Confessions of a Wayward Diet Goddess

Whoops...I left you all hangin' with suspense on the Hip Hop Abs thing, didn't I? I know! How rude! But I have Reasons! They are such important and good Reasons that they get a capital letter. See?

Set the Wayback Machine, Sherman! (And if you're too young to get that or just don't know what I'm talking about...it was from a cartoon in the 70's and I don't know which one and you can use Google just as well as I can. I never said this was a full-service blog, did I?)

First, quick update on the whole Nick/school thing. The meeting Friday was way less stressful than I had imagined. Basically we signed papers so they could do what they could to help him with the ISATs and that was that. We will meet again on March 11 to work out the details on what else they will do to help him...which will be the IEP. The good thing about the IEP is that if they say they have to give him a blue crayon every Friday for 6 weeks, then they are required by LAW to give him a blue crayon every Friday for 6 weeks. And if they do not, I can sue their butts! HA! Without an IEP, they are not required to do anything special to help him learn. I can give you more info on this once I've actually gone through it. Because you are dying to know, I know!

Also, we had Nick's doctor's appointment for his pre-surgery physical. We got a definite diagnosis of ADHD for him, too. Which was kind of bittersweet to me. It's just so damn hard to hear that your child isn't perfect. I hate that because of the combo of DNA from my husband and me that neither of my kids has a brain that works quite right. It makes me feel like a failure as a mother. /end pity party.

The doc and I discussed some treatment options with one, naturally, being medication. And that's the one that I, cautiously, chose. Cautiously because this is a child that cannot swallow pills without gagging, coughing, barfing, screaming, crying, and sobbing. Those last three are me, by the way. I told the doc of my concerns but she assured me I could open these pills and sprinkle the insides in his mouth and we'd all be happy and rainbows would shoot out my fingertips and elves would bake cookies in the oak tree in the front yard. Well, we don't have an oak tree. The elves ran away. And my fingertips, or any other part of my body for that matter, have yet to shoot rainbows. The whole "sprinkle" idea sucks so far and is about as much fun as giving a cat a bath. But we haven't given up yet!

Hip Hop Abs did arrive safely in the mail on Friday. After they took a wrong turn in Albuquerque...or St. Louis. Whichever. It was very rude of the mailman to toy with me like that at any rate. I arrived home to find that my darling, devious husband hid the package in the oven. Yes, you read that correctly. In the oven. Because it's one place I would never, ever look. And he wanted to surprise me, except the whole "tracking number" thing on USPS totally gave him away. So he pulls out the box, which was quite large for containing only 3 DVDs and some brochure-type stuff, and I see that he's OPENED it. Which I really didn't care about, but to give him some grief --- because that's MY JOB as his wife --- I started fake-ranting and raving at him about opening my mail. And he claimed he thought it was addressed to him because -- as he quickly grabbed the box and frantically searched for something to validate his claim -- it was addressed to....

MAI LING BOX

Yes, my husband is a Chinese woman named Mai-Ling Box. Who knew?

Don't think we've let him forget THAT just yet. We have an almost 15 yr old son. No way will he ever live that down. Alex and I have already decided that when he dies, it's going on his headstone. If you think I'm kidding, think again. I will do it just to amuse myself because that's how I roll.

After I changed out of my work clothes and into something more conducive to working out, I promptly sat down and started reading all the materials that came with my purchase. And then I fell asleep. It was just that riveting, I guess. Or maybe I was just that tired from all the driving back and forth to work, the school, and back to the town in which I work because that's where our pediatrician is located..... So no Hip Hop Abs on Friday.

Saturday morning we all had eye doctor appointments (again, in the town in which I am employed - 30 miles away) and had to be up by 7a to get to the doctor's office in time. We awoke to the delightfulness of the youngest child puking up his guts -- yes, the one that was just at the doctor's office less than 15 hours prior! JOY AND HAPPINESS! He was absolutely burning up and there was no way we could possibly drag him to the eye doctor, but I absolutely needed to go because I was on my last pair of contacts. And I'm selfish. So hubby, Mai-Ling, offered to stay home with Sick Nick while Alex and I got our peepers peeped by the doc. He called their office at 7:30a, and surprisingly enough, someone was in the office and they were QUITE delighted with our decision to keep the sick child home.

