mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Stage)
On Saturday I was invited by the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti (who no longer has an LJ, alas) to accompany her and a few others to a screening of the Metropolitan Opera's staging of La Cenerentola (Rossini's adaptation of Cinderella). I haven't been to the opera in well over a decade, and the last time I went to the theatre was in 2011 with [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter to see the play that [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti was in (I'm sensing a pattern), so I was very excited to go.

weekend and opera behind the cut. )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Domestic Goddess)
I forgot to set my alarm the day before yesterday, so I only woke up at 7:00 because Bean was actually quite quiet when he got up (apparently at 5:30!). Since I'd gotten a late start to the day I tried to make up for lost time. Bean had already had breakfast, and he and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter were slowly getting ready to go to class, so I emptied the dishwasher, started loading it up again, killed a bunch of ants (if they don't want to die, they can just refrain from coming in my house), and got dressed.

I had a pretty productive day, even if I do say so myself. Full day behind the cut. )

A Full Day

May. 8th, 2014 09:30 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Bee)
Last night my brain decided that I should stay up and Worry About All The Things™. So I was up until at least after 2:30, which was the last time I remember looking at the clock before falling asleep. The good side to that was that I was awake at midnight when Bean woke up screaming bloody murder because he had to go to the bathroom. He's been getting up almost every night now to pee, and that has resulted in dry diapers in the morning. So we're well on our way to having him be completely diaper-free at this rate. It's very exciting!

Bean was also up promptly at 6:20, and since he came into our room to ask his mother if he could watch television, that was loud enough to wake me as well (mostly because he started whining and then screaming when she said no), although I had set my alarm for 6:30. So I got up then too, much to Bean's befuddlement. He's not used to my getting up at the same time as him and Mama.

We got Bean fed, dressed and out the door on time (three tantrums, four instances of whining and fussing, and two instances of running away and giggling instead of doing what he was told, all in the space of an hour and fifteen minutes), and I set about trying to be productive for the rest of the day.

My first stop was at the bank (though I did call to make an appointment to get my car tires changed, finally). I took the dog with me because he needed the exercise and because he was so excited when he saw me put on my running shoes to go to the bank that I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hadn't planned on taking him with me. So, happy dog was happy. I managed to straighten out the problem of the daycare check that the bank bounced, and was very pleased with the prompt, efficient service I received from the teller. They apologised (sort of), reversed all the charges and covered the fee the daycare will charge for a returned check, no muss, no fuss. If only all my problems were so easily solved.

I got home and cleaned the bathroom, and was about to start on the kitchen when [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter came back from school to wait for the Avon ladies to show up for their 14:30 meeting. As an aside, [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter is starting up her own Avon business again, so if anyone local wants the flyers for the current or future campaigns, by all means look us up! Avon has some really neat stuff, not just makeup and skin care products. You can look it up specifically on Facebook, where I encourage you to at least "like" her page, just in case. Father's Day is just around the corner, and there are all sorts of fun products and swag you can get for a very reasonable price!

Anyway, back to the exciting recounting of my day. :P I did a pretty thorough cleaning of the kitchen while we waited for the Avon ladies (they were well over an hour late due to traffic), including scrubbing down the cabinet under the kitchen sink, which had grown super scungy over the winter. We've been having trouble with ants for a few weeks, and I figured that cleaning things out down there certainly couldn't hurt. We have ant traps set up strategically, but we can't work out where they're coming from, cheeky little buggers. So right now we're mostly engaged in guerrilla warfare against the little formicidae foot soldiers. Ugh. If we knew where they were coming from we'd be able to put down corn starch and have done, but not dice. It's rather frustrating.

I headed out to do some last-minute grocery shopping before the Avon ladies arrived, but everyone was gone by the time I got home again. Despite getting caught in some pretty gnarly traffic I was still able to get dinner in the oven in a timely fashion. I don't think I've ever cleaned and chopped vegetables that fast in my whole life. I made chicken with roasted vegetables and made baked tomatoes as a side dish. Very paleo, I'm sure [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave would approve. ;)

Predictably, Bean's first reaction was: "But me not like that!" He demanded to have macaroni, then demanded "leftover pizza," and was upset when he was not presented with either of those options. I hadn't bothered giving him one of the baked tomatoes, figuring it would be met with shrieks of horror, but when he saw the one I'd given [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter he immediately insisted on having some, spurning the chicken, potatoes, carrots and green pepper already on his plate. After two small servings of tomato he then threw himself on the floor and wailed about being thirsty, and then whined and fussed and kicked at the nearest piece of furniture when he was instructed to eat a bit more before he'd be given more milk. It took some doing, but eventually we got him back into his chair, and after a bit more fussing he ate all his carrots, then tried the chicken and promptly finished that, and even managed a good number of his potatoes.

