How stressful are socks?

A long, long time ago...what feels like a lifetime ago...

A working woman decided to "take back her life". She officially gave up all socks, except black. She decided that all socks in her home would be black and they would all match. One trip to Walmart was all it took. She secretly snickered at all of the people who continued to fill their lives with the stress of finding matching socks. When they were washed, they were jammed into the newly declared "black sock drawer". They were not folded and there was always a mate to be found. Any socks with holes were discarded and a new mate was easy to locate. Thereby, gaining back all of the exaspirating time it took in the morning to locate missing socks and banishing all worn out socks to the trash. And this woman persuaded her beloved to also wear only black socks. And they were happy. Their life was now uncomplicated by socks.

And then a little boy was born.

His socks were not black. They were little bitty socks. They were hundreds of different colours and patterns. They got between the cushions in the sofa. There were argyle and trains and stripes and patterns and cute. They fell off onto the floor and into the street. They consumed her laundry because the mate could not always be located because little socks can become trapped within the recesses of the washer and dryer.

And that woman...well, she had to admit that these little socks were worth all of the effort. Because little socks, they mean little feet. And little feet don't last forever. Especially when your Pa is a size 12.

Black socks,
They never get dirty,
The longer you wear them,
The stronger they get,
Sometimes, I think I should wash them,
But something keeps telling me,
Oh no! Not yet, not yet, not yet.

Rounding it all up

I'm rounding up all of my ex-breastfeeding material. And I figure I'm in the hole by about $1000.00ish bucks. Give or take about $10,000.00 Geesh. That was an expensive deal that really didn't work out.

I'm gathering it all up for resale on ebay (it was either that or give them out as Christmas gifts). Slightly used bra contraptions, creams, lotions, funky pillow, tanktops, pumps and parts, valves and wicked crap that even I'd never heard of. Used prescription of Domperidone and some wilted up cabbage leaves...

And I'm buying a washer and a dryer. I bet I could buy the fancy kind with all of the electronic gizmos with that money. Front load. Maybe stacking ones that place a sweet lulluby for the baby when the load is done.

And I'm starting a club. La Laundry League.

We can get together and obsess about fabrics, soaps, ground in stains, TIDE pens, washing instructions and designer labels. Perhaps I'll turn into someone who actually has time to sort light and dark. Maybe I'll iron. Maybe I won't.

I have plenty of dirty clothes to get the group started. You don't need your own machine or your own laundry. I have plenty to go around. Heck, I'll be a La Laundry Consultant and hang around and show you how to get your first load going.

And the count down begins

Just a few days left before Pa returns to work! Eek! How did a month go by already. I'm sure before I know it...it will be my turn!! Sha had a busy day with visits from Great Aunt Jojo, Grandpa McF and Grandma C. Pa is pretty sure that baby Sha smiled at him this morning and we have spent the day trying to get him to repeat the smiling so we can see it again!

Sha is growing so quickly and I'm hoping to measure him on his doorframe sometime before Pa is gone...waahhh! This time has been amazing and I would recommend it to everyone.

What will we do with the little Turkey when Ma returns to work?!? Any ideas, all? If I could have a Christmas wish, I wish for a daycare to open at the hospital! Oh, and also a gym...cause really...I deserve two wishes this year. Oh, and a housekeeper...why not be greedy?

Sha has been practicing his exercises that we received from his physiotherapist. WE have been referred to a Home Visiting Program to come out to help us with some more ideas for "muscle toning" for Sha. The RT came to visit and recorded Sha's oxygen rates. I can hardly wait until he is allowed to be in a sling or carrier so we can explore the house and do things together!

Ta ta for now,
Ma

I've looked it all up

And from what I can tell nasal prong whistling is the unsolvable dilemma. What time is it? Good god. The solution. Place baby in bathroom with the exhaust fan running at full tilt. (Just kidding...but I heard a friend did this once for some much need ZZZss). Or put him in his own room. Naw. I don't wanna do that. He just moved in. Didn't he?

From what I can tell, I'm an insomniatic mother, with a slight forward tilt towards hypocondria, with an honourary degree from Google University.

Not all my thoughts are original this time of night.

Going to fall into a coma. Get up and macrame my hair with some product to look presentable for the oxygen woman...

Baby is awake and I'm finally tired.

Cursed.

Can't sleep

Because Sha's nasal prongs sound like a dog whistle. Pa can't sleep. Ma can't sleep. Awww..but Sha sleeps. Like an angel, with two dog whistles in his nose. Whistle in, whistle out. It is the sound that really isn't audible until you try to sleep and then no matter what you do, you can hear it, faintly whistling in the background.

Dum-de-dum-de-dum. Wish someone else was awake right now...can't hang out by myself all night long?!? Can I?

Brain is tired. Dark circles forming. Couch sleeping is imminent. Home oxygen appointment tomorrow. MUST be awake for her.

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With Christmas fast approaching (our first Christmas party was last night!), I thought I would share my favourite charity.

One of the reasons I LOVE this charity is that you can donate online with your Mastercard or VISA. It only costs $30.00 CAN and ALL of the proceeds are passed along to children in need. There is no obligation to donate again.

Please consider making an online donation at:

www.scaw.org

If you cannot make a donation, I would like to ask you to pass this website along to your contact groups in your email. It would be one small gesture that could make a difference!

With each donation you will receive a photo and you can give them in someone's name. I think it is the perfect gift. Someday, I hope that I can have the opportunity to join this program in giving out these bedkits overseas.

“I know the difference between being poor in Canada and being poor in Bangladesh. Remember, they have no welfare system, no medicare, and very few charitable organizations in these countries. It is when there is so little hope for people, such as those people in the developing countries, that we must work to improve conditions.”

There is nothing more beautiful than a sleeping child!

Xander and Pa spent the day watching football. And Xander is now peacefully sleeping...we are so fortunate and I can only hope that some of you might be interested in giving to others who have less...