Ugh

Let's see...

I've had a cold all week. Thursday it turned into pink eye, but I was vindicated because it was viral and didn't need the drops my insurance wouldn't cover. (Thanks, union, for screwing up everyone's health coverage!) Friday I stay home from work due to potentially contagious pink eye, learn to take derivatives and shop for our camping trip. Camping trip cancelled because Kitty caught my cold and is running a pretty high at times fever. I'm disappointed. It goes against their written policy, but I wonder if I can find someone nice at the organization who will let me use our payment for another weekend. I was really looking forward to it!

I have to go into work at some point this weekend to make copies and do some paperwork because we're having a big giant inspection on Monday and it would look bad to be winging it when the team came through. Hopefully today, but the nail in the coffin on the camping trip (even if we were thinking of taking K sick, which we weren't) is that T woke up with a migraine.

But, I bought a turkey to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving, which is Monday. I've invited a few friends over for a turkey dinner. I figure more than a month before Thanksgiving is an ok timing in terms of people getting tired of turkey. I'll try and get a little prep done before. I'm not going too crazy--roast turkey, cornbread stuffing (from the Pepperidge Farms mix), glazed carrots, cranberry sauce, and either mashed or scalloped potatos, and gravy. I keep thinking of things I COULD add, but let's just not. Though I am excited about putting the leaf in the dining room table.

Some Kitty vignettes:
Kitty has been a little fragile lately too. She got honestly upset and cried when a dried leaf that she had given T like three times in the last day got crushed.

And then she had a moment the other day when she wanted gummy fruit snacks, and it was too close to dinner. She asked T and he said No, and she came and asked me. I asked her what her daddy said, and she tried so hard not to lie.

"What did daddy say?"
"Yoouuuu can get them!"
"I could, but what did daddy say?"
"But I would reawwy wike some fruit gummy snacks!"
"I know, sweetie."
"Pweeeeeease can I have fruit gummy snacks?"
"I know you asked your daddy. What did he say?"
Then she got mad and stomped her foot and said, "HE SAID YES!"

And then she got a little talk about how if daddy said no, mama agrees, and telling lies doesn't make mama and daddy happy. I don't know if I set her up improperly with the sort of Socratic questioning, but it was very interesting to watch her mind work. Her body language even changed and she faced away from me and was fiddling with things while she was trying to convince me.

The other night Kitty was giving us lessons in sleeping.

"Fust you put da blankie on tight. I will tuck you in! Den you cwose your eyes. Den da fwum!"

"What do you do with your thumb?"

"You suck it in! Suck it in, Mama! Now we go to sweep! Dweam a dweam."

"What are you going to dream about?"

"Animulls. I am going to dweam about animulls. What are you going to dweam about, Mama?"

"Flowers."

"Ooohhh, dat's cooool! Goo night, mama!"

...

"Now it is not sweeping time. Open da eyes. Now I will tuck you NOT in."

I took some more photos of our pumpkin plants, but I'm too tired to deal with the camera now. I'll do it later.

Last...So the living room floor was getting a bit manky, so I got all industrious and spot cleaned all the popsicle drips and random spots and um, the giant red wine spill that instigated the whole cleaning episode. Then I used the carpet cleaner and cleaned the whole floor.

What do I get for my efforts? You guessed it--the spot cleaned spots are much cleaner and stand out like funny not-shadows. *sigh* I should just not even try.