A pyrrhic victory, but one I'll take nonetheless.

Bean took a bath while I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and put away the rest of dinner into Tupperware containers. We have enough for at least one other meal, which is nice. The food turned out delicious, if I do say so myself. The chicken was moist, the veggies crisp and savoury (though the carrots were a tad too crunchy for my liking—I'll try cutting them thinner the next time I make this dish).

Although he was wound tighter than a spring factory, Bean actually settled relatively quickly once he was properly in bed (there were a lot of false starts to that), and so we were actually able to start Game of Thrones at a decent hour, and now we're going crazy and watching CSI as well. Two TV shows in the same evening! Unheard of!

Tomorrow it's meant to rain, which will put a damper on my plans to do yard work. I may try to organise my paperwork instead, depending on the weather. I have been very bad about keeping my papers in any kind of semblance of order, and it's my newest May project, to get it all sorted out properly into my filing cabinet. That will definitely help when it comes time to sell the house/do my taxes/that sort of thing. If I have time I'm also going to head to Home Depot. I am determined to get the garden ship-shape this weekend and next weekend so that we can take advantage of it during the summer months.

And now, to finish CSI and pray that I'll actually be able to sleep tonight. Obviously when I mentioned almost wishing for insomnia the other day, I should have been more careful about what I wished for. :P

Poor Bean

Apr. 20th, 2014 07:32 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Rainbow Socks)
So last night's throwing up/upset stomach turned into a fever this morning, as previously mentioned. Poor Bean didn't want to eat much apart from a few bites of apple sauce, and refused most drinks as well. The fever climbed over the course of the morning, at which point he began to complain loudly that his neck hurt a lot. Well, kid + fever + neck pain was something we weren't prepared to take a chance on, so off we went to the Children's Hospital. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter took Bean in her car, and I followed in mine, so that I could be free to come and go as needed in case we were at the the hospital for a long time. Last year when Bean had pneumonia and an infection in both ears we ended up there for the entire afternoon and evening right up until nearly midnight. In light of that, we figured we shouldn't take the chance and take both cars. Luckily for me [livejournal.com profile] sandman7 generously let me park in his driveway for the duration, so we didn't have to pay a fortune in parking fees.

Adventures at the Hospital )

Home again, jiggety-jig )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (A Little Worship)
Bean has had a stomach bug since yesterday. He was under the weather when I left, with a slightly upset tummy that resulted in multiple dashes to the bathroom. I had dinner with my parents for Easter, and when I came back I found out that things had escalated to puking and all-around unpleasantness. He woke up screaming bloody murder at 4:30, and it took [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter quite a while to settle him again.

He was up again at 6:30, excited beyond words because he'd found an Easter Egg in his room. The excitement lasted about as long as it took to find seven out of the eight eggs. We'd hidden plastic eggs around the house, and inside each egg was a "puzzle" piece. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter had taken a picture of his Easter present, another Monster High doll, in its hiding place. Since he likes puzzles we figured he could put the eight pieces together, see where the doll was, and go looking for it.

Alas, it didn't work out. He declared the puzzle "too tricky" (he can do 48-piece puzzles on his own quite easily, for the record) and refused to even try to put it together. Then when [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter helped him put it together, he said he didn't recognise the picture (the hiding place was in the cupboard with the pots and pans). After we pretty much told him outright where it was, he still didn't want to go look.

[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter: "I think it might in the cupboard where the pots and pans are. Do you want to go look?"

Bean: "No."

[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter: "The Easter Bunny worked really hard to get you a nice present. You don't want to see what it is?"

Bean: "No."

[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter: "Okay, well, I'm going to go look, and if I find something, I'm keeping it."

Bean: "..."

[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter: *makes a big deal about going into the kitchen* "I'm looking now! Better hurry up, or I'm going to get the present!"

Bean: *plays with the new building blocks he got as a belated birthday present from my parents*

[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter: *opens the cupboard door* "Are you coming?"

Bean: *heaves a sigh and goes to look* "There." *points at the present*

[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter: "Are you going to pick it up?"

Bean: *indifferently* "Me too scared." *walks back to the living room* "Me can watch TV?"


So, yeah. No exactly the rousing success we were hoping for. It doesn't help that he's still obviously feeling sick and running a low-grade fever. Maybe next year it'll be more fun for him. For now he's crashed out on the sofa watching Disney Junior. You can tell he's feeling sick, because he's actually sitting still and being quiet. I suspect today will end up being a very quiet day at home.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Not A Song)
I had a very, very busy week last week. I got a chance to work an OT shift and jumped on it, because 12 hours at double time is not something I can afford to refuse. Alas, that meant another two commute days and even less free time than usual, and I ended up letting LJ slide. In situations like that something's gotta give, and blogging gave.

