And still, all I can think of to write is Anne Murray, Tom Cochrane and The Guy From Triumph Who Isn’t Either of the Cool Guys But Instead Looks Like A Mortgage Broker all have the same haircut.<\/i> I know this because I tripped over the Juno awards last night and I watched 10 minutes of it. Surprise! Canadian award show: still very bad after all these years! Also, Anne Murray sounded weird. I don’t care if she’s a living legend. She sounded like she hadn’t sung in 5 years.<\/p>\n
What the hell did I do today?<\/p>\n
1. Got up too early. I am frantically reading Babycatcher <\/a><\/i>because it is the best book to read in the last 2 weeks before birthing a baby. Seriously. It’s chapter after chapter of quirky, fun, “women are incredible” labour stories as told by a midwife named Peggy Vincent. There are a couple of sad stories too. But mostly you want to raise your fist to the sky after every chapter. I read it at the end of my pregnancy with Trombone and this go-round at the library I picked up another book by another midwife but it was the opposite of Babycatcher.<\/i> It was all miserable stories about hospital births gone wrong and how they would have been better with a midwife. Possibly. Not good for the insomnia, though. So I took it back and got the one I wanted. Anyway, I was reading last night until well after 10 pm which is, itself, well past my proper bedtime. Thusly, 6:15 this AM came awful harsh. I couldn’t figure out why last week’s trumpeting of sunshine out my butt had changed so abruptly into sour old man breath in my face. After an afternoon nap, I got me sunshine back. Also, the rain stopped, which was nice.<\/p>\n 2. Went to the library again. Twice in one week. Trombone found the room of toddlers listening to storytime somewhat alarming so we steered clear – and clear again when he headed for the copy of Manga Hamlet (Um?) – straight to the oversized story books and then to the videos for a copy of the once much-hated and now much-wanted “tiger movie” (so named because it has a tiger on the cover) which teaches you how to count to 5. Three weeks ago I took this movie out thinking he would love it and he cried all the way through. Today when I said, “Let’s go to the library,” he said, “Yes! Tiger movie!” Go. Fucking. Figure.<\/p>\n 3. Let a man into my house and he fixed my dryer oh sweet happy day. The cloth diapers will no longer be crunchy from drying on a rack. Not that I really care, because I don’t wear cloth diapers. And just think of all the energy we saved by not using our dryer since the middle of January. Just think! OK, done thinking now. Thanks.<\/p>\n 4. Made dinner.<\/p>\n 5. Played an elaborate and very extended game of “mummy cried too!” where I pretend to cry, Trombone comforts me and then I have to say, “Is Trombone sad?” and give him a hug and then I have to say, “Don’t be sad! Be happy!” and then he shrieks and usually trips over something in his excitement.<\/p>\n 6. Read “Bunny’s Noisy Book” 5 times. <\/p>\n 7. Just now I am drinking an orange soda and watching my abdomen undulate accordingly. Hippo is low, low down but I do not believe its birth is imminent. That’s for all of you who are just checking back for photos. Give it another week, I think. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" And still, all I can think of to write is Anne Murray, Tom Cochrane and The Guy From Triumph Who Isn’t Either of the Cool Guys But Instead Looks Like A Mortgage Broker all have the same haircut. I know … Continue reading