I can’t sleep. I’m not entirely sure why. Abby is, once more, in bed with me. I’ve been watching and listening to her sleep. Well, I was. My tossing and turning was starting to wake her up. I’ve moved into the dining room. Copper is at my feet but refuses to lay on them. He doesn’t much like the cold anymore. Her breathing is rough. She’s snoring again. I can hear the congestion.
Abby’s been off her allergy medicine for two weeks. It’s time for another appointment with the Allergist, and she has to be off the medicine for at least 14 days. By the time her appointment rolls around, it will be almost three weeks of no medicine. She’s been asking me for a week for her meds because her nose is stuffy. I keep telling her that she has to see the doctor. She then demands to see him.
Her appointment is Thursday. I’ve shown her the appointment on the calendar many, many times. Just a few more days, I told her today. She has trouble grasping that concept. Her lips are chapped from constantly having to breathe through her mouth. I’ve been putting chapstick on them multiple times a day. She even asks, “Can I have lip chap, Mommy?” Just a few more days. I’m fairly certain, they want to do another allergy test. Other than my phone, I’m not sure what I can take to keep her occupied.
I should move Abby to her bed, but it’s become cluttered with toys, clothes, and some of my yarn projects, and I’m not sure I can quietly clean it off. Of course, now that her bed is full, she decided that sleeping in my bed is no longer an option.
Copper is now whining at me. He insists on being in the same room as me, even when he could be sleeping on some nice soft pillows. I’m still not tired, but I’m not as restless as I was. I suppose I’ll follow him. I have to be up in a few short hours to go to work.
I am currently without child. Abby went over to Grandma Terri’s Tuesday night. I picked her up this morning and went to my aunt’s house. We had a big dinner there. I got to play with my newest baby cousin. Abby adored him.
I met her father at our usual meeting place, and he took Abby back tonight. I’ll pick her up again tomorrow, and then I’ll have her all weekend. We’re starting out Christmas movie marathons.
We have several movies we watch every year before Christmas. We watch all of the Star Wars movies, Christmas Vacation, A Christmas Story, How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and several others that I can’t remember right now.
Anyway, that all starts Friday night. I’m loving that Abby is big enough to actually do stuff with now. We’re planning on taking her to this big Christmas light display sometime in a few weeks. She’s excited to help decorate our tree, put our train up, and write a letter to Santa. It’s pretty much all she’s been talking about for the last month.
Tonight, though, since there is no Abby, we will be doing a game night.
There are no words for the atrocities that were witnessed tonight. If a picture is worth a thousand words, here are three thousand.
My blog is two years old today. It’s been a rocky two years. I wrote a three or four posts and ignored it for months. I don’t know how many months I let it set there, but I eventually deleted everything I wrote and started over.
After two years, I still don’t write consistently, which was a goal of mine. I still, however, enjoy blogging. It’s surprising considering my penchant for abandoning projects. I suffer from a major case of Starter-itis.
Anyway, Happy Birthday Blog!
I have dragged Abby along with me every time I’ve voted. This year is no exception. Last year was the first year she realized what was going on. She was 2, and oh boy was she pissed where there wasn’t a boat, and, not even, her excitement over the firetruck that was there did much to quell her anger.
This year, she started questioning what voting is. Do you know how hard it is to explain that to a three-year-old? We get to our polling place, and there is no waiting. I get in, get my ballot, and Abby follows me around. Once I’ve submitted it, she gets a sticker, and I get a sticker.
Abby: What does the sticker say?
Me: It says, “I voted.” And it has a picture of Kentucky because that’s where we live.
Abby: I can’t wait to tell my friends I voted.
It made me very, very happy.