Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Well, I didn't think I would have anything worth blogging about today. I guess one never knows. I did have to work today, which is unusual since I work very part time. Today I was watching kids whose parents were at a school music programme.
Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal at all. There weren't all that many kids, and some of them I know quite well, because I have babysat for them many times. But it was just one of those days.
One little girl, who is never any trouble at all, had evidently been drinking a bit too much. Drinking water, juice, or milk, mind you. At all events, she peed a LOT. She not only filled her pull-up, she overflowed it. There was urine down her pants, soaking her socks and shoes, and there was a huge puddle on the floor. In all the years I have been babysitting, this is the first time I have had a puddle of pee on the floor.
What was worse was that I was just in a fifth-grade classroom - no sink, no toilet, not even any hand sanitizer. Luckily there were Clorox wipes, plus of course a clean pull-up and baby wipes. We wiped down the floor with paper towels and Chlorox wipes, I changed her pull-up, and pants, and crisis number one was over. Though we had no place to put the resulting trash...
Next, her little brother, who is not used to being away from his mom, decided it was time to start some serious crying. My son, who was helping me, is totally grossed out by snot and drool, and this little guy was producing copious quantities of both. I took him, did what I could to console him, and started using equally copious quantities of Kleenex to wipe up the snot and drool.
Meanwhile, a mom dropped off her little boy, who was really no trouble compared to the others, but who was fast - amazingly fast - and who was into absolutely everything, so he required a lot of watching. I got pretty miffed when his mom, after leaving him for over half an hour (of a one-hour concert), took him out without bothering to pay us. Sadly, not so very unusual. The rates were clearly listed, everyone knew what the cost was supposed to be - but my son and I were too busy to go chasing after her to try to force her to pay. I'll admit it makes me not all that willing to do it the next time I'm asked.
Then, while the unhappy little guy was still crying and producing bodily fluids, another (very sweet) little guy created, shall I say, a rather bad smell in his diaper. I don't mind changing diapers, but it is kind of hard to do while holding and cuddling another child. And did I mention that the same son who dislikes drool isn't all that fond of poop, either? But he decided that, of the two, he'd rather deal with the drool, so I got the diaper and he got the unhappy baby.
By the time the concert was over - and the whole thing was just under an hour! - I was wilting. My son and I cleaned up, the janitor was informed that new trash can liners were needed in the fifth-grade classroom, and we headed home. I'm not sure I've ever had one hour with that many crises before. And I got paid...$12. Definitely not sure if it's worth the trouble.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
I am soooooo tired. This evening all my kids drove off to visit their dad, and I decided it was time to wrap presents. Oh, my goodness....I feel as though I wrapped about six hundred of them. It was never ending. I was wrapping things I had bought, but also things my siblings had bought and had sent here directly, mostly from Amazon.
And just when I thought the end was finally in sight, I went out to the car to get one last present...and there were two more boxes sitting on the front step! Boxes from Amazon, full of more presents waiting to be wrapped. I am about ready to strangle my brother and his wife, who seem to be singlehandedly keeping Amazon in the black this year, and who didn't have to wrap a single present themselves! (Just kidding)
So, I did all this wrapping, cleaned up the mess, put all the wrapped presents away, brought down tons of dirty laundry (after all, I was coming downstairs anyway), and sat down to get online and rest for a few minutes...when, boom, the kids got back home. Sigh.
I have to work tomorrow and Thursday, but I am really looking forward to Friday. I think I just may make some truffles!
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Christmas has been sneaking up on me. I am definitely losing my focus. I thought I had bought all the presents I needed to, and I thought I had wrapped all the presents that needed to be mailed out of town, wrapped, packed in a box with lots of styrofoam peanuts, sealed, addressed, and mailed said box. And I did do that. But as I was patting myself on the back for getting it all done, I remembered two or three more presents that should have been wrapped and mailed in that box...but weren't. Grrrrrrrr.... Now I either do more wrapping and packing and mailing, or I just let it go, figuring that they were small gifts and I can send them next year.
Except for the fact that they are little jars of hand creams and lotions, and I very much fear that they won't keep for an entire year.
