What is the point of being here at work? There were 4 cars in the parking lot I use. In the front circle, which is always packed with cars, there were 0 there today. I was "supposed" to be here at 8am