Ugh. Blah. Etc..

Just having a blah day. Not bad necessarily, just….blah. TNC is teething and her cold has returned so she cried for over an hour last night before falling asleep at 8.30. I stayed up until almost midnight sorting out bills and making a to-do list that is about a mile long, consisting of a million things needing to be done in the next week. I did manage to get over half of my Christmas shopping done online though, which is a huge relief, and a fresh, real Christmas tree complete with stand is being delivered this week as well.

But, having been away in Brussels the whole weekend, the flat needs a good cleaning, piles of laundry that need to be washed, hung up, folded and put away, phone calls to make, bills to pay, Christmas items to shop for and buy, food to cook, books to return to the library, people to sue (waiting to hear from the court if my ex-landlady has responded to her summons), emails to write, appointments to go to, presents to wrap, cards to send, and passports to renew. Normally this wouldn’t faze me that much, it’s a normal week’s worth of stuff on top of taking care of TNC, but I woke up this morning feeling like I’d swallowed a sheet of sandpaper and with a pounding between my eyes. I suppose I was lucky to last this long without getting a cold, considering everyone else I know has had it at least once if not twice already this autumn. But since I rarely, and I mean rarely get sick, it’s kind of a big deal. Yet at the same time, I can’t exactly call in sick so it has to NOT be a big deal. You can’t call off sick and stay in bed all day with a trashy mag and a hot drink when you’ve got an 8 month-old baby to look after. (Can you hear the drums and trumpets? That’s my Pity Parade marching past) So, a big long sigh is in order. Siiiiiiiiiiigh.

Oh, and also? The stone fell out of my favorite non-wedding-or-engagement ring and I don’t know where I lost it so it’s just gone, and the permanent retainer on the back of my bottom teeth fell off today, leaving the hardened glue spots behind so I keep cutting my tongue when I run my tongue over them (which I can’t stop doing. why, oh why is it impossible NOT to run one’s tongue over anything unusual in one’s mouth, even when it causes pain and/or feels gross? it’s one of the mysteries of the universe). What else is going to fall off of me today? My nose? My hair? Wouldn’t surprise me. This is a woman who has baby snot smeared all over her left shoulder as she types. Anything is possible.

Okay, and my last complaint of the day, promise: I got caught in a torrential downpour when pushing TNC in her stroller up an incredibly steep hill. I don’t mean a slight incline, I’m talking a vertical climb that almost makes my feet come out of their shoes with each step from the sheer force with which I have to exert myself to remain upright. So, not very fun pushing a 17 lb. baby plus stroller plus 9 empty wine bottles (I was on my way to the recyling bin) and for the heavens to choose that moment to open and piss all over me and to try to get the raincover over the kid while trying not let the whole damn stroller careen back down the mountain face I just climbed. Oh gods, why do you mock me? Do I need to sacrifice someone or something to appease you? How about my ex-landlady? She is rather meaty, she’d make a fine feast. Or how about my doctor? She’s about 19 and I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin considering the way she won’t say the words ‘vagina’ or ‘anus’ or ‘rectum’ but instead calls everthing ‘down there’ or ‘back passage’. Would she do?

Ugh. Blah. Sigh.