Meanwhile, my house is a wreck, even though I had extensively cleaned not that long ago. It is a wreck because my son came home from college, and he just dumps everything in the middle of the living room, where he leaves it until I either move it myself, or we have a big enough fight about it that he decides it isn't worth the grief. I just don't know why it always has to be this way. I love my son. But he is a complete slob, and I just HATE fighting and arguing and yes, screaming at him to get him to pick up his stuff. Nor do I think it is right for me to clean it all up, especially since he will just be angry with me for putting it in his room. Why? Because his room will then be so crowded with stuff that he won't be able to walk across it.
Where is the Christmas spirit in all that? Hiding, for sure. I also very much fear that I have put on extra pounds already, when the month is barely half over. I have GOT to get on track. Today I bought tons of healthy veggies and fruits at the farmer's market, but even with those I need to be careful not to overdo it.
OK, gripe over. I am glad, glad, glad that my two college students are back home with me. I am glad that my shopping is over. I have even written the rough draft of the Christmas letter I put in with my cards. So things have been accomplished. We will probably buy a tree tomorrow. If you wait until close to Christmas and buy your tree at Lowe's, they are marked down to super cheap. I think we paid less than $10 last year. Now, it wasn't a very pretty tree, but once it's decorated, it doesn't matter all that much.
And I am planning my meals for the week, and there will be lots and lots of veggies in them - beets, kohlrabi, eggplant, sweet potatoes, small red potatoes, carrots, cabbage - all from the farmer's market. I also bought some local grapefruit, and my orange tree is just loaded with pretty oranges. If I get to them before my son does, that is.
Now I am starting to feel a little better about Christmas. The first party is tomorrow (Boy Scout party), and I just need to focus on my goals and then I won't overdo the food.
Thursday, December 06, 2012
Well, the stress of the season - or something - has gotten to my immune system. I am generally pretty healthy and don't usually get sick more than once or twice a year, usually for just a couple of days. In fact, I was patting myself on the back for this just a little while ago. You know...Wow! I am great! I don't ever get sick!
Like I have that much to do with it really.
So...I started coming down with a cold last Sunday morning. It never got really bad, it just made itself at home in my body and decided to hang around for awhile. I had to work this evening (of course!) and I started to feel really bad this afternoon. I managed to get through work pretty well, hopefully without sharing my germs with anyone else, but right now I am feeling like a steam roller ran over me.
And, instead of taking some strong meds and going to bed, here I am typing up a blog! Yes, my priorities are definitely in order. ;-)
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
I have written before about a research study I participated in recently. I have actually done quite a lot of similar studies for this same research institute. There is a small incentive payment (but it's a lot of money for someone like me who is always struggling financially), the requirements have never been onerous, and I always get information about my weight, bone density, etc.
Today there was a brief seminar to explain what our study results meant. I hadn't really looked at them all that closely before. The result for me of looking closely at the results was major depression. (Not in a medical sense.)
My bone density is currently in the 'green' area, which means in the normal range. However, it is just barely in the green area, and certain critical areas of bone are well into the 'osteopenia' range (spine, pelvis). In addition, it is on a downward trend. I am not that old! If things don't change drastically, I will have severe osteoporosis by the time I'm 70, if I live that long. The only part of my skeleton that has decent density is my arms...and they are not terribly critical to my mobility, independence, etc.
To top that off, my weight/obesity problem is worse than I had realised. Most people, looking at me, would say that I am fat, but I am not sure all that many would call me obese. Which I am by BMI, for sure (32).
However, my body fat percentage was measured by the DEXA test, which we were told is the only truly accurate measurement of body fat. Every other method - calipers, even the 'bod pod,' provide just estimates. And, just to made bad worse, the DEXA test measures body fat consistently quite a bit higher than all the other, estimating methods. Well, they did a whole bunch of tests, and determined that the higher, DEXA numbers are right.
And...my body fat percentage is 50.4%!!!! That is appalling - even though I know I'm fat, I did not think it was that bad! More than half of my weight is just...fat. And, again making bad worse, my abdominal fat was measured at 53% of my overall fat.
I am still digesting (pun sort of intended) the meaning of all this. On the plus side, my fasting glucose measurement was well within the normal range. Whatever my other problems, at least at this point I don't have diabetes.
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