I’ve flown with Cooper several times. While we’ve had a few dicey situations, overall he’s pretty good on a plane. I know all the tricks in order to assure success: plenty of food, drink, toys and other distractions. However, when I unexpectedly had to go to Florida the other week alone with a now-walking Cooper, it was a whole new world.
Matt Logelin must be some sort of crazy voodoo magician, because holy Christ, traveling with a mobile child is an entirely new level of stress that I was wholly unprepared for. I mean, yes, I was logistically prepared, and I knew the fact that Cooper was busy cutting three molars may complicate matters, but what I didn’t expect? What I didn’t see coming? Was lining up for our flight and having Cooper running away from me. To the point where I couldn’t see him. In a busy international airport. And then I died.
A baby trapped under a blanket. Of course, he doesn’t always think it’s so funny, but luckily I caught one of the times that he was actually having a good time:
(You should probably turn your volume down at the beginning of this– I get pretty high-pitched.)
I’m a terrible singer, and I’m sure if I took voice lessons, I would improve, but let’s be honest: I’m just this side of tone deaf, and I’m never going to make it on American Idol (also, because I am old. To wit: As I was writing this sentence, I pulled a six-inch-long grey hair off of my cardigan. I may as well be sipping Metamucil as I punch this into my typewriter).
I’m also a terrible runner, for many reasons. I have no pace, I’m pretty sure I put all of my weight on the left side of my body, and my sports bra does things to me that the picture above illustrates. I took that photo after I got back from the gym, to document my abuse at the cold hands of the treadmill. The sore was just forming then, and as the days went on it started to ooze. The whole thing was awful and hurt like hell.
I’m not good at technology. If you’ve read my Twitter feed lately, there’s been a lot of talk about this fact. I spilled wine on my Macbook a few days before Christmas (luckily I acted fast and put it in rice for three days. Everything is fine), and last weekend, my iPhone went for a swim. Unfortunately, I did not act as quickly in that case, and despite the fact that my phone spent several days nestled in a bowl of white rice, it hasn’t recovered.
Now, $350 later, I’m waiting for AT&T to deliver my new refurbished 3GS, and I’m researching iPhone cases. I thought I’d be able to get some sort of heavy-duty case that may not be completely waterproof, but would at least be water-resistant. Unfortunately, they apparently don’t really exist. So now I’m kind of at a loss. I do need a more heavy-duty case than what I had been using, but I’m not quite sure which one would be the best.
So I put it to you: if any of you guys have experience with a really good, protective iPhone case, please let me know. I would really like for this phone to make it until the end of my contract and fix my reputation as an electronic serial killer.
Christmas morning: an appropriate time for pajamas.
No, literally. I am doing a poll on this. Here’s the situation: I work from home, and thanks to the fact that I got very little done this weekend, I have a ton of work to do today.
Here are the positives:
-I’ve actually gotten a lot done.
-I have eaten two actual meals, instead of five cookies here, and a piece of toast there.
-I have showered.
Here are the negatives:
-I haven’t left the house other than to walk the dog.
-When I finally showered at around 2 PM, I immediately changed back into a pair of pajamas.
Sure, showering only to change back into pajamas is kind of sad, but isn’t the important part that I showered in the first place? I think so. What do you think?
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