I did go see the doctor last Wednesday, and although the appointment felt very rushed (when I asked for five more minutes to discuss something she squirmed and sheepishly refused), overall I think it went well. Though now I know that when my doctor books "an hour" what she really means is that I'll wait for her for 15 minutes, we'll get about 15 minutes together, and the other 30 minutes are just for show.

She had blood taken for various tests, including a thyroid function test, and I'll find out in about two months what that's about. Having a doctor beats not having one, but I am not enjoying this two-months-between-all-appointments schedule. I was hoping to get this figured out in January, not in June.

You'll be pleased to know that I got all my immunisation boosters while I was there. I am contributing to herd immunity! The doctor tried to tell me that vaccinations were important, and then got treated to my usual rant about people who don't vaccinate their kids, and we both had a good laugh about it. My left arm is still bruised all to hell, though. I think the nurse nicked a vein going in. :/

So for the moment it's more waiting to see if there's anything actually wrong with me, or if I just need to find a ladder and get over myself and stop being such a whiner.

Bean and I went to the park on Sunday before I had to go to work, and had a great time. I haven't had the chance to transfer the pictures over onto my computer, but if you follow me on Facebook there are a few there. Otherwise you'll just have to take my word for it. ;) The last time I took him to the park was in the late fall, and it was amazing to see how much he'd grown since then. Things he couldn't reach six months ago were well within his grasp this time, and there was no question but that he'd sit on the "big kid" swings. He did forget to hold on at one point while I pushed him (gently) and ended up sort of faceplanting into the sand, but he was more shocked than hurt, and after a couple of tears he was off and running again. He refused to slide down any of the slides because they were wet from the early morning rain, but he happily straddled a soaking wet see-saw, so I'm not sure what the difference was in his mind. Either way, the water dried quite quickly.

He wanted to go for "one long walk" after that, but approximately ten seconds later jumped feet first into the deepest puddle he could find. Given that he'd insisted on wearing his canvas shoes to the park, that put the kibosh on the walk pretty quickly, much to his disappointment. It was simply too chilly out to allow him to walk around with wet feet for long. It was also nearing lunchtime, so his attempt to negotiate going home to get his boots and then go on a walk also met with failure. It was a frustrating time for him, though perhaps next time he'll agree either to wear boots or not to jump in puddles. We shall see.

I've been completely slammed at work this week. Just busy-busy-busy, and it doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon. I'll try to be more diligent about updating, though.

Hey, if you're lucky, I might make another update about television! I know everyone loves it when I ramble on endlessly about my TV-watching habits.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gahoogy hoo!)
It has been All Birthday, All The Time at Casa [livejournal.com profile] mousme this week. We started with a wee celebration on Monday because I wouldn't be there for Bean's actual birthday on Wednesday. Then Bean had a special birthday celebration at school on Wednesday, complete with Monster High-themed cupcakes, and received some presents from [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter as well.

It my party NOW? )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Piglet & Balloon)
Bean turns 4 years old today. It also marks the not-quite anniversary of when he and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter moved in last year (that will be tomorrow).

He's grown so much over the past year, I barely recognize the photographs of the short-haired toddler I knew last March. Now he's a preschooler with a distinctive sense of style and very very loud opinions.

He went from this:

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To this:

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All that in the span of less than two years.

Happy birthday, Bean!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sergent)
We've been having trouble with the dog, as I mentioned before. Last week he stole a sealed Ziplock bag of fifteen muffins off the counter and ate them all, did the same with half a box of Tim Horton's doughnuts, and has been sneaking the cat food when he thinks we're not looking. He's gained about five pounds over the winter, too, which is really bad for his arthritis. It was getting to the point where I would get home and the first thing I'd hear about was the myriad ways in which the dog had misbehaved during my absence.

When I got home on Friday, he was limping noticeably, favouring his right front leg. He's injured this leg a few times in the past, but hadn't done anything to it recently, so I figured his arthritis might be getting worse. I dutifully took an appointment with the vet for yesterday, since I don't want my dog to be in pain. Before the arthritis had manifested as stiffness, so we were managing it with diet and exercise, but if it's more than that we need to look at pain management. I also figured I would address the new "behavioural" problem in case it was a medical problem, as [livejournal.com profile] ai731 suggested. It hand't occurred to me before, but it made sense.

So, nearly two hours at the vet's later, there were x-rays and blood tests and thermometers jammed in unfortunate places. Sergent was not a happy camper. We need to wait for the blood tests to come back, but the vet suspects either a thyroid problem or maybe diabetes. The x-rays did't reveal any worsening of the arthritis, though, which is a good thing in all of this mess.

