Bullets of Sweat

  • It’s hot. And it is going to get hotter.
  • We spent three hours at the pool today. We all looked like prunes by the end of the afternoon.
  • The kids have quite a tan going. Despite the fact that I liberally apply 50+ sunblock multiple times a day.
  • I am sporting a nice burn on one patch of my back because apparently C is not quite as good a sunblock spreader as he claimed. Ouch.
  • Speaking of sunburns, remind me once school starts that I am long overdue for a trip to the dermatologist’s…
  • And speaking of skin, A’s hives are still coming and going. My latest theory is cleaning products, so I’m on the hunt for natural cleaning solutions.
  • Or, I could just not clean. Now THAT is a tempting solution. No hives AND no scrubbing toilets. Almost a win win except for the fact that it would get gross around here in mere seconds.
  • I have managed to keep the house picked up all week though…
  • Wait, it’s only Tuesday? Never mind. Not quite as impressive an accomplishment.
  • How are we going to spend the rest of the hot, hot week? I mean, besides alternating between turning the AC on because it is just.too.hot. and then turning it off because of a panic over what the electric bill will look like at the end of the month…
  • Perhaps we will head to the mall for a walk and let the air conditioning bill be on them…

The big questions in life

If one has to drive 20 minutes to get to a green dry cleaners, is one really making an environmentally conscious choice? Opinions are seriously desired here….

See Chichi Run

It will amuse those who know me to find out that I, Chichimama have taken up running. Not marathon style running like some I know, but plod along on the treadmill or around the neighborhood at a whopping 5.5 miles an hour for 20 minutes style running. After you get off the floor and stop snickering, you might ask with a rather quizzical look on your face, “WHAT on earth possessed YOU, one of the LEAST athletic people we know, to RUN?” Let me tell you, I’m as perplexed as you.

I’ve been fairly religious over the past year about getting some form of exercise in at least three days a week, and over the last three or four months it has been closer to five or six days a week. First I walked, then I walked hills. Then I walked hills faster. It got to the point that no matter how I walked, I wasn’t feeling like I had exercised. And that made me, well, grumpy. Apparently I have gotten addicted to exercising. (Yep, keep on laughing. Get it out of your system…)

So one day as I was walking along as fast as my short little legs could go, I thought “I bet running would be easier than trying to walk this fast.” So I tried it. And I could run! Not far, not long, not fast, but I ran a good ten minutes before my inner thighs called for mercy. I finally felt like I had exercised again. Ever since then, I have been trying to run a little bit longer every other day. Today I got up to 25 minutes. I KNOW! ME! Running for 25 minutes! I didn’t even do that in high school when I was on the field hockey team!

This afternoon I even found myself looking for a 5 or 10K to train for, but apparently I have pretty much missed race season in my neck of the woods, and I’m not SO crazy to do one that I’m going to shlep any further than the next town over to complete said race. But still, just the fact that I was considering such a thing makes my head hurt.

One of these days I might even lose the rest of this baby weight I’ve been lugging around for three years now. Maybe.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time there was a blogger named Chichimama. This blogger was not a great blogger, but she did manage to write, every once in a blue moon. Then this blogger got lazy, or perhaps a bit depressed, or maybe a bit anxious, or perhaps, just perhaps, a little paranoid about her ability to write and her propensity to whine. And so, slowly, Chichimama the blogger stopped writing.

But Chichimama missed writing. And she missed having a record of her life (even if it was a bit whiny at times). So one day, while her fairy godmother was at the grocery store (a girl can dream, can’t she?), Chichimama decided that she would try very, very hard to write, at least every other day. And she wouldn’t beat herself up if the writing wasn’t perfect, or if it tended to sound a bit whiny. Totally unrelated, she also decided that her husband might be right, and life with the air conditioner actually on was nice, once in a blue moon.

The End.

Overheard in the kitchen

Chichimama and M hover over the fruit fly trap, created courtesy of the pixies over at Phantom’s.

M: “Wait! One’s headed in! In you go little fly, in you go. YES!”

M pauses, and looks up.

M: “Our life has gotten really, really sad if the highpoint of our week is watching fruit flies die.”

Chichimama: “I dunno, LOOK at all the flies in there! This is awesome!”

M: “What have we become???”

(And yes, Phantom, this is why someone was trolling through your archives looking for info on fruit flies yesterday…).

Overheard from the bedroom

C: “MOM!!!! I heard a funny noise! Twice!!!!”

Chichimama: “What did it sound like?”

C: “A pterodactyl!”

Chichimama: “Huh. Are the dinosaurs still living?”

C: “Well, no…”

Chichimama: “Then I bet it was just a bird in the tree outside your window.”

C: “THAT is a BORING explanation!”

Chichimama: “So sorry, but it is STILL bedtime.”

C: “Humph.”

And I’m done

My husband is a good, good man. See the comments for details…

Capital L Loser

I didn’t go at midnight to get my Harry Potter book. The thought never even crossed my mind. The nice Fedex man (or UPS man) will deliver it to me today sometime. But now that everyone has their books and is reading them, I feel rather left out. So I am haunting the front hall in hopes that the book arrives before I have to take C to a birthday party. Fat chance, I know. So don’t mind me, I’ll be very late to your commenting parties. And I now have to put myself in media isolation until I finish it….

Hives, Hives and More Hives

A’s hives are back. Gah. I am just blogging about it because the blog has actually served as a pretty good record for the doctor as to when it happens. She seems to be coming down with a cold, lending to the hives when sick theory, but then M left a plate with a peanut butter covered napkin out on his desk yesterday that A discovered before I did, making things a bit murkier.

We have also been around kids eating peanut butter sandwiches all week. I am not one to tell other parents what to do or not do, but the other day I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking if the child who eats everything really had to have a peanut butter sandwich while sitting right next to A. And when I quietly move her to another seat, the parent in question got miffed about the whole thing.

I can’t wait until the child turns four and we can do the tests for nuts. And while we are at it, I might have them test C for tree nuts while we are in there as I realized today that he has never had one because of our avoidance of such things with A.

When Discipline Fails

Chichimama: “That’s IT! No TV and no computer for the rest of the day!”

C: “THANK YOU Mommy! I didn’t want to watch TV today anyway! I wanted to play construction!”

Later in the day:

Chichimama: “That’s IT! I’m turning on the timer and if the construction site isn’t cleaned up by the time it goes off, there will be no extra books at bedtime!”

C: “THANK YOU Mommy! I’m really tired and I didn’t want an extra book tonight anyway!”

Chichimama: (under her breath) “I give up. I really, really do.”