Monday, February 21, 2011

Sicky invalid

The inevitable happened, I caught a virus. Preggo women have supressed immune systems, something about keeping the body from refusing the baby. Yay. I got my flu shot this year just in case and managed to make it through the holiday season without getting getting diseased. A testament to my less than friendly personality. It has it's upsides, much to my hubby's denial.

The bad news, I have a cold. The good news, it's not a real bad one. I'm used to ones that make you wear all of the skin off your nose with tissues and every time you lie down you nasal passages drain. You know what I'm talking about right? This one is not so bad. I'm having a hard time with lung capacity. It was already bad since baby is already 18 weeks along and for reasons I won't bore/gore you with my uterus is much farther up in my abdomen then it's supposed to be. I was already having trouble climbing stairs, the cold hasn't helped any. I'm not terribly congested but every time I try and do something, you know, like go potty, I'm practically panting by the time I get there. I keep thinking I've rested enough and try to go do something like make a short Costco run. I can do it. But that's about it for the entire rest of the day. Ah, the superwoman syndrome.

The hubby has been suffering worse than me. He isn't sick but he is off today for the holiday so he got to take care of all the little things that I normally do. Poor man. I passed off the morning school kid drop off to him this morning. Normally the kids would have the day off too but they had a snow day a few weeks ago (totally unheard of out here but hella fun none the less) and they used this holiday as a make up day. Of course the snow day was supposed to be a half day. The make up day? Full day. The hubby doesn't mind taking her to school on the days he has off but I, of course, do things in the morning that he probably is not used to doing. I have this check list of stuff to make sure get done before the kid is dropped off and really, I don't even notice it. The poor hubby, his check list isn't quite so long. So I woke (barely) enough to remind him this morning what needed to be addressed. He got half of it done. Poor man. I was less than gentle with him once I got up and realized he dropped the ball. He had already taken care of my invalid ass all weekend, I think this morning was the last straw. He had already made my breakfast and was in the middle of folding laundry (the laundry he did the day before) and pretty much had had it with me. I don't blame him, my morning self is even worse than my normal bad attitude self. Add to that my illness and I was super fun to deal with. I left to go to work right after and gave the hubby a chance to settle down. I lasted about 30 minutes at work before having to come home. Like I said, super woman I am not. We went to lunch and it was all good. The hubby? He's closer to superman than I am the female version. He was back at the cleaning thing before I even made it home from work.

So here I am, whining on the web about having a cold. While the hubby is hard at work keeping me fully stocked with Airborne and the household running. On his days off. Poor man....

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Daddies and their daughters, a very important relationship


This is a subject I'm always going on about when I hear a woman has terrible choices in men and the resulting crappy relationships. You show me a woman who has crappy taste in men and I'll bet you that she had dad issues. Go ahead, try it sometime. The next time a gf bemoans her crappy relationship history ask her how she got on with her dad. How he treated her, what they did together, if he was around at all. It can be overcome but still, it's important.

All you dads out there do you realize how important it is to be a part of your little girl's life? I know that guys like to play ball with their sons and all but many men just don't get how important their relationship is with their girls. He's the guy who sets the example for all other males in her life. He's the one who shows her how women are supposed to be treated and just how much respect she can expect to get from them. VERY IMPORTANT JOB HERE DADS. Long term ramifications. Seriously.

This past Friday, the Friday before V-day (which I'm not much of a fan of), the girl's school had a "Me and My Guy" dance for the girls and their father (uncle, grandpa, male role model,whatever). It was so damn cute I just couldn't stand it. I was good, I remembered a week prior to make an order for a corsage and boutineer at the florists. Like I said, these are the days when standards are met. The kid needs to know exactly what to expect from a boy taking her to a dance so we're doing this one right. Her daddy doesn't get home until late so I took care of it for him but he's the one who presented it to her so it counts. I was the driver, there's not enough parking at the school for a ton of cars so it was just easier that way. Plus it gave me a chance to see the daddies in their suits and dress shirts and girls all dolled up and excited. It was so damn cute I can't even begin to tell you. Those little girls were SO excited. Their daddies all very indulgent. This was the first year they did this dance and I'm pretty sure the turnout must have been overwhelming. I talked to the PTA mom who helped organize it the month prior. I told her to expect every girl in that school to be there with their dad. The student body didn't disappoint. Much to my delight (and I'm sure that of all the little girls) it seems as though most of the daddies in our school district know how to spoil their little girls. As it should be right?

The kid wanted, specifically, ruby red lipstick. I did her hair and make up, the lipstick is one I have but never wear. Too red! She looked so cute though and it's what made her happy so I wasn't worried about it. The hubby wore his Mickey Mouse tie (yes, those are rows of little gray Mickey heads on that subtle looking tie) and was very happy to leave work early so he could be home in time to take his little girl to her first dance. Beyond cute....