Of course, the vet visit cleaned me out of the last few "spare" dollars I had. I had managed to clear a bit of space on my credit card, but that's now gone, and I am a little worried about what the beginning of next month is going to look like. *sigh* If the dog has diabetes, we're looking at a crapton of expensive medication that I will somehow have to find a way to pay for out of my already non-existent money. I am really hoping he doesn't have any kind of terrible long-term illness, because I don't want him to be sick and I also don't want to have to figure out how to pay for the new medication.

Oy.

Anyway, today is a commute day. This week I'm coming back for Bean's birthday and then going back again. I'm happy to be able to be at his party but also a little concerned about where the money for the extra gas I need to use is going to come from. Isn't worrying about finances awesome?

Okay. So. Now that I have watched the Teen Wolf finale and I am not chewing off my own fingers in frustration at the show, I need to pack up my things and go.

Snow Day

Mar. 13th, 2014 08:04 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Frozen Dreams)
I made it home safe and sound yesterday, before the snow started to fall. I stopped at an En Route halfway home to take a nap in the car, which is what I usually end up doing when I try to drive straight home after work. I got home and took another half-hour nap, so I got over an hour's sleep yesterday after all, instead of none! Very exciting. The snow started to fall about an hour or so after I got home, and I was very glad not to be driving in the disgusting mess of a snowstorm we ended up having.

Technically the schools didn't close today, but we called it a snow day anyway, because there was about seventeen feet of the stuff outside and no one wanted to go anywhere today. So, cosy day at home it was.

Snow Day meant, as promise, that Bean got to have a makeover! (After he spent part of the morning doing [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter's hair, using a lot more clips than was probably necessary) He opted do get a Monster High makeover, which is his latest Thing. I must say that MH is pretty neat. The music is catchy, the messages are positive, and the characters are a lot of fun. It's not the sort of thing I would have sought out on my own, but now that it has entered the household I am happy enough to watch the videos or occasionally play the games on the website when Bean wants to watch.

Our day behind the cut, with pictures )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Politics)
I haven't thought of a good title for this post yet. With any luck one will come to me before I have to hit "post" at the end. I don't think I've ever posted an untitled entry here, though doubtless many of my titles have been unimaginative or along the lines of "I can't think of a title." The more things change, I guess...

I was awake for half the night, mostly just worrying about everything. Hadn't done that in a few months, but I guess there's no time like the present. :P

So, yeah, I am even more tired than usual today. One day, I might not be tired. Today is not that day.

I've hit a rough patch with my writing. Long-winded explanation behind the cut )

Anyway, on to even more depressing stuff. Québec is having elections! Again! Whee! /o\

I am so glad I no longer have to vote in this province, but I'm still going to get the brunt of all the election nonsense anyway. I still live here part of the time, after all, and Ottawa is close enough that we get all of the Québec news. We have to monitor the news at work anyway, so instead of the Commission Charbonneau all the time (which was so depressing it made me want to slit my wrists), now it'll be Québec elections all the time. *sigh* At least it's only three weeks. I don't understand how Americans do it, it must be like being in a constant state of siege, constantly having elections going on. I'd be exhausted.

My main beef with the political parties in Québec is that it truly feels like there are no good leftist options anymore. The PQ is theoretically to the left, but as my favourite joke goes: "Ils clignotent à gauche, mais ils virent à droite." (They signal left, but turn right instead. It's funnier before translation, trust me.) They're also racist and bigoted and hate the anglo community and insist on being fucking separatists. I can't. I won't vote Liberal, because they're corrupt and on top of that I don't agree with 95% of their economic policies, not to mention that they're basically Conservatives who've taken on the Liberal title. That leaves the CAQ, who are so far to the right (by local standards) that it makes me a little sick, and Québec Solidaire, who are leftists but also separatists and who don't appear to have viable economic policies anyway.

*throws up hands*

Bah.

Politics make me hate everything.

In better news, [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti is coming for a visit today, which means that [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter has made chocolate chip cookies! That was after the Banoffee Pie that she made on Monday. Nothing beats coming home to extraordinary baked goods, let me tell you. Delicious.

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mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Reason is a Flawed Tool)
My friends G and JF came over with their daughter Gabby for a few hours today, which was very nice. I hadn't seen them in well over a year, not since Gabby was a wee baby barely able to sit up on her own. She's 21 months now, walking on her own and chattering away in mostly incomprehensible toddler speak. She's cute as a button, and she and Bean played mostly nicely together. Bean is not yet at an age where he can truly understand the concept of "this child is much smaller and younger than you, so you have to be patient," so there were quite a few instances in which various parents had to intervene in order to ensure that harmony reigned. Or, you know, to ensure that there wasn't too much chaos. :P

Gabby was enamoured of the stroller Bean got for Christmas and spent a lot of the time pushing it around, as well as the bright pink Barbie Volkswagen Beetle that was also a Christmas present. There were a few scuffles over the MegaBloks, since Gabby was very enthusiastic about taking apart whatever it was Bean had just built, much to his dismay. The one time they played together very nicely was when Gabby got out her LeapFrog toy computer, and she and Bean had a good time pushing all the letter buttons and listening to the alphabet song.

