Operation Tubetop

I haven't posted in a while. I have been battling a nasty sinus infection. Sinus infections also mean antibiotics. Now, it has been a couple of years since I have been on them, I have forgotten that they give me the... well... the worst digestion ever. The doctor prescribed me a couple of things and one thing was stuff to line my stomach. And I bought it, and then I looked at it and put it in the back of the cabinet and said to myself "Well, I bought shashlik off the street in Moscow and my stomach is just fine and I will be damned if I... ugh" and then had to run to the toilet. Ugh. Rough week. But the silver lining was that the Kid was doing really well at the new daycare. As most of you know, we have lived an epic year in terms of finding a place for the Kid, as well as coming to terms with the fact that our child is special needs. In May, at the old daycare, we shifted to half days. Then, in June, we went down to 3 half days a week. And then in July, we had no dayca

Well, what a week? I'm officially home due to a sinus infection. On Tuesday afternoon I had some pain in my upper back and just assumed that I had pulled some muscles in excitement when I discovered that Martha Stewart has a calendar that details her plans for the month. If I follow her calendar, I too can be her. I just need to find an easy way to the Hamptons and perhaps buy some real estate so that I can plant daffodil bulbs in anticipation for a 2015 Spring. Yeah, ahem. Anyway. On Tuesday evening, I headed to a friend's place where I made some curry and we watched So I Married an Axe Murderer . I tell ya (In a Canadian accent), that film is still amahzing. And maybe it's my age, or the illness, but I was finding Mike Myers incredibly attractive. Maybe personality truly does count? I started to feel worse during the night and by Wednesday, I was having problems breathing and I was not happy. When I get sick, one of two things can happen. I can turn into a bumbli

So I have started taking French again. It is daunting to be using my brain besides for work or all things that glitter. Tres strange to be a student again. And actually a little exciting. I hope that in a few months the Husband will be all like "You have worked so hard! Let's go to FRANCE and I will buy you something French, like... Chanel" and I will be like "Oh oui, oui, oui!" and then we would open some champagne and talk about Les Americans and smokes our Gitaines. Oui! Sacre Bleu. Let's go to Le McDonalds mon petit chou! This past weekend was busy. We hosted our friend's memorial and the total count of visitors came out to 49. Incroyable! Oh, 49 and a dog. I made finger food because then I could forgo the cutlery. The menu was: cucumber sandwiches, pigs in a blanket, toasted gnocchi, hummus with crackers, mini pizzas, honey garlic meatballs and cupcakes. The decor was comprised mainly of red roses because they were Christian's favourite flo

We have been lucky. We have been oh so lucky. The Kid, since birth, has been a decent sleeper. Up until about a month ago, he used to beg us to go to bed. We were so smug. We were the McSmuggersons. And boy, have the mighty have fallen. For the past month, the Kid has decided that sleeping is for morons and has fought his bedtime tooth and nail. For at least 4 weeks, when we have put him to bed, without fail, 20 minutes later we here the pitter patter of toddler feet heading our way. We would bring him back calmly for the first 6 times, but by the 7th time, we were getting angry and desperate. Last week I started reading to him in bed and it was wonderful a few times, but the little bugger would forcibly keep himself awake and reading out loud for an hour straight is ever loving exhausting. If this was our only problem, I would have accepted it and would have prayed that this phase would pass. But, not only is he fighting going to bed, he is now coming into our bed at 4 a.m. every

Wassup! Oh man, am I happy to be heading to work today. It has been the House of Sick over here. The Kid has a bad cold (it is starting to clear up now) and now the Husband has man flu. Luckily he (the Husband) segregated himself yesterday and stayed for the afternoon at his parents' place. The Nanny, like an angel, arrived yesterday afternoon at our place so I was able to head out and take a breath and buy moss (Halloween, it a-coming). I also met a friend in the evening for a trip to Ikea. Little sidenote: Ikea shopping with another female is how the Ikea experience should go down. There is aahing and oohing and no "I will cut you, you bastard if you do not let me buy this totally impractical lamp". Ahem. Anyway. As promised, here are my stats after 2 weeks. It's not a huge loss but I am still really happy. I am getting a lot of walking in and being very careful with my caloric intake. I have also noticed that my stomach has settled these past couple of weeks and

Finally finally I got a whole weekend at home. It has been 9 weeks since we have had an only family weekend and it was so needed. I hate flaking on plans but I realized that after this summer, family weekends are a priority. I also got a lot of crafting done which was fantastic! Usually I have to wait until the Kid is in bed until I can get my papier mache on and since, for the past month or so, he hasn't been instantly falling asleep, our nights have pretty much been nightmarific. In the past, the Kid would happily go to bed but for some unknown reason, he has bucked this awesome trend and now gets out of his bed at least 20 times in the course of an hour or two. This has been driving us batshit crazy. On Sunday I set up his big boy bed and he was ecstatic. We put him to bed at 8 and I decided to give reading a try. Kind of looks like where the cast of MTV's Underaged and Engaged stars would spend their wedding night. As I wrote on Facebook, for the first time in over

Happy Monday! Wow! End of week 1 and I am so happy to report that I lost some weight. This is epic considering I was sick this weekend and it was a weekend and weekend rhymes with pizza. I did not drink anything which pretty much is a flashing sign that girl be sick. I tried to do mind over matter throughout the weekend. My body was all like "Gurl, you sick." And I was all like "No way, Jose. I have stuff to do." And my body was all like "Watch me shut down!" And I was all like "Mind conquers all, bitch." It was a ghetto pantomine and I'm still not sure if I am sick or not but since I am heading to work, survey says that I'm going to be o.k. Last night was epic but I will talk about it in another post. However, after the momentous event, the Kid decided to drive us up the wall at 20 minute intervals for 2 hours. Then at 4, he started up again. Needless to say, I am the walking dead this morning. For the love of God, go.to.

I cannot believe we have survived the past few months. Since May we have been juggling schedules and working out contingency plans for half day daycare. The past 6 weeks, the Kid has had no daycare at all and I have noticed the past couple of weeks he has been a little stir-crazy. So Wednesday was finally the start of the new, dream daycare downstairs. I was pukey, I was shakey, I wished for an alcohol addiction so I could make myself an early morning mimosa while cracking some inappropriate joke. The Kid could tell something was up when I pulled out the Polo shirt in lime green and the pants that actually fit and have a crease on the legs. As I wrote on Facebook, it was eerily similar to that first scene in Jurassic Park when they are transporting the Raptor in that cage and that guy gets sucked in. Replace cage with carriage, and guy, with me holding cookies. Mommy's bringing out the collared shirts, time to go ape shit. At 8:45, we walked less than a minute and made it to