So Alex and I spent the morning together and had a great time. We got our eyes examined and neither one of us had a prescription change and my eyes were pronounced greatly improved health-wise and the doc was happy with me - for a change. I got new contacts. Alex is getting contacts on the 21st and he's pretty excited. We offered to let him get them last year but he didn't really care one way or the other, so the doc said it's probably best to wait until he REALLY wants them, otherwise he won't take proper care of them. That doc really knows his stuff! Alex came to the decision he wanted them all by himself, so here we go!

We also went shopping and had fun just hanging out and goofing off together. We got a few things that needed to be taken to my office, one of them being a case of water, so I made him carry it to my office for me! LOL It's great having free teenage help!

I gave him the option of choosing a place for lunch and he could choose any restaurant he wanted. He debated between Taco Hell and a local pizza place and finally ended up choosing McDonald's. Yeah, I know. The logic defies me too. So we had Mickey D's for lunch. Ick.

Saturday evening my chest started feeling all congesty and yuck, but I gave it nary a thought. Because I like to think nary of my chest. Nary. Funny word. I woke up Sunday and my chest was definitely more congested and Sick Nick was still feverish. I did laundry and slept between loads for the most part. We had spaghetti for supper and I promptly threw it up. YAY!

Woke up Monday with a horrible sinus headache and congestion. Which do I treat? Head or chest? Mike felt the congestion was the thing to treat, so I slathered on the Vick's. Mmmmmm....what smells better than VapoRub? I can't tell you right now because I'm still stuffed up. I stayed home from work and slept most of the day. Sick Nick also stayed home and quietly watched TV. Or maybe he ran with scissors and played with matches. He may have bathed the cat, but I couldn't tell you because I was sleeping. Before you snatch up the phone to call child protective services, my husband, Mai-Ling, ALSO stayed home to take care of the two of us. Which I am very thankful that he did because I could NOT have cared for Sick Nick if my life depended on it.

I did drag myself out to my TOPS meeting Monday evening and, very much NOT to my surprise, I lost 5 lbs. It's not a true loss because I ate absolutely NOTHING at all that day. I didn't even drink that much water, so was a combo of dehydration and not eating. The weight will come right back once I feel better. I harbor no illusions otherwise!

Yesterday I returned to work and received my annual evaluation. Thankfully, I still have a job. I addressed an issue with my supervisor that has been bugging me and I'm glad I did. I also told her I'd like to learn more about our web site programming (we're responsible for our own because it's faster than having the Web People do the updates) and that looks like something that may be on the horizon.

And since my husband volunteered me to take care of his friend's racing website, I guess I'd better learn this whole "web design" stuff somewhere! Gah! Can anyone teach me Dreamweaver CS3 in 6 easy lessons? ColdFusion? CSS? What? I learn quickly! I already made 1 change to the dude's site and totally borked something else because I have (almost) no clue what I'm doing. But the dude is happy because his site was updated. It's a racing site and only the guys that race there look at it, so the information is more important than the whole look. It's just my OCD coming out and screaming that the site no longer looks perfect...well, it wasn't perfect to begin with, but it just doesn't look right. *sigh*

And I still haven't done the stupid Hip Hop Abs because I can't breathe when I'm sitting in a chair, let alone hip-hopping all over the living room. I'm thinking my body is more interested in resting than hip-hopping and I should listen to my body talk, my body talk. Sorry, was channeling Olivia Newton-John for just a moment. Hopefully next week I will feel up to it and can give you all the great review that I KNOW you keep coming back to hear. And I just keep you hangin' on!

That is all.

Posted by ~Diet Goddess~ at 9:37 PM |