Gabby & Tristan


Overall, it was a great visit, punctuated by the usual semi-chaos of having wee ones running around. Our stairs aren't especially childproof (read: not at all), so we had to do a fair bit of corralling to keep Gabby from launching herself down the stairs with gleeful abandon. I made coffee in the Tassimo, which I haven't done in ages. The machine and I continue to have a love-hate relationship. I successfully made one latte, and the next one took, like, three tries. The first time the machine wouldn't read the barcode. The second time, because I had a second appliance running, the power bar cut the electricity because it was convinced I would burn down the house. Luckily [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter stepped in and saved me from the coffee machine, and I was able to get everyone the coffee they wanted.

G and JF brought danishes. I have had two, and they were squidgy and delicious and now I feel much too full. I did it to myself, but I regret nothing. Bean had half of one after declaring that he didn't want any, and subsequently pronounced it delicious.

The visit was a short one, as Gabby had to go home for her nap and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter had to start prepping for her cake decorating class tomorrow. As I type this she is busily making a cake in the kitchen. Bean very excitedly declared he was going to help, but he's been coughing horribly since last night, and after he coughed all over the counter [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter decided that this was way too unsanitary. Bean proceeded to scream, howl and then sulk, because he wanted to HEEEEEEEELP!!!! and why couldn't we see that? No amount of explaining that we understood he wanted to help but that he was coughing too much seemed to have any effect. For a while it felt like we were in a Buster Keaton movie with extra sound effects. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter would take Bean off the chair he'd climbed on, he'd scream NO! and climb back up. Lather, rinse, repeat, until finally he gave up and went back to playing with his toys. Right now he has a pretty elaborate set-up involving his train tracks, his MegaBloks, and his Playmobil. I'm not entirely sure what's happening in his imaginary world, but it seems like it's pretty complex.

I have just been granted a sneak peek of the "zebra cake" that [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter is baking. This is a trial run for Bean's birthday cake. It looks super cool, but we'll only be able to tell if it worked when the cake is cut open after baking, which means it will have to wait until after it's decorated. Pictures will likely be forthcoming on Facebook if you follow her there.

In other news, I just got the following very plaintive email from my mother, which I will share for your amusement.

Angel, it's been ages since we saw you for dins. Any chance for this Sunday - or such ? Must discuss our latest catastrophies with you - coffee machine exploded, telly roared shut, toaster jammed, computer crashed & daddy's toothbrush went bald. Help!

Love, Mim


It sounds like they've had quite the week. I'll have to call back and confirm dinner, so that I can get the details of all these disasters.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Serious Face)
Or, in which my dreams are a lot more literal than I'd like, and yet still more awesome than my current life. I think this one was triggered by my alarm clock, but I can't be sure. Either way, in my dream I woke up to the strains of "A Well-Respected Man" by The Kinks and started getting ready to go to work. Only in my dream I was actually Susan Ivanova (see icon), or at least her equivalent in whatever my new dream-universe was. My duties weren't exactly clear, nor did it seem to matter, as most of the dream involved being very annoyed at having to get up so damned early. Ivanova, as I recall, was not a morning person in Babylon 5, either. :) I was kind of disappointed when I woke up and realised that if I wanted to listen to The Kinks then I'd have to fiddle with my playlists on my iPhone myself, rather than have a spontaneous soundtrack to my life. I was still pretty displeased at having to get up at 3:50, so that part of the dream was nicely literal. Also, I am not Claudia Christian, which is a perpetual source of disappointment.

More dreams, cut for length )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sergent)
[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter has been taking a cake decorating class given by Wilton at Michael's Stores (the one in Vaudreuil). It's every Sunday, which means that it's been tricky to schedule babysitting for Bean on the Sundays I'm not home, 50% of the time. Unfortunately the class doesn't appear to be held on weekdays, when Bean is in daycare, because that would make it easier for everyone.

Still, today I am home until the afternoon, so Bean and I will be spending some quality time together over the course of the morning. The last few times we've watched videos on my computer, but I'm hoping that we can find something with less screen time to do. Or at least something that doesn't involve my computer. He has his LeapPad, and if worse comes to worst I'll suggest a movie. We never did finish Sleeping Beauty the other night, so perhaps we shall do that today.

