossil.

Sprout: Oh, no! Just the bones again! I only like them when there is skin! :P
wayfaringwordhack: (art journal)
I fully intended to take pics of my projects this week, but hell, roads, intentions...you've heard it all before.

So, this week:

- Cut and sewed up a king-size duvet cover. Easy peasy AND I had enough leftover flannel to make myself a pair of pajama bottoms.  I think I'll cut them big enough to wear now and just take in the elastic after Junebug gets here.

- Worked on my hexagon afghan and determined to crochet at least three more rows, which means I need 34 more hexagons.

- Did a quick charcoal sketch with Sprout. Nothing fancy, but she saw some framed charcoal-drawn flowers when we were out shopping, and I told her we could play with that medium when we got home.

Oh, and not that it really counts are "creative," but I washed all of Junebug's clothes and blankets this morning.  34 weeks today; got to start getting the sack ready...
wayfaringwordhack: (art: energized)
If the previous week was Sewing Week, this week has been Crochet Week.  I crocheted some leggings for Junebug using this pattern, with this variation, and a hat, which I did not really realize was a photo prop, using this pattern. Because my yarn was really a lot thicker than what was used, my hat is pretty bulky, but I think it will be all right to keep Junebug warm during those first few days.*


elf hat and leggings

I also worked on the afghan pictured below and mentioned in this entry:

Crocheting is fun

I started it just before Sprout was born.  It is getting pretty big, and while, yes, I do want it finished, I'm happy with it being an "in-between, when-I-can/want" project. As an aside: My how my girl has grown. :P  I just showed her the above picture, and she asked, "Is that a girl?" When I answered yes, she said, "Are you sure?" (even though I had just told her it is her.)
Shortly after Sprout was born, I bought two huge pieces of flannel to make a duvet cover, which, of course, I never got around to doing. Today I washed the fabric (I think I did it already, but it has been three years :P) and will sew it up tomorrow. I had plans to use my coverlock machine to embroider a design on it, but I've since changed my mind. Instead I wanted to hand embroidered something and to that effect spent a bit of time doodling and thinking about motifs. However, last night I realized that I don't know how this flannel is going to age, and I don't feel like passing (possibly hundreds--it's king-size) of hours doing needlework on something that might pill after a couple of washes.  So, I'll sew it up and see about embellishing it at a future date. Anyhow, here is a page of doodling possible stitches:

acrylic ink doodle

All in all, a busy week.
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* I showed the hat to my mil via Skype. Two days later, she told me, "I was thinking, you should be careful and not leave the baby alone in that hat. It might suffocate or strangle itself."  
wayfaringwordhack: (art: guitton - housework)
It's a miracle.

Two for the price of one, pajamas and nursing pillow!

Well, not J's pajama bottoms; he took them to work.  But they are made out of the flannel that you can see on the bottom of the pillow. You'll just have to picture a handsome, well-built guy modeling lounge pants for you. :P

pics )
wayfaringwordhack: (art: energized)
This has been the week of Sewing.  I made pajamas (top and footed bottom) for Sprout for Christmas...all without a pattern. Why yes, I did have a lot of headaches during this process, thanks for asking. :P But the result was well worth it. I'm not promising I'll get a photo of her in them, but I'll try. I've already had to wash them twice; I need to make her change out of them before she breakfasts to keep them clean and and I don't have the energy for that. Why does she have to be messy like I am? Why can't she take after her papa in this case?*

I also helped J make himself some pajama pants. To top it off, I made a nursing pillow for Junebug today. I didn't have enough fabric in my stash to simply cut out and sew together two pieces of cloth, so  I had to do some patchwork piecing and ended up finishing too late** to take a photo.  Again: Maybe later.

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* She is a total comedian/actress, and that she does get from me. Today, she was pretending to be Coral, Nemo's mother, who got eaten by a barracuda at the beginning of the movie. J had to carry her to the car (Coral was totally devoured, but apparently there was enough of her left in Sprout's incarnation for J to bring her home from their slackline outing), drive her home, and tote her upstairs to me, where he proceeded to tell me what happened. I acted the part of grieving son (I get to be Nemo and J is Marlin), but even TEARS and sobbing did not make the kid budge. She would not be revived so steadfast did she hold to her role. I'm telling you, the kid is good. :P

** Had an appt with the gyno today. Just started my 8th month. The doctor tells me that at the moment, Junebug weighs 2.29 kg and will likely gain one more kilo before birth. That will make him/her 100-200 grams heavier than Sprout.  Not too big. Junebug still hasn't turned yet, but there is time for that...
wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout: my loves)
I was not a good correspondent from the diaper-free trenches with Sprout, and I doubt I'll be any better with Junebug; but I thought I would reminisce about Sprout's diaper-free timeline before Junebug arrives and we gear up to do it all over again. I need the refresher. A couple of weeks ago, we bought some secondhand clothes for Junebug at a garage sale and I was explaining to the seller that certain items did not interest me because we plan to raise our baby diaper free, which, naturally led to some questions. I explained, very briefly, but as I was walking away, I realized I had left out some key things, like the signaling one does with the baby, teaching them to communicate their needs well before they can use words to do so. Yep, definitely need to go over the basics for myself. :P

