The past week has passed pretty uneventfully. Not much to write about. Today is Superbowl Sunday. Whee. Not into football, myself, but P is going to his friend's house, where he and a few others will enjoy some girl-free time together. My contribution to this little party is a pan full of kalbi chicken drumettes and a platter of pumpkin cake frosted with cream cheese icing. There will be no leftovers, I guarantee it.
Left to himself, P would show up with a bag of Tostit0s, sans salsa or anything else to dip them in. As a sometimes hostess of events like this myself, I can't let him go empty handed like that. It's the same with company potlucks. I always make sure he has something tasty to contribute. I am Whatawife. Yeah.
B and I will just be hanging together here at home. There's no other place I want to be today. I got my shopping fix yesterday at L0we's, and then the new S4m's Club that just opened down the street from us. It was madness. I spent $150. But I have some new restaurant quality baking sheets and spatulas, enough AA batteries to last us the rest of the year, floodlight bulbs in mass quantity, a huge box of popcorn shrimp, and some other stuff I obviously didn't know I needed until I got there. I can see me dropping some serious cash there on a regular basis.
Tomorrow I have to take B to see an Ear Nose and Throat specialist. She's had what I thought was a swollen gland in her neck off and on since August. It comes and goes. Sometimes it's so big you can see it sticking out of her neck, and then next day you can't see it at all. She can go weeks without it swelling, then all of a sudden, with no other symtoms, there it is. It hangs around a few days, then poof. It's gone. I took her to see her pediatrician last week, and he doesn't see anything wrong with her, besides this intermittent, persistent swelling. I assumed it was her lymphnode--the one that swells when a kid has a sore throat, or some other cold-related infection--just below the jaw, on the right side of her neck. But her doctor said a lymphnode doesn't act that way. It doesn't swell up and go back down in just a matter of a day or two. They swell, and it takes them a while to go back down. B's swelling can happen overnight and disappear just as quickly. So he mentioned it might be a cyst, but she needs to see a specialist. I've been trying not to think about it too much, because I tend to freak myself out by imagining the worst.
So that's tomorrow afternoon. I'll have to leave work early, which I'm sure will be just as well because I can't imagine I'll be in the mood to concentrate much. Of course, B's neck isn't swollen NOW, so I don't know if they'll be able to tell me anything. Maybe she'll wake up with it tomorrow. Kind of sick to hope for that, but this reminds me of the many times I've taken a car into be repaired for something intermittent, only to be turned away because the stupid car wouldn't act up for the mechanic. Couldn't duplicate the problem.
I finally bought the baseboard moulding for our house. What's taking me so long? Lack of motivation, I guess. Once we finished the floors, we were kind of burned out on home improvement projects, so we've been putting it off. But I've got the goods now. Painting them is the first step, then cutting and attaching, then caulking and touchup. It's a process. Will probably require the next several weekends to complete. But then I can get my house in order once again.
Feeling blah right now, so don't plan to start painting today. I just want to stretch out on the couch and watch mindless TV, maybe take a nap, eat some popcorn shrimp, watch Survivor, then go to bed. B has other plans. She can be very persistent. I'd settle for an hour or two of relative quiet, but even that's a long shot. I hate to do it, but I may have to barricade her (with gate) in her bedroom with a dvd for a while, so I can just veg. I doubt she'll suffer any long-term ill-effects.
First, P is expecting a weekend-style breakfast. Yeah, that would be great, wouldn't it? Can't remember the last time somebody fixed a meal for me (at home). Must be nice.
Whiney baby, they name is Whatawoman.
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