It is 9:30 pm and I am so tired. I’m also freezing cold despite being indoors and wearing flannel jammas. Stupid time change. Actually, I don’t think it’s got anything to do with the time change, but I’m going to take this opportunity to shovel the blame in that direction anyway. Whose idiot idea was that, anyway? (That’s a rhetorical question.)
Since it’s Sunday, I feel compelled to say that yes, in fact, I did go drink some coffee and visit the library. I have a nice stack of new books sitting on the desk beside me as I type this. Perhaps I will find time to read them this week? Maybe?
Somehow – and I’m not even kidding – I forgot that this coming week is March Break and that both kids will be home all day, every day, other than when the oldest of them is at work. Given that they’re both teenagers, you wouldn’t think this would be a huge issue, but the younger one is prone to.. shall we say.. not-so-great choices lately and I have some (legitimate) concerns about him being home, alone, at all. There’s no chance that Coffee or I can take the week off, however, so we’re just going to have to tie him to a chair in the yard and hope for the best.
I swear, all the things I worried about when it came to parenting have literally never once happened – and most of the things that have caused me deep anxiety have been completely and utterly unpredictable. This is why I laugh when people tell me that they’re ready to be parents. Ha! Oh ho! No sir, no you are not. Human children are unpredictable and ridiculous.
In other news, we flipped our mattress. I’m literally writing this here because I know I will eventually wonder ‘Hey, how long ago did we flip the mattress?’ and this is where I will come to check. I had been under the (erroneous) impression that our mattress could not be flipped – but apparently that was only if we didn’t want to mess up the ‘pillow top’ on it and, quite frankly, I don’t care about that.
Holy shit, this is why I came back to blogging. Mattress details!
Over the weekend I stopped in to the hospital to visit a guy – I am rather fond of him, but I also cannot say much about him (as usual). He has been having some health issues for the past while, many of which have been quite concerning to him, and so it was somewhat of a relief for me to hear that he was tucked away in a safe space getting poked and prodded.
Well, a relief once I realized he wasn’t dying. There has been quite enough of THAT lately and I am totally done with it.
Anyway, I waffled heartily about going to visit – my germaphobe self does not enjoy being anywhere near the hospital. I’m convinced that every surface is crawling with superbugs and horrifying viruses and then I become highly aware of the warm air that I’m breathing that is, I’m sure, also filled with disease and, oh, I dunno, airborne plague? Something. AUGH.
But the flip side is that I figured this guy would enjoy a short visit. And, remember, I am working on being more open to this sort of thing? Yeah. Coffee cheered me on.
Before I left, Coffee put my bathrobe and towel up in the bathroom for me so I could literally head straight up to shower as soon as I returned home. I left my purse at home, took only one phone and my ID, and made sure I had hand sanitizer in my car. I’m not even kidding here.
Then I went for a visit. Despite having to wear a gown and a mask and gloves (HOLYSHIT) I was glad to be there. He was delighted to see me – and I was delighted to see him doing well – and so it was a good 30 minute conversation with a lot of laughter. I got the feeling that he would be going home soon, which made us both happy.
I came home and scoured myself, carefully removing the top 3 layers of skin and scalding everything that remained with the hottest water possible. I put everything into the washing machine immediately after, and re-washed my hands.
I promised to return in a few days if he wasn’t released but.. god, I really hope he’s released soon. I have no idea how the hell people can work there.
(Although, as has been pointed out to me, I come into contact with a lot of people while doing my job – many of whom are not in the best of health/hygiene – but somehow that seems less of a concern to me. Hugs for everyone! Until I get the community-acquired version of MRSA, I guess?)
So, Dear Diary, that’s my update for today. I have a few thoughts percolating, but not yet ready for pouring out, so the chances of an update later this week are higher than usual. This lady is going to go brush her teeth and get ready for bed. Stupid daylight savings time. Dammit.