Before I get started let me mention the number one reason why I never shared much about our diaper-free life the first time around, aside from, I mean, the fatigue and lack of energy that go hand in hand with baby raising. In a nutshell: I did not feel very comfortable talking about the whole process because I never wanted (nor want) to come across as espousing that the way we do things is the *right* way and that we look down on parents who have different ideas/methods.  Discussing divergent opinions/methods in any realm is a good way to get up people's danders, and holding differing parenting views has got to be one of the most surefire ways of making another parent feel like they are under attack. Even if said discussions are not about finger-pointing and one-upmanship and all those other comparison-heavy things, they can sure feel like it. No one likes to be judged, especially not parents. We get enough questioning, skepticism, advice, and criticism from family members and friends without hearing it from online strangers, too.

Anyhow, rest assured: Your parenting choices are safe around me. I'm not preaching; I'm just sharing to appease curiosity and give one family's experience with an unorthodox tool that is out there if parents want to give it a whirl.

If you are unaware of what going diaper-free entails, you can google it along with terms like "elimination communication" and "natural infant hygiene."  I came across the idea quite by accident, many years before I got pregnant, and it made so much sense to me on a gut-level that I knew I would have to try it if ever I became a mother.* Enter Sprout and our foray into communicating with a newborn about basic bodily functions. :) This is my most complete entry on the subject, written when Sprout was six months old. As I said, I kind of fell off the wagon about blogging about it after that, so the following timeline is going to be full of ballpark numbers rather than actual, precise dates.

After our successes with Sprout vocalizing her need to go, we had less misses. For awhile. Then she got more mobile and able to explore her world at will. Lots of distractions and experiments with her surroundings led to a distinct decline in her interest in letting her parents know she needed to go.  :P  Thankfully we had hardwood (read: easy-to-clean) floors.

We continued to hold her over a bowl, the sink, the toilet, etc. to help her void, buying a potty just before she learned to walk. We still have that potty, so the issue is moot with Junebug, but if I were starting over again, I would still have a bowl (smaller and very portable) but I would get a potty much earlier to help hold the baby.    Another thing of note is that Sprout never had a problem going to the bathroom outside. I did not give this much thought until we were traveling one day with another couple who had a small child who absolutely refused to be held and void in a ditch. We never encountered any resistance concerning going to the bathroom, unless you count when she stopped wanting to be held and insisted on sitting on the big toilet herself, like in a public restroom, where I would have preferred to hold her. If the place was dirty, I could usually get her to fall in line with no worries.

She was 14-16 months old while we were in Albania, old enough and stable enough to run around unassisted and she would often go to the potty by herself.

potty
However, she did not have the dexterity to undress herself, and it was too cold to go the pants-less route. She had accidents during her waking hours at that time but none in bed. Still, we kept a diaper on her just in case.

At 17 months--17 months of not once getting a solid night's sleep--I decided I could no longer get up in the night and take Sprout to potty. I was exhausted and felt close to cracking. So, I started ignoring the sleep whimpers that signaled she had to relieve herself and allowed her to go in the diaper at night. Sometimes she woke with a dry diaper, sometimes no.  I did not want to be OK with that, but I HAD to be OK with that. During the day, accidents were virtually unheard of, but she was still incapable of pulling down her own pants to go.  It was not until about 24 months of age that she was able to do that with some success.

We never potty "trained" her. She just went to the bathroom when needed. There was no undoing of "bad" habits. She had accidents, especially when excited and distracted, but there was never any shame about poo or pee or the act of going--or in missing, even though I admit that sometimes I would exasperatedly ask, "Why!?" Why did she not go since she has pretty much known from birth about how the whole potty thing works. :P

At 26 months, I felt our landlady's bedding was safe enough that we didn't have to worry any more about nighttime nappies, and she only had maybe 2 accidents in the space of 10 months. Then, when we went back to France in September (and she was 35 months), she had a spate of accidents, some awake and 3 or 4 at night. It was embarrassing in the sense that I felt my MIL was judging me and our methods, but I knew it was because of all the changes and the sense of being in "new" surroundings (for several days, she would ask to go to "her home" to have "her things" and "her bed.") No accidents after she got acclimated and none since then.

