Yo Mama
04-23-2008, 01:35 PM
This morning starts off last night at 3:15 a.m. when my son decided he was up now. I was managing to ignore the one-sided conversation he was having himself, even though I have the baby monitor turned up pretty loud. that is, until he climbed into the top bunk and woke up his sister. I realized this had happened when I heard a sleepy and very whiny girl yelling, "No! Cody! Get out of my bed! Go away or I'll never love you again!"
So I have to drag myself out of my bed, tell Cheyenne to go sleep on the couch, corral Cody -- who is chipper and dodging me, turn out the night light, reinstall Cody in his bed, tuck a whining and out-of-sorts Cheyenne in on the couch and get back to my bed. The cats, thinking we were finally going to go on their schedule, were thoroughly stirred up by then, and the cat stampede commenced. Which kept me up for at least another half hour, despite my best efforts to sleep.
When I got up this morning, both kids were out like lights, and I was sneezing my head off and congested as hell. Something started blooming yesterday or the day before that is getting to me. I'm miffed because though I have allergies, they've been mild for most of my life, and i've never had them quite this bad over springtime pollen. I'm debating taking a Clarinex, but I don't want insomnia again tonight.
On a positive note, I was actually kind of hungry when I got up, so I polished off the creme brulee I'd gotten yesterday for starters. Mmm ... French dessert for breakfast. How decadent. All I needed was a garcon with a blowtorch for the illusion of Paris to be complete.
The kids slept and slept. I finally opened their bedroom door and went in to get their clothes for the day, talking to Cody, who refused to stir. Cheyenne, luckily, woke up rather happy and joined me in rousing choruses of "Wake up, Cody! Cock-a-doodle-doooo!" He finally got up and joined us.
Once I'd got them fed, dressed, and in the car, we dropped Cheyenne off at school. Then I realized I wanted BBQ pork buns for breakfast. Which means a trip to Chinatown during morning rush hour. Not the best time of day to go there, but let's face it, Chinatown is always a nightmare to drive in. Not enough parking, too many visitors, lots of double parked vehicles with people running into the store for "just one thing" then meeting up with some long lost cousin from Canton and having to catch up for half an hour.
When we got to Chinatown, lo and behold, the city-wide street resurfacing team has blocked off parking and one or two lanes from each three lane one way street. It was Chinatown cubed -- awful traffic! I wanted to park near the Chinese groceries, so we drove up and down for a bit and finally found a space right next to the bit orange CONSTRUCTION sign.
A block away is a dim sum restaurant that's open, so in we go. I ordered pork buns, and they turn out to be the Cantonese variety, with the baked shell, and not the other kind with the steamed white dough, which were the ones i really wanted. No matter, they are still good, and at least they have BBQ pork in them.
But all that hassle just for breakfast! And Cody begged me for a "cookah" which is how he says cookie. So I showed him the ones he could choose from, and he chose a banana bar, a very glutinous tiny burrito looking thing. He wouldn't touch it, just carried the bag around.
When we got back to the car, he decides the sidewalk is "slippee" -- slippery -- and lies down on the corner and starts snoring. People are having to step over him and walk around him and I keep getting "WTF are you doing" looks. As soon as I turn to unlock the car, he bolts and it takes me half the block to catch up with him before he barrels into a passel of little old ladies.
We made it home, finally, the pork buns are good if not perfect, he still hasn't eaten his banana bar, and he just now asked to go to bed. So maybe he'll nap and I can too.
Though now he's in there talking to himself again. Which means I probably won't.
So I have to drag myself out of my bed, tell Cheyenne to go sleep on the couch, corral Cody -- who is chipper and dodging me, turn out the night light, reinstall Cody in his bed, tuck a whining and out-of-sorts Cheyenne in on the couch and get back to my bed. The cats, thinking we were finally going to go on their schedule, were thoroughly stirred up by then, and the cat stampede commenced. Which kept me up for at least another half hour, despite my best efforts to sleep.
When I got up this morning, both kids were out like lights, and I was sneezing my head off and congested as hell. Something started blooming yesterday or the day before that is getting to me. I'm miffed because though I have allergies, they've been mild for most of my life, and i've never had them quite this bad over springtime pollen. I'm debating taking a Clarinex, but I don't want insomnia again tonight.
On a positive note, I was actually kind of hungry when I got up, so I polished off the creme brulee I'd gotten yesterday for starters. Mmm ... French dessert for breakfast. How decadent. All I needed was a garcon with a blowtorch for the illusion of Paris to be complete.
The kids slept and slept. I finally opened their bedroom door and went in to get their clothes for the day, talking to Cody, who refused to stir. Cheyenne, luckily, woke up rather happy and joined me in rousing choruses of "Wake up, Cody! Cock-a-doodle-doooo!" He finally got up and joined us.
Once I'd got them fed, dressed, and in the car, we dropped Cheyenne off at school. Then I realized I wanted BBQ pork buns for breakfast. Which means a trip to Chinatown during morning rush hour. Not the best time of day to go there, but let's face it, Chinatown is always a nightmare to drive in. Not enough parking, too many visitors, lots of double parked vehicles with people running into the store for "just one thing" then meeting up with some long lost cousin from Canton and having to catch up for half an hour.
When we got to Chinatown, lo and behold, the city-wide street resurfacing team has blocked off parking and one or two lanes from each three lane one way street. It was Chinatown cubed -- awful traffic! I wanted to park near the Chinese groceries, so we drove up and down for a bit and finally found a space right next to the bit orange CONSTRUCTION sign.
A block away is a dim sum restaurant that's open, so in we go. I ordered pork buns, and they turn out to be the Cantonese variety, with the baked shell, and not the other kind with the steamed white dough, which were the ones i really wanted. No matter, they are still good, and at least they have BBQ pork in them.
But all that hassle just for breakfast! And Cody begged me for a "cookah" which is how he says cookie. So I showed him the ones he could choose from, and he chose a banana bar, a very glutinous tiny burrito looking thing. He wouldn't touch it, just carried the bag around.
When we got back to the car, he decides the sidewalk is "slippee" -- slippery -- and lies down on the corner and starts snoring. People are having to step over him and walk around him and I keep getting "WTF are you doing" looks. As soon as I turn to unlock the car, he bolts and it takes me half the block to catch up with him before he barrels into a passel of little old ladies.
We made it home, finally, the pork buns are good if not perfect, he still hasn't eaten his banana bar, and he just now asked to go to bed. So maybe he'll nap and I can too.
Though now he's in there talking to himself again. Which means I probably won't.