Grumpy

I'm grumpy. Consider yourself warned. And, this post is gonna be all over the place because that's my life today. And no pictures because I just don't have the patience for it today. Yep. It's like that.

Isn't it funny how we adults can wake up and be grumpy and in a bad mood just because but when a baby is off and grumpy we have to try to find a reason for it? Teething, bad nap, teething, hungry, teething, over stimulated, teething, under stimulated, teething, overtired, teething. Did I mention teething? Anyway- I find it interesting that we can't just let a baby have a bad day because of... nothing.

In case you were wondering, I DO have reasons for my bad mood today. In no specific order, here's what's causing my grumps...

1. My sister, who lost her job in a mass layoff over a year ago, did not get a job she phone and in-person interviewed for. She REALLY, REALLY wanted it and it just breaks my heart into 10 million pieces to hear her sad and disappointed. This is really the biggest & maybe only reason I'm REALLY grumpy today. Had this not happened, I imagine the other things would have rolled off my back. But, it did happen. It  SUCKS sooooo bad and it happened. So, the other things didn't roll off. They pissed me off way more than rationally allowable. What are they? Let's move on and find out...

2. My new iPhone (don't get excited... it's not the NEWEST iPhone... I don't roll like that) was delivered yesterday but since I don't sit home all day, everyday I missed delivery so I had to go pick it up. AND, I had to wait a WHOLE EXTRA DAY to get it. Woe is me.

3. I finally picked up the new iPhone from FedEx today and then decided to stop by Verizon to ask why I didn't get the trade in your old phone for a free new iPhone 6 deal they're advertising. After waiting OVER AN HOUR at the Verizon store with an 11-month old they basically tell me it's because I came in like 2 days before the deal started and that even though they're CURRENTLY advertising the deal, the deal is over and can't be given out anymore. SAY WHAT? I legit asked them to re-explain it like 12 times because it makes no sense. No explanation was any better. I left even more pissed off and confused.

4. More iPhone fun. Yes, I realize this is SUCH a first world problem. I get that. I'm a terrible, materialistic person. Got it. Let's move past that so I can keep bitching. I get home to activate my new iPhone, which the people at Verizon said would be OH SO EASY, only to find out that you have to call a number to activate your new phone. So, what's the problem? Your current phone has to be off. And your new phone isn't activated. So, you need a DIFFERENT phone. We don't have a landline, so I have to wait for the Hubs to get home from work. ARGH! Yes. Yes, I am making a GIIIIAAAANNNNNT mountain out of a molehill.



Pity party, Party of 1. Right here.

Ok, I'm done bitching and moaning. For now.

Hand, Foot, Mouth (Not to be Confused with Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes)

Yesterday, Bailey and I spent a whoooooole lot of time (like, HOURS and HOURS) like this...

While this may not look like anything abnormal, if you knew Bailey, you'd know this is craaaazy for her. Girl is ALWAYS on the go. She is simply NOT a cuddly baby. So, when she kept wanting to lay on me and fell asleep on me over and over and wouldn't let me put her down without crying the saddest cry, I knew something was up.

I gave her some Tylenol, as she was burning up and continued on. After several more hours trapped to a chair with a sleeping baby on my chest, I took her temp and it clocked in at 99.7. Not the highest, but she did have drugs already, so a little high. I assumed teething. Girl has been drool central lately, wasn't eating great, and had her hands in her mouth constantly.

She went down for the night pretty well last night, though then we had a 4am wake up, which is not like her. I nursed her and she went back down, so it wasn't too bad. Still, I thought teething.

Then, this morning when I went to get her, in the light of day, I saw this...

 

Red bumps all over her mouth. And a few on her feet and a couple scattered elsewhere on her body.

I knew immediately it was Hand, Foot, Mouth (HFM). According to the CDC:

"Hand, foot, and mouth disease is a contagious viral illness. It commonly affects infants and young children."

 

"Symptoms usually begin with a fever, reduced appetite, sore throat, and a feeling of being unwell. A day or two after the fever starts, painful sores can develop in the mouth. A skin rash with flat red spots may also develop on the palms of the hands and soles of the feet. Sometimes a rash also occurs on the knees, elbows, and buttocks. This rash may blister but won't itch."

(source)

 

 

Fever? Check. Reduced appetite? Check. General feeding of unwell? Check. Skin rash with flat red spots? Check.

 

I knew right when I saw her that it was HFM. I worked at a daycare for a summer and kids there got it semi-frequently, so I've seen it before. Just to be sure, I did a google search and B met most the criteria and looked just like the pics. Awesooooome. I called her Doc just to be sure and they said it sounds just like it. Plus, the doc said it's going around like WILDFIRE right now. Greaaaat.

 

There's no treatment or drugs, as it's a viral illness. I can help her feel better with Tylenol, but that's it. Nothing a doc can do. It's just gotta run it's course. B's in better spirits today and has no temp, so that's great. You have to be fever free (w/o drugs) for 24-hours before you're not contagious anymore, so B and I are apartment-bound all day today. FUN.

What's one to do when stuck inside all day with a sick baby?

 

Clean ALL THE THINGS and make a big batch of homemade pasta sauce, obviously.

