state of the Laura
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seldneiI got the boy down for an early nap today (thank you, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ursulav, for Dragonbreath, which my child loves enough to make it an effective bribe--"I'll read all the way to the end of Dragonbreath, but you have to come lie down."), but we're all wiped out. The boyo is crashed out, Scott is on his last legs, and I am ... well, really, I function better on barely any sleep than either of the boys do. Which is not to say well, just better than they.
He's doing fine, by the way. Belly's been okay since earlier this morning. Keeping an eye. After the salmonella incident, the doctor wanted to run a few tests, so we await that verdict. I'm not too worried. (Really, I'm more worried that by not being worried, I'm dooming us to another 3am stomach ache. I am ever so rational.)
The Facebook hiatus is actually kind of nice. I don't miss it very much unless I want to procrastinate, but it was never all that good for procrastinating, anyway. I'm spending a bit less time on the internet, too, but then, I'm dealing with a semi-sick Zweeble ... I'd likely not be on, anyway.
Read Anna Dressed in Blood, which I'll probably write about more when my brain works. Also read 7th Sigma, which was not at all what I was expecting, and I mean that in a good way. I would have liked the book in my head, but I wasn't disappointed with the book I got. If you want a sort of episodic science fiction western, then this is the book for you.
This morning, as I was calling the doctor and sitting on hold, Z was watching TV and doing what I call aggressive snuggling. First he held my hand, then he squirmed so he was right next to me, then he slid into my lap, then slid half-off it, then arranged himself so he was leaning against me like I was a couch cushion; he also maneuvered my arm over his shoulder and across his chest so he could play with my fingers in comfort. I found this highly amusing.
Okay. I am going to dry my hair and hit the sack. The bed is calling my name. Keep your fingers crossed that we all sleep tonight.
ursulav, for Dragonbreath, which my child loves enough to make it an effective bribe--"I'll read all the way to the end of Dragonbreath, but you have to come lie down."), but we're all wiped out. The boyo is crashed out, Scott is on his last legs, and I am ... well, really, I function better on barely any sleep than either of the boys do. Which is not to say well, just better than they.He's doing fine, by the way. Belly's been okay since earlier this morning. Keeping an eye. After the salmonella incident, the doctor wanted to run a few tests, so we await that verdict. I'm not too worried. (Really, I'm more worried that by not being worried, I'm dooming us to another 3am stomach ache. I am ever so rational.)
The Facebook hiatus is actually kind of nice. I don't miss it very much unless I want to procrastinate, but it was never all that good for procrastinating, anyway. I'm spending a bit less time on the internet, too, but then, I'm dealing with a semi-sick Zweeble ... I'd likely not be on, anyway.
Read Anna Dressed in Blood, which I'll probably write about more when my brain works. Also read 7th Sigma, which was not at all what I was expecting, and I mean that in a good way. I would have liked the book in my head, but I wasn't disappointed with the book I got. If you want a sort of episodic science fiction western, then this is the book for you.
This morning, as I was calling the doctor and sitting on hold, Z was watching TV and doing what I call aggressive snuggling. First he held my hand, then he squirmed so he was right next to me, then he slid into my lap, then slid half-off it, then arranged himself so he was leaning against me like I was a couch cushion; he also maneuvered my arm over his shoulder and across his chest so he could play with my fingers in comfort. I found this highly amusing.
Okay. I am going to dry my hair and hit the sack. The bed is calling my name. Keep your fingers crossed that we all sleep tonight.
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