Lemon-Infused Vodka
I won’t go so far as to say it has been a bad week, but it has been a long one. Here’s why:
1. We got an unexpected $800 bill.
2. Charlotte got a darling rash (related to eczema and heat rash—we had a VERY hot day for the church picnic), which made her itchy and cranky, got her sent home from school, and required a trip to the pediatrician for a school note.
3. The parking garage attendant reprimanded me for not having exactly $7 (all I had was a $10 bill). I was asked, “What kind of change do you think I have?” I didn’t think $3 in change was THAT absurd.
4. Chris backed into Charlotte’s former teacher’s car in the school parking lot. Both cars are damaged, and our insurance rate will go up.
5. No casual Friday. The board is in town.
6. Who we hoped would be a future teacher for Charlotte (she teaches older kiddos and is VERY good) resigned, as her husband got relocated.
7. I forgot to bring home the cilantro I bought during my lunch hour, ruining the dinner menu.
8. Someone went absolute nutso on me and a couple others and was shockingly rude and insulting.
9. I have NO RIGHT to complain because I’m SO LUCKY to have little Lorelei growing in my belly, but this child has made Mommy VERY uncomfortable this week. She’s positioning herself weirdly low (I carried Charlotte low, but this unborn girl has GOT to be lower), and there’s just a lot of pressure, plus round ligament pain and the feeling that my skin is reaaaaaally tightly stretched. None of these is a terribly big deal, but when Charlotte wants to be hauled upstairs or she fights to get in my lap and lean all 32 pounds of herself into my belly, it’s very uncomfortable. She doesn’t understand why I want her to sit BESIDE me, so I cave and let her back into my lap.
10. Charlotte has been getting up around 6:00 a.m. since last week—including weekends. It’s not that inconvenient—I’m up at 5:20 a.m.—but getting ready in the morning is a lot faster when I don’t have to entertain her. More importantly, I reaaaaally need to sleep in this weekend, but Chris has an early tee time. I’m exhausted.
So, nothing here is tragic or particularly terrible. But if you add it all up, and you can see why I’d love to curl up with a glass of something not approved by the American Congress of Obstetricians and Gynecologists.
But surely each of these lemons could be turned into lemon-infused vodka, right? Here’s the lemon-infused vodka list:
1. Bill: We have $800.
2. Rash: Cortizone cream fixed the rash. To boot, while at the pediatrician, the doctor updated her file with lots of notes about her surgery and took a good look at her ears. Good news! Her ears are beautifully perfect, non-inflamed, and absent of fluid. He also confirmed that the tubes are still perfectly in place—something I had worried about.
3. Parking: The normal parking attendant is back. And he’s nice.
4. Fender bender: Thank goodness Chris hit only a car and not a child in his temporary moment of distraction that shattered a 14-year perfect driving record. The car was illegally parked, and logical Chris assumed no car would be there when he backed out of the spot he has parked in a thousand times. The teacher has been so sweet about the crash, and like I said, I’m SO grateful he didn’t hit a child running out of the school.
5. Casual Friday: Come to think of it, I think maternity jeans would be less comfy than a knit dress.
6. Teacher: The school promised massive diligence and care in selecting the next teacher, and Charlotte’s current teachers remain unchanged.
7. Dinner: We ordered a pizza instead. The result? No dinner prep and very few dishes, which left me enough time to tinker on the piano for a while.
8. Crazy folk: The nutso person had a moment of insight and subsequent embarrassment of (translation = excuses for) nuttiness.
9. Aches: This will likely be my last pregnancy, and I’ll miss the internal wiggles of carrying babies and the very odd sensation of feeling my belly on top of my thighs when I sit. Also, we have a TempurPedic bed, which has made comfortable sleep WAY easier than my pregnancy with Charlotte.
10. Charlotte, my alarm clock: What better way to wake up than the tugs of a super cute, messy-haired, grinning girl, dressed in her Lady and the Tramp nightgown and dragging her purple monkey?
1. We got an unexpected $800 bill.
2. Charlotte got a darling rash (related to eczema and heat rash—we had a VERY hot day for the church picnic), which made her itchy and cranky, got her sent home from school, and required a trip to the pediatrician for a school note.
3. The parking garage attendant reprimanded me for not having exactly $7 (all I had was a $10 bill). I was asked, “What kind of change do you think I have?” I didn’t think $3 in change was THAT absurd.
4. Chris backed into Charlotte’s former teacher’s car in the school parking lot. Both cars are damaged, and our insurance rate will go up.
5. No casual Friday. The board is in town.
6. Who we hoped would be a future teacher for Charlotte (she teaches older kiddos and is VERY good) resigned, as her husband got relocated.
7. I forgot to bring home the cilantro I bought during my lunch hour, ruining the dinner menu.
8. Someone went absolute nutso on me and a couple others and was shockingly rude and insulting.
9. I have NO RIGHT to complain because I’m SO LUCKY to have little Lorelei growing in my belly, but this child has made Mommy VERY uncomfortable this week. She’s positioning herself weirdly low (I carried Charlotte low, but this unborn girl has GOT to be lower), and there’s just a lot of pressure, plus round ligament pain and the feeling that my skin is reaaaaaally tightly stretched. None of these is a terribly big deal, but when Charlotte wants to be hauled upstairs or she fights to get in my lap and lean all 32 pounds of herself into my belly, it’s very uncomfortable. She doesn’t understand why I want her to sit BESIDE me, so I cave and let her back into my lap.
10. Charlotte has been getting up around 6:00 a.m. since last week—including weekends. It’s not that inconvenient—I’m up at 5:20 a.m.—but getting ready in the morning is a lot faster when I don’t have to entertain her. More importantly, I reaaaaally need to sleep in this weekend, but Chris has an early tee time. I’m exhausted.
So, nothing here is tragic or particularly terrible. But if you add it all up, and you can see why I’d love to curl up with a glass of something not approved by the American Congress of Obstetricians and Gynecologists.
But surely each of these lemons could be turned into lemon-infused vodka, right? Here’s the lemon-infused vodka list:
1. Bill: We have $800.
2. Rash: Cortizone cream fixed the rash. To boot, while at the pediatrician, the doctor updated her file with lots of notes about her surgery and took a good look at her ears. Good news! Her ears are beautifully perfect, non-inflamed, and absent of fluid. He also confirmed that the tubes are still perfectly in place—something I had worried about.
3. Parking: The normal parking attendant is back. And he’s nice.
4. Fender bender: Thank goodness Chris hit only a car and not a child in his temporary moment of distraction that shattered a 14-year perfect driving record. The car was illegally parked, and logical Chris assumed no car would be there when he backed out of the spot he has parked in a thousand times. The teacher has been so sweet about the crash, and like I said, I’m SO grateful he didn’t hit a child running out of the school.
5. Casual Friday: Come to think of it, I think maternity jeans would be less comfy than a knit dress.
6. Teacher: The school promised massive diligence and care in selecting the next teacher, and Charlotte’s current teachers remain unchanged.
7. Dinner: We ordered a pizza instead. The result? No dinner prep and very few dishes, which left me enough time to tinker on the piano for a while.
8. Crazy folk: The nutso person had a moment of insight and subsequent embarrassment of (translation = excuses for) nuttiness.
9. Aches: This will likely be my last pregnancy, and I’ll miss the internal wiggles of carrying babies and the very odd sensation of feeling my belly on top of my thighs when I sit. Also, we have a TempurPedic bed, which has made comfortable sleep WAY easier than my pregnancy with Charlotte.
10. Charlotte, my alarm clock: What better way to wake up than the tugs of a super cute, messy-haired, grinning girl, dressed in her Lady and the Tramp nightgown and dragging her purple monkey?
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