I woke up this morning after a fairly good sleep, thanks to my gynecologist, who ordered some hydromorphone for me last night. If you missed the story about my gynecologic adventures from yesterday, read about it here. Thankfully I am feeling much better now and I don’t plan to use any narcotics tonight – I really hate the idea of using anything that has such a high addictive potential (except caffeine, of course). An interesting side effect that I discovered: Hydromorphone significantly stimulates milk production in lactating women! Yikes! I woke up at 5am in a soggy puddle of milk! Yuk. It was worse than engorgement after giving birth! And, my poor E. – I’m sure he thought he was drinking from a firehose this morning! (Before you judge me, I checked with the pharmacist and she said that hydromorphone is SAFE to take while breastfeeding!)
My good-morning Saturday feeling really didn’t last long when I came down the stairs and was greeted by my kitchen. To shield you from the horror that is my kitchen, and to ensure that you don’t judge me too harshly, I only took a picture of my sink. I assure you, however, that this look is rampant throughout my kitchen. Needless to say, I was required to spend a large portion of my morning dealing with this… I guess that’s what I get for spending my Friday night pretty much incapacitated. (Thanks for taking one for the team, dear)
As I learned yesterday afternoon, I was not the only one having a bad Friday. My poor little boy, A, was complaining of a headache all day and he was apparently not acting like himself. Thankfully I have an amazing dayhome provider who doesn’t call me the moment my kid coughs and say, “please come get your little germ factory… I don’t care what you are doing…” That would have really topped off my Friday! When we got home, A was running a pretty high fever, but luckily he slept well through the night.
So, as I was cleaning the kitchen, poor little A was indisposed and laying lifelessly on the couch watching “the puppy movie” (Lady and The Tramp). I should clarify: some little boys might enjoy chilling out on the couch watching movies… Not my boy. This here is a boy who is usually running ruts in the floor of our house, driving cars and trains everywhere he can reach, and reminding us incessantly that he only has one volume: VERY LOUD. This is not my healthy little A.
After cleaning up, giving A. some advil, and getting
the rest of my kids DH and the baby out of the house, we ventured out into our newly arrived winter wonderland…
The picture really doesn’t do justice to the amount os snow that has fallen, and I wish I had taken a better one. Nonetheless, we had to run a pile of errands while dealing with the ridiculous roads and all the “new” winter drivers who seem to have never driven in this weather (despite the fact that it looks like this for 5 months of the year)!!! I was so frazzled and irritated throughout the day that I neglected to take pictures of my events. Briefly, back to the hospital to follow up with my gynecologist re: yesterday’s events. Yup – Stirrups again. Pit stop at Starbucks for my requisite holiday drink. Then we went to a meal assembly center where we picked up 12 pre-assembled meals to put into our freezer. (We’ve been doing this for about 2 years. Without these meals, we would eat like crap… even more than we do now. It only takes us about 30 min to cook dinner from start to finish on the nights we use these meals and we hardly do any grocery shopping as a result of having them. Best. Spent. Money. Ever.) Then Costco. Then home. And then it was nap-time.
Once the boys were asleep, I sat down to start studying. It took me about 30 minutes to decide what exactly I wanted to study and I finally settled on Psychiatry. I read about 2 pages and changed my mind: I decided the best way to use my time (and effectively procrastinate) was to join the boys in napping. We all woke up about 2.5 hours later and I felt fantastic. It’s not often that I have the ability to try and catch up on my chronic sleep-deprived state, so I will take what I can get! We then cooked beef stroganoff for dinner (pre-assembled, of course), played cars and trains, had bath time for the boys, and then, sadly, it was really time to study. Out came the Psych textbook once more… I can’t say for certain, but I’m pretty sure that the book didn’t even get opened at this study attempt.
I figured that since I was going to spend the whole weekend hanging out and doing fun, Christmasy stuff with my sister if this storm hadn’t hit us, why study instead? Clearly, I felt that studying this weekend wasn’t very important to begin with… So I baked instead.