Picture-heavy recap of yesterday under the cut )

Coffee...

Feb. 15th, 2014 09:45 am
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gahoogy hoo!)
For the record, coffee does NOT do to me what is has done to the cat in the icon. I often wish it did, because I feel like I'd be a lot more productive.

First off, in baking news, [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter made Valentine's cupcakes for her French class. We also got cupcakes. Look at this image and tell me you are not jealous. Yes, the chocolate heart is made by hand too, because she's just that awesome.

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More Valentine's Day stuff under the cut )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Winter Is Coming)
I'm sorry, you say I got that wrong? That it's Valentine's Day? *peers out the window* Snow Day seems like a perfectly apt name for it. :P

Happy Valentine's Day for those who celebrate it, whether you're single, dating, married, shacked up, in a polyamorous relationship, whatever permutation of humanity floats your boat. Love is for everyone, and doesn't come purely in the form of romantic love, no matter what the greeting cards would like to have you believe.

The proof is in the pudding, after all. Lots of friends get together on Valentine's Day to do something special. My father always made sure that both my mother and I got a symbolic present on the day, too. It wasn't about being a couple, it was about love, and he loves both of us.

It'll be the same tonight. If I can get through all this snow, I need to run some errands in order to make tonight special. I haven't figured out what I want to make for dinner. It has to be something Bean will eat (hah), but I'd also like it to be a little fancier than our usual fare. I also need to wrap the tiny presents I got. I was going to knit little Valentine's hearts for the two of them, but I think I won't have time. Maybe next time. :)

I keep meaning to get back into knitting, but I haven't yet found a pattern that I like and that will use only the yarn I have in my stash. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter seems to really like her Doctor Who scarf, so at least there's that. I should check my stash again, and see what I might be able to get away with.

Also, in my copious amount of spare time, I'm thinking of trying to learn to draw better than I do now. That's not hard, as I can't even manage basic drawing right now. If I ever manage to get myself out of the house today, I'm planning on a trip to Michael's for stitch holders and for a small drawing pad and pencils. I may borrow [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter's copy of Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain and do some of those exercises (I had my own copy, but a long time ago my cats peed all over it and ruined it. My cats are one of the numerous reasons I can't have nice things.). I wonder if [livejournal.com profile] april_drawing is still taking place? I've been out of the loop.

I miss a lot of the things I used to do before work ate my life. I miss dancing and learning languages. Dancing isn't feasible these days, schedule-wise, but I may look for some language books and see if I can't immerse myself back in German or Italian, or maybe start a new language. Spanish seems a pretty likely candidate. The last time I tried Mandarin was an unmitigated disaster, so I think holding off on that is a better plan.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (A Little Help From My Friends)
I actually got out of the house today, for reasons other than errands! It's been a while since I saw someone who wasn't [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter, not that her company isn't lovely, of course. I just hadn't seen people apart from coworkers since Capricornucopia, which was three weeks ago. I'm trying to not go for long stretches of time in which I see no one, because otherwise I'll become a complete hermit, which is no good for anyone.

Pretty sure my friend is actually on LJ somewhere, but I don't know his handle. Oops? I'll have to ask him next time I remember. It's probably [livejournal.com profile] bullonir, knowing him... *checks* Yep! I am good. Not that he's updated since 2008, but whatever. Anyway, I drove to his place on the South Shore, we had lunch and then went out for coffee and a cupcake at a local cupcake shop. It was delicious. I should upload the photo here to show you, it was gorgeous on top of being super scrumptious. Anyway.

We had a really nice chat. He's my former shift partner from Montreal, the guy who got me into comic books and Breaking Bad, and to whom I introduced Supernatural and Fringe among other things. We geek out over Avengers and things, but we have a lot in common outside our geeky mutual interests. Like me, he was a temporary employee for a long time (and still is, unfortunately), and he has a young family too, so we share many of the same concerns when it comes to the kids' well-being. We also know what sort of toll working shifts takes on our mental and physical health, and on our romantic relationships, too. It's not easy, living with someone who's not there half the time out of necessity, just as it's not easy to be the person who's absent because of work.

So we had a good, productive chat, as well as delicious food. We got caught up on work things and family things and general gossip. He's also a writer, so we touched briefly on how things were going in that department too. All in all, a really great time, and we have a tentative date for the next time we're both off on a weekday to watch the last episodes of Breaking Bad together, since neither of us has seen it yet.

