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annissamazingI've been fighting sleep lately. I'm not sure why. I'm pretty darn exhausted, but when bedtime rolls around I look for excuses to not go to bed. Writing this entry is just one of the things I'll do to avoid it tonight. I heard that Netflix is now streaming the 1980 series of SNL. That'll be next. And it sucks, so that'll tell you just how much I don't want to sleep.
Dominic and I were busy today! He got a bath first thing this morning and then we went to gymnastics. After gymnastics we went grocery shopping and then I took him to get his hair cut. After his haircut, we went up to the mall so he could play on the big inflatable toys at Inflatable Insanity. I bought a one hour wristband and let him go nuts. 20 minutes before his time ran out he made a little friend who looked as though he'd gotten ahold of his father's clippers. His dad and I got talking and he mentioned that his son had had three surgeries on his head. Apparently the little boy was born with a large red birthmark covering a large portion of his head, so they implanted saline sacks (the guy called them breast implants) and once a week injected more saline into them to stretch the skin. When there was enough skin, they cut the birthmark off and stretched the skin over and sewed it back up. After he pointed it out, I could see that the little boy's hair was growing in the wrong direction on one side of his head, but it wasn't obvious. I told the man that the surgeons did a beautiful job and that I just thought the kid had given himself a bad haircut (and what parent can't relate to that?). He seemed pleased. I told Dominic that we had to leave so he could go through the obstacle course one last time. He and the other little boy (Cohen, I think) raced through the maze while Cohen's dad and I continued to chat. After a couple of minutes, we both started to wonder where the boys went. Cohen's dad checked the end of the course and they weren't there. I went around to the front and still nothing. I checked the inflatable next to it and they weren't there either. Just as I was about to start panicking, Cohen's dad said, "There they are!" They'd sneaked out the side of the obstacle course and were hiding between the two inflatables talking and giggling at one another. When they saw us they both started laughing and hugging each other and Dominic yelled, "Oh man! We almost got away with it!"
After our time ran out I took Dominic to Sbarro for pizza. I bought a Coke at Inflatable Insanity because it's half as much as a fountain drink at Sbarro and you get more pop. But Dominic accidentally spilled a large portion of it all down his front. He was soaking wet and it's only 20 degrees here, so we went over to Children's Place to get a new shirt and jeans for him to wear home (Children's Place has great sales and Dominic needed new jeans anyway). After I got him dressed in his new clothes he said, "I want to see Santa!" Now, I tried to get him to see Santa a couple weeks ago when we ran into him at the mall and there was no line, but he wasn't interested, so I was tempted to say "No way! I'm not waiting in line for that!" But then I realized that what I had on my hands was a freshly bathed little boy with a brand new haircut wearing new clothes and this sort of thing was unlikely to ever happen again and I really ought to get a photo. So I did.
Dominic and I were busy today! He got a bath first thing this morning and then we went to gymnastics. After gymnastics we went grocery shopping and then I took him to get his hair cut. After his haircut, we went up to the mall so he could play on the big inflatable toys at Inflatable Insanity. I bought a one hour wristband and let him go nuts. 20 minutes before his time ran out he made a little friend who looked as though he'd gotten ahold of his father's clippers. His dad and I got talking and he mentioned that his son had had three surgeries on his head. Apparently the little boy was born with a large red birthmark covering a large portion of his head, so they implanted saline sacks (the guy called them breast implants) and once a week injected more saline into them to stretch the skin. When there was enough skin, they cut the birthmark off and stretched the skin over and sewed it back up. After he pointed it out, I could see that the little boy's hair was growing in the wrong direction on one side of his head, but it wasn't obvious. I told the man that the surgeons did a beautiful job and that I just thought the kid had given himself a bad haircut (and what parent can't relate to that?). He seemed pleased. I told Dominic that we had to leave so he could go through the obstacle course one last time. He and the other little boy (Cohen, I think) raced through the maze while Cohen's dad and I continued to chat. After a couple of minutes, we both started to wonder where the boys went. Cohen's dad checked the end of the course and they weren't there. I went around to the front and still nothing. I checked the inflatable next to it and they weren't there either. Just as I was about to start panicking, Cohen's dad said, "There they are!" They'd sneaked out the side of the obstacle course and were hiding between the two inflatables talking and giggling at one another. When they saw us they both started laughing and hugging each other and Dominic yelled, "Oh man! We almost got away with it!"
After our time ran out I took Dominic to Sbarro for pizza. I bought a Coke at Inflatable Insanity because it's half as much as a fountain drink at Sbarro and you get more pop. But Dominic accidentally spilled a large portion of it all down his front. He was soaking wet and it's only 20 degrees here, so we went over to Children's Place to get a new shirt and jeans for him to wear home (Children's Place has great sales and Dominic needed new jeans anyway). After I got him dressed in his new clothes he said, "I want to see Santa!" Now, I tried to get him to see Santa a couple weeks ago when we ran into him at the mall and there was no line, but he wasn't interested, so I was tempted to say "No way! I'm not waiting in line for that!" But then I realized that what I had on my hands was a freshly bathed little boy with a brand new haircut wearing new clothes and this sort of thing was unlikely to ever happen again and I really ought to get a photo. So I did.
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Date: 2010-12-05 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-06 11:16 pm (UTC)Eventually, and after a few dozen med tweaks, I've got a system down. Meds around 10 or 11 on weekdays (depending on when I want to fall asleep, they work within an hour). On the weekend I'm free to do whatever the hell I want. I'll nap, I'll pump sugar and energy drinks straight from an IV (well, maybe not that), and I'll sleep whenever the hell I want to. Messes with the meds and I usually have a shitty Sunday night as I panic about not sleeping enough but...I get over it. It's easier when you have something to help you sleep but when I got panicky about sleep it really sucked.
And, may I say, "aw"?! Photo-op with Santa? How adorable. :)