She is now 37.5 months old and in control of going to the bathroom, even getting up and going in the middle of the night by herself. Of course, she still needs help cleaning her bottom after a bowel movement, but she tries to do that (and empty her potty) by herself. :-/  I'd rather be the one doing that for a wee bit longer. :P

As I said, this is more of a timeline than anything and not at all about process. If you want to ask any questions, though, about any part of going diaper-free, fire away. :)

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* I don't know if Ignorance is Bliss, but in my case, I think it might often amount to the same thing.  Once I learn something new that really speaks to me and asks me to change a way of thinking or doing for a better (but often harder) way, I just can't turn my back and conscience on that new knowledge.
wayfaringwordhack: (hellville)
This post is mostly for my "records." It is easier for me to keep track of things on LJ.

So, health whinge below cut.
cough, cough, hack, hack )

I have entries to comment on and emails to reply to, but friends, please bear with me. It ain't going to happen tonight (8:15 p.m. and I'm headed to bed). It might happen tomorrow. Maybe.
wayfaringwordhack: (web)
Went to see the doctor today, both Sprout and I. They could find nothing wrong with Sprout but want to see her again on Sunday to make sure that all is well.  This morning she woke up at 8:00 a.m. with 41.4°C /106°F (the numbers we've been struggling with for the past three days), but she was fine all day until 5:30 p.m., when she started complaining about being cold. We put her to bed with a slight fever of 38.4°C/101°F. I say slight because after those other temperatures 38-something-degrees feels quite manageable.

As for me, I'm coughing a bit and have a throat that is not exactly sore, more irritated.  I'm tired, tired, tired. From my own gunk, for sure, but mostly from caring for a sick kid around the clock.* Anyhow, I'm not as "lucky" as Sprout, for the doctor said I likely have a bacterial infection. I asked for a throat swab before being prescribed something. I'll get the results on Sunday. I hope to be feeling better by then.

Just so you know, I've kept up with my flist, but guys and gals, I just don't have the energy to respond.  My brain feels like mush.  This makes me especially sorry in regards to [livejournal.com profile] cafenowhere's excellent posts on Writing Latin@ Characters Well, the latest of which is here. I want to converse--I really do--but all I would be able to manage is muffledy mumbledy garble.

Soon, I hope to have more brain cells at my disposal...

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*That is not to say that I've been doing it all alone--J is a great help, except when he is working since his shifts are 24 hrs long, as was the case yesty and last night--but when Sprout is sick, like many kids, I think, she just wants her momma.
wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout: my loves)
I failed to mention that along with an earache, Sprout had a fever. We don't generally give her meds for a fever, in hopes that the body will take care of what is attacking it; however, we gave her some painkillers for the ear, and that helped the fever a bit the first night.  The second night, not so much. She even started hallucinating, seeing water running across her artwork on her walls, complete with fish swimming in it. Then she saw a lion on her ceiling and dinosaurs and turtles on her pillow.  We called a doctor. They still make house calls here in Egypt, but he wasn't able to come by until 1 a.m.  His verdict: Wait and see. Which is what we had planned to do, but when your toddler starts seeing things, you get a bit scared. At least we did. We'll know Thursday if she needs to have antibiotics or not.

The doc looked at my throat and said I should be on antibiotics, but I'm a bit leery of that, being pregnant and all. I know paracetamol is supposed to be OK for pregnant women, but I don't even like taking that while pregnant.  I'm downing every natural remedy, high-in-antibacterial and/or antioxidant property foods and drinks I can think of. If I don't feel better by Thursday, I'll have the doc look at me when he takes a look at Sprout.

OK, that's about all I have the energy for now. Off to bed. It promises to be another sleep-broken night... 
wayfaringwordhack: (art: guitton - housework)
We hired a cleaning lady, and she started today.  My house is mostly clean now, and I had very little to do with it! It is only "mostly" clean because for the past four months, at least, I have been doing the bare minimum to keep the place livable. Z, as I shall refer to her from now on, really had her work cut out for her.  She didn't get around to scrubbing down the kitchen and bathroom, but she'll come back on Saturday.

I don't know what she makes of me and all the odd homemade cleaners I sprang on her, seeing as how we can't understand each other. No, I haven't gotten motivated to learn Arabic. Fie for shame upon me. I had a doozy of a time trying to explain what to use where, so I'm going to try to have everything labeled in Arabic for Saturday. Don't let me down, Google Translator!

I had grand plans of relaxing but sadly, yet again, Sprout and I are coming down with some kind of crud. Sprout's started yesterday with stopped up sinuses and sick-toddler behavior. Mine started today with a mighty sore throat. Unless the odd headache I had yesterday presaged this ick.  Anyhow, I did get to take a nap* and wake up to a house that was looking better by the minute, but I still feel like something that has been dragged down the road a fair piece.  We'll see what it morphs into.  I don't remember catching so much crud when I was pregnant with Sprout, but then I was living in a tiny French village, not in the midst of a noisy, polluted metropolis. C'est la vie. And I'm hoping all these germ assaults are translating into a formidable immune system for Junebug.


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* a sorely needed nap, for I had been awake since 4:45 a.m., unable to fall back asleep.

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