 

So, that's my life today. Fingers crossed the Hubs and I don't catch it because as crabby as B was, I feel like he or I would be a whooooole lot crabbier if we get it and adults most definitely can catch it. FINGERS CROSSED.

 

Hope your day's going better than ours! Happy Wednesday!!

Unplanned Leave of Absence

I interrupt your day to briefly explain my unplanned leave of absence.

Hot tea. Tissues. And a baby playing alone. Yep, I've been sick. And, the baby got sick (of course). And, the Hubs got sick. It's been one fun time around these parts.  We're all starting to feel a bit better, but between the plague hitting our house and a trip to St. Louis and, well, life-- blogging has taken a back seat. Don't worry-- I'll be back soon. :)

I Had a Bad Day

 

Yes, yesterday was one of THOSE days. One of those days when you wake up and immediately feel like crap. Not sick-day crap. Just CRAP. Nothing looks right, bad hair day, make up doesn't look the way it usually does, you swear you see love handles over your pants (even though yesterday with the same pants it was fine), shirt is too tight, suddenly breakout all over your face... just one of THOSE days. 

Now, I should note-- it's THAT time of the month where THOSE days are to be expected... but, still.

My alarm went off at 5am and I KNEW I wasn't going to get up. In fact, the night before I caught myself thinking "if I'm too sore tomorrow i'm not going to the gym in the morning". When I think that-- I KNOW nothing good is going to come next.

 

So, I snoozed it and slept in. Not the end of the world. I was, in fact, VERY, VERY, VERY sore. VERY. I decided I wouldn't even workout after work-- that I'd take my rest day Wednesday. No biggie.

Yet... somehow, it still quickly became one of THOSE days.

Nothing fit right. I couldn't get my hair to cooperate. I was running late. Spilled coffee. The full deal.

But, alas-- I did get to work in one piece eventually. Only to come face to face almost immediately with someone who brought in doughnuts. OF COURSE. I COULD HAVE resisted. I know this. I COULD HAVE just said "No thanks!" and went about and had my still yummy but SO much healthier Greek yogurt. But, did I? Ha. Not even close.

1 doughnut down.

Then, I had a work thing come up that made me work through lunch and before I knew it it was 12:45pm and I teach a class from 1-2:15pm. DANGER.

Rational Meagan could have grabbed one of the emergency Luna or FiberOne bars I keep in my desk on the way to class. But, did I? Ha (again). Not even close.

See, since today was the last day of class (minus the final), I brought in mini cupcakes and mini brownies FOR MY CLASS. Yeaaaah.

About that. By the time class was over I ate 3 mini cupcakes and 2 mini brownies. Yup.

I honestly don't even know how it happened. I don't even remember my hand continuing to go for all that chocolaty goodness. I just know I was SO HUNGRY (turns out a doughnut at 8:30am will not hold you over til 1:30pm. Shocking, I know.) and it was there.

By the end of class my stomach was revolting. SO MUCH SUGAR. I felt nauseous and SO GROSS.

And yet.... still hungry. Awesome.

LUCKILY, I brought a salad to work that so I figured eating some greens might help balance things out.

So, you'd think by this point in the day I would have realized how much CRAP I had eaten all day and call it quits on the sugar for the rest of the night, right? Ha (again). WRONG.

I got home and did some errands around the house and by the time I sat down for dinner it was close to 7. I had a decent dinner-- brown rice and some sausage (aka- random left overs). But, by 7:45pm I was back in the kitchen. Not because I was hungry. I wasn't. But, I was BORED. And all I could think about was COOKIE DOUGH. WHY???? I have no idea.

 

Now, we don't just keep cookie dough in the house so most people would just think "Oh! I'm shit outta luck. No cookie dough for me." I'm not most people.

I MADE myself a small (really, it was small. I promise!) bowl of cookie dough by just throwing together some flour, sugar, brown sugar, egg white, butter, salt and chocolate chips.

Half way through the bowl I literally heard myself thinking "STOP EATING MEAGAN. Your tummy is already yelling. TOO MUCH SUGAR TODAY. You KNOW better. PUT THE BOWL DOWN." Did I? Ha (again). I mean, you know me better than that by this point in the story, right?

Needless to say, I did not put the bowl down. I finished it. And felt sick. And grumpy.  So, what's the point of all this rambling? Good question. I had a bad day. I continued to make poor choices ALL DAY. I let the day staring crappy dictate my entire day. I knew better. I didn't care. It was simply a bad day. But, ya know what? It was one day. It was one crappy day, sure. But, it was ONE day. One lone bad day. Today is a new day with a whole new chance to be a great, amazing day. One bad day doesn't have to lead to another bad day or a bad week or a bad month. One bad day will not ruin the good day before it or negate the good day after it. No one has no bad days.  Sometimes, especially in the blogging world, I think there's SO MUCH PRESSURE to be "perfect" all the time. To never had bad days. To never not care.  Screw that. I am not perfect. I could not be farther from perfect. I have bad days. More than every once in a while. I have good days. I have days where I just don't care and I eat like total crap. I have days where I DO care and still eat like total crap. I have days where I eat pretty good. I have days of every size, shape, and color. I am not perfect and I never will be.

It is what it is. And, I am 100% ok with that.