Bear with me. I’m in a very growly mood.
- The cats (two of them, so far) have a cold. It started a few days ago with the Big Orange Cat’s sneezing fits. He’s progressed to the watery-eyes stage, though he’s eating fine and seems to be in good spirits. But last night another of the cats started sneezing, and she’s into the sneezing fits today. I *hate* when the cats are sick. I need to talk to my sister, the Awesome Vet, and figure out if we actually need to cart all the kitties off the vet, or if this will just run its course…I’m hoping it’ll just go away. But I was up in the middle of the night, worrying about the cats.
- I’m up in the middle of the night worrying about H. anyway, though, so it’s not like I had to get up especially for the cat-worrying. My H.-worrying is of the much more random variety, in which I’m completely freaked out at 4am about incredibly rare complications that will hopefully, probably, never arise. But whatever. What else are you going to do when you’re up at 4am?
- Even though I usually spend my days sitting on the bed doing nothing–uh, I mean, trying to work on the dissertation–the idea that I am *supposed* to spend my days sitting here doing nothing is incredibly annoying.
- There is a ton of dissertation-related work I could be doing, sitting here all day. And I’m trying. I’ve got all the files I’m working with open on the computer, but damn–I am at a place where I’m totally daunted by this chapter, and the next chapter, and the revisions, and I’m Just. Stuck.
- GB is back to working overtime. This is great, on the one hand–the overtime pay rocks. But I’m grumpy and lonely and freaked out lately, and I’m not happy that he’s gone 14 hours a day. And he’s working 11 hours on Sunday. I should be happy about this. Clearly, I’m not.
- We have an infant CPR course on Saturday. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be especially exerting, and I’m planning on going. We’ve already paid for, like, five baby-related classes in the next three weeks, and I am determined not to miss them. But I’m grumpy that I’m worried about whether or not it’s okay to go. (I’m sure it is okay…I’m just grumpy overall.)
- Remind me again what I was thinking, moving really freaking far from all our friends?
- Okay. Whining over for now. I can’t promise there won’t be more later.
April 18, 2008 at 9:25 am
Poor sneezy cats!
re CPR class — the most exertion you’ll be doing is pressing down firmly on a plastic baby’s chest with three of your fingers, so I don’t think you have to worry too much!
April 18, 2008 at 10:12 am
Oh LB! Here’s thinking good, slow, stay-in-there thoughts for you and H. Who knew he’d be such a little overachiever?
April 18, 2008 at 11:09 am
You have no idea how hard Im focusing on keeping H in there. Sweetie, I wish to all things holy and sacred that you had moved closer to us. I ended up dropping out of classes because I couldn’t stand the instructor, but I take infant CPR every year at work and it’s not too strenuous. Just be easy my friend. Sending love and gestating vibes your way….
April 18, 2008 at 11:10 am
{{{hugs}}}. I’m hoping the kitties are all well and that you can get into the luxury of bedrest (but yeah, I know!)
April 19, 2008 at 3:37 pm
When we are lying around doing nothing of our own accord is totally different than being *told* to do so. Sorry you are feeling so blah!