I was going to run some errands in Vaudreuil on my way home, but after an hour's driving I arrived just in time for rush hour, and I realised that if I tried to head to the Smart Centres I would be stuck in traffic for at least another hour if not more, and that I'd be getting home after dinnertime, which is no good. So errands have been postponed until tomorrow morning, and I have pulled dinner out of the freezer. Well, it'll be dinner supposing I don't get "Me not like it!" as a reaction. Bean has been off his food all week due to being under the weather, which has only strengthened his knee-jerk reaction to refuse any food I put in front of him. He's much better about accepting food that Mama makes, but 90% of what I make gets met with "Me not like that/Me not want that!" He's old enough now, though, that he generally doesn't get presented with other options. When he was sick it was a different story, since it was important to get something in him, but in general dinner is dinner, and we're not a restaurant.

This is one of my weekends at home, but as far as I know there aren't any firm plans. I have a game on Saturday (more people! In less than a week! What is happening?), but apart from that I'm not sure. Next weekend we have friends of mine coming for a quick visit with their daughter, who is about a year younger than Bean, and whom I haven't seen in absolutely forever, so I'm looking forward to that a lot.

So, that's today in a nutshell. A little more exciting than my usual fare, am I right?
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (That went well)
What a shitty week this has been. Work continues to light fires in unexpected places and expects me to put them out. I've been doing that for the most part, but the last time they did it I got very fed up and sicced my boss on the perpetrators. He schooled them but good on how message transmissions work, what you can and can't send on which systems and by what designations and under what circumstances. He may have insinuated that a lack of preparation on their part did not, in fact, constitute an emergency on ours. If they didn't plan ahead to make sure that the people they were sending to Faraway Place X had a way of receiving their messages, well, that's really not our problem. We can help to the best of our ability, but we can't perform the impossible.

Oh, and the lack of means to communicate with said people in said very faraway place is directly the fault of the government. Enough said, but it's yet another reason for me to loathe them. Bah.

In much better news, Bean does not have an infection of any kind. Just a cold that is thoroughly kicking his ass. I understand that he is going back to school tomorrow, which is very good for everyone. I'm pretty sure he must be missing his friends and activities, and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter must be looking forward to some time to herself without having him doing Limpet Performance Art on her all day long.

I don't think I mentioned this yesterday, because I believe I posted before it happened. Anyway, I lost my house key for my place in Ottawa on my way to the dentist. This has happened before, as I keep my keys in my coat pocket, and they have a way of falling out sometimes when I sit in the car--something about the angle at which I bend to get in, I guess. With my car keys and regular house keys, this isn't an issue, because they're both on rather large key chains, and my house keys are nestled next to about a dozen other keys, making for a very impressive key ring, all told. My Ottawa house key, on the other hand, is all by itself on a tiny key chain given to me by my landlord. So when it falls, it tends to slip under the driver's seat of the car, which makes it a pain to retrieve. Still, I figured this wasn't that big a deal, as I've contorted myself into shapes that would make a pretzel envious in order to retrieve them in the past.

Except this time, my house key vanished. Into thin air. I have no idea where it could have slid to, but it's gone. I checked the driveway and all other places it might have conceivably fallen, but no luck. I know I heard it fall in the car, too, so I can only guess that there is a tiny opening into The Rift somewhere between my car seats. I spent a good two hours going over every inch of the car, complete with powerful flashlights, and nada. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Zero.

Luckily when I got home this morning my landlord's car was there. I texted him, since it was still pretty early (6am, for those who might be curious), and informed him of the situation and asked if, pretty please, he could let me in. He was still asleep, so I waited outside in my car for an hour and ten minutes until he awoke, showered and dressed and then came to open the door. At least the car was mostly warm, though my toes were slightly frostnipped by the time I got inside.

I'm going to get a new key, and when I do I am going to go straight to the nearest dollar store to get myself one of those spiral keychains that look like phone cords, so that this never happens again. It never occurred to me that my car would eat my danged keys, but now that I know, I can take steps to prevent it from reoccurring.

In other news, for some reason on the computer at work LiveJournal is incredibly messed up. I can't see or edit my tags, there are giant white boxes obscuring my view of a number of fields, and it's rather frustrating to use. I can't think why this is. The computer isn't all that old, it's running Windows 7 (I think), so it's all very perplexing to me. So, apologies if I accidentally use weird tags or something. :P

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Feb. 10th, 2014 12:26 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Reason is a Flawed Tool)
I don't have specific subject matter for today's post, so have a series of unrelated paragraphs!

1- Bean is still sick. It's been six straight days of staying home with Mama now, and I think they're both going a little stir-crazy. I'm told that the doctor can't see him until tomorrow, which means a whole week of being kept home from school, and of [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter not being able to go to school herself as well. At this point it has to be something like an ear infection, which Bean seems to be unable to shake on his own, so hopefully antibiotics will clear that right up. Luckily, Bean is incredibly good about taking his "ear intekshun tedditzin" and so we never have to fight him on that. Small mercies.

2- I have the dentist today. Again. In spite of my insurance I'm sort of running out of money for this. I think that after this the rest of the dental work will have to wait for a while. There's even less money than usual this month. I'm always stressed about money, but when there's less than half the money that I expected coming in, it puts a serious dent in the budget. We're fine for now, but next month's daycare payment is beginning to worry me.

3- I really hope these next two days turn out better than the weekend. I blame the Olympics for how badly shit has hit the fan. Normally nights and weekends are pretty quiet, but I've been putting out fires since Friday, and I am exhausted. It's been a long string of problems that I don't know how to solve, so I've been run off my feet the whole time, and yesterday I left an hour late. 13-hour days are not my favourite thing, let me tell you.

4- My body clock helpfully woke me up at 3:40 this morning. "Time to get up to go to work!" it said gleefully. Of course, today is a night shift. I went back to sleep, but woke every couple of hours until I resigned myself to the inevitable and got out of bed. The morning has been quiet, at least, before I head out to the dentist, but I have a headache building which Advil and Tylenol aren't doing much to shift. I hope it goes away sooner rather than later.

5- There is no spoon. Or a number 5. Sorry. If I think of something else, I'll post again. Might go back to my old ways of multiple LJ posts a day. Shock! Horror! Actually, probably not. I have Twitter now for random thoughts. ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Not A Song)
I know I still owe an entry about my relationship with the French language, but it requires more time and thought than I can devote to it today. It will probably happen this weekend. I know you're all waiting with bated breath.

Bean was much better today, after spending yesterday with a fever that wavered between "low-grade" and "high enough to be very uncomfortable." We can always tell when he's truly under the weather, because he sits still and is quiet. He also got quite clingy and latched onto [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter like a limpet, switching to cling to me only when she got up to go to the bathroom. In the afternoon we watched Casper (the live-action movie) together, and he seemed to enjoy it, though predictably about 50 minutes in he declared the movie "too long" and announced he wanted to watch something else. He was too lethargic to really protest when [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter told him we were going to keep watching, though, and the movie piqued his interest again a few minutes later, so all was well.

In spite of [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter's repeated attempts to get him to nap, he stubbornly stayed awake until about 17:30, when he dozed off in her arms. He roused briefly when she tried to stealthily put him to bed, but went down again pretty easily about half an hour later. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter went out to get more Children's Tylenol (he got one dose before bed, but that was all we had on hand), and of course while she was gone he woke up crying for her. Luckily I was deemed a suitable alternative to Mama for the time being, and he settled again and was fast asleep—though coughing in his sleep, poor bunny—by the time she got home.

Because Bean had an early night, we actually managed to watch three TV episodes in a row! Though, in retrospect, the third one was probably a mistake, as we ended up going to bed later than usual. Still, we caught up on Castle and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (which FINALLY delivered an episode that hit the right notes for me and didn't feel forced or boring or have only one good part) before watching the 200th episode of Criminal Minds almost live.

Today I packed my bags, took the dog out, got George's antibiotics from the vet, and drove to Ottawa. It sounds like very little for a day in which I seemed to run out of time for everything. Bean was, as I said, feeling much better, which was a relief, but also meant he was back to his very energetic and rather loud self. He was not 100%, but still greatly improved. He spent the morning making cards for me and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter. He made hers first, and carefully and spontaneously labelled it "MAMA," which made her go all misty-eyed. It was adorable. He decorated both with aluminium foil hearts which we helped him glue on, and then drew very elaborate pictures on them. Mine had a toilet (don't ask, I don't know), green grass, several doors, and a picture of someone I believe is meant to be me, as well as the aforementioned foil heart and a foil triangle ("A mountain triangle!"). I have brought the card with me to Ottawa, and need to find a good spot for it in my little room.

Being a step-parent rocks. :)

Even though I have no money, I bit the bullet today and bought some new clothes, because all the ones I have that were suitable for more "casual" office wear were nearly 10 years old, faded, misshapen, and had become irreparably stained. No longer office-worthy at all. I managed to find a few items on sale for $9 and a few cute shirts for $19, and hopefully that will set me up for a while. I am keeping my fingers crossed that this doesn't break the bank.

One of my self-improvement goals this year is to sit down and write out a proper budget. Then I need to stick to it and find a way to cut back even further on some of my spending. I think that some of the trouble comes from not having a strict budget when it comes to "extras" like presents and books and DVDs. (The rest of the trouble comes from trying to wrangle a mortgage, car payments, daycare, a 500km/week commute, and a frankly exorbitant monthly rent on an extra room to sleep in for my job, all on my salary and the contributions [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter is able to make, as well as some government money for daycare).

I think I'll save the money talk for a different post. I have Thoughts on the subject, and they deserve their own entry.

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