With the unseasonably warm January weather I have discovered myself at odds with my hair texture. One day I look frizzed out like a pubescent 7th grader and the next I'm a borderline grease-ball with zero volume... except for the grays. They are their very own special type of hairs - wild and coarse and all different lengths (due to obsessive plucking over the past year). Well, I have given in to the little fuckers. No more plucking or hiding them. Sometimes I part my hair in order to show the best clump of frizzy whites, and bobby pin it right there - just so you know I'm getting old when you look at me in the supermarket checkout.
Eloise has had a really rough time since Saturday afternoon. Boogie Wonderland was a mob scene and my girls were pretty bummed out about the crowd because the grownups kind of dwarfed out the toddlers. It was dark and loud - and although Weeze loves to dance, she could barely manage a few steps because of the early stages of a little asthma attack. That night Myles returned from a call day and stayed here with Ruby while I drove Eloise to Richmond for a doctor's visit. Not so much fun. I had to hold her down for a nebulizer treatment - it was horrible. But I must say, our doctor is such a sweetie that he opened up his office in the middle of the night for us and put on some Bob Marley for atmosphere... he tried so hard to get Eloise to like him.
We made it through the night with about 6 hours of sleep, but then Myles was off again in the early, dark hours for another short day at the hospital. I spent Sunday basically coping with a miserable kid, plopped in front of the t.v. every 4 hours (you try getting a 22 month old to sit still for 15 minutes). She just hates it. Almost as much as I do... But the nebulizer wasn't enough to regulate her breathing so now we've started the oral steroids (which we have to force down her throat while she coughs and sputters)- which have FINALLY taken effect. We still have to nebulize too, just not as often. Ugh. So I feel slightly brain dead. Zero energy. And little Ru has been a total sport during all of this, which just breaks my heart. She just goes and reads to herself and plays pretend with her "guys".
So I'm ready for a recovery. The entire family has been sick in one way or another for about 3 weeks. I'm so afraid the worst is yet to come! And by the end of this season I should have at least 50 new gray hair follicles developing from stress and exhaustion.
(Bring it on.)
Friday, January 20, 2006
Myles is on call tomorrow so I have a pretty lame day ahead of me - but not to worry. We do have Boogie Wonderland to go to, which is a special family-centric disco party at a local club... they have advertised it as "from James Brown to Jay Z". Considering Eloise's superior dance skills we should have a very good time. All the hoodlums will be there I'm sure.
Did I forget to mention that we had Audrey the wonder nanny start this week? She comes Tuesdays and Thursdays and now I have NO excuse to not get a portfolio or a show together (I think, well, at least that's the idea). She's just the best - and although I'm struggling with extreme guilt while I'm gone - I know it's the right thing. Somehow I can't really see myself getting used to separation from the girls. What does one do when their toddler goes to school full time? Oh my oh my that seems like it should be ages away....
Anyway, I'm really going to attempt to check in on my blog more faithfully and just jot down something - even if it's just to write about gray hairs. I think I feel pressured to post photos, which makes me not update anything. Ugh. I'm such a lazy slug.
The bakelite napkin rings were a xmas gift from my dad to all of us. There are actually 4 - one for each family member. It's sweet because Ru and El just love to play with the doggies at the dinner table - and I get some sick pleasure out of the fact that they're already handling bakelite at such an early age. HA! And they drink Rooibos tea with me...
Monday, January 02, 2006
Perhaps I should just stick to making a marzipan brooches for farmer's market.