1. Now that I'm released from the slavery of work, I ought to be throwing myself headlong into all the Christmas preparations that I haven't gotten done during Advent (read all of them). But I've just had 4 pitched battles with GeekBaby in the last 20 minutes, and I'm already too exhausted to consider unloading the dishwasher right now. Also, I want to make sure I put up quick takes this week.
I had them mostly written last week and was having a fairly lovely time goofing off on Google+, then I read the news and couldn't bring myself to finish them.
2. The four pitched battles of the morning so far:
- No, you cannot get the eggs out of the fridge, they're up high. No, do not get a chair! ARGH! Just wait till I've finished using the potty!! *tantrum* (his, not mine)
- No, you may not crack the eggs. You said you wanted a fried egg, and those must be cracked into a frying pan full of hot butter. I can still make you an omelet if you want to crack your own eggs. *indignation*
- Do you want buttered toast? Yes. How many? Two slices! (five minutes later) MOMMY! Did you toast mine?? Yes, of course I did. *outrage*
- Do you want orange juice or milk? Milk. Orange juice goes better with this breakfast. Milk! Okay. (five minutes later) I want orange juice! Finish your toast and you can have a glass. *fury of 10,000 suns*
…and now he's all sunshine and owls.
3. Well, I've made it to 16 weeks. And I think I've started to feel some squiggles. Good signs, both of 'em. On the other hand, I have the most enormous welt from my last injection.
4. I've taken to my maternity clothes, and am now realizing just how much I relied on clothes borrowed from GeekBaby's godmother. My supply is… scanty. I don't really need 'em right now, my regular clothes still fit, although blue jeans of the high waisted variety are getting a bit snug, but I've discovered that pressure on my abdomen makes my nausea so much worse.
5. The downside is my maternity jeans have calves too snug to wear my Awesome Boots underneath the jeans. And, as Himself reminds me, I extorted those boots at the end of last winter by a promise to wear them regularly this winter. I have to fold my jeans and zip them into the Awesome Boots.
I highly suspect this is trendy, therefore I hate it. (Also, it's not comfy.) I just don't do trendy. Trendy requires effort, and I'm just not interested in expending effort on trendiness. Elegance is timeless, and therefore easier. Also, trendy has a strong tendency to be ugly, and I hate ugly.
And, as you all know, I largely expend all my fashion energy just making sure I'm wearing my shirt right side out and not backwards. (The leftover goes to rocking Wonder Woman and pearls.) ((I cannot believe I just typed that sentence, but I have no time for my usual excessive social awkwardness inspired editing right now.))
6. GeekBaby requested a real, functioning grill from Santa for Christmas. I'm going to make him this instead, with the addition of a second bowl for a lid, and a bunch of felt and pea gravel beanbag charcoal briquets.
No, I haven't started this project yet.
Yes, I'm completely insane.
And good heavens, if he keeps this attitude up, he's only getting the charcoal. What a pest he's being today!
7. GeekBaby asked me on Wednesday if we could go caroling when Christmas came. Now, this is something I've long wanted to start doing, either a tradition of caroling or posadas. We don't really have enough interested people for good posadas, but caroling is independent of the interest of the rest of the block. And I've never been able to quite face the indignation of our respective families that we would want to do something other than spend all the time with them. But if GeekBaby wants it…
So we're going to go caroling. Yes, collecting caroling music is yet another thing I have to do before Christmas gets here. But on the other hand, it means I can justify learning to sing The Mouldy Cheese Madrigal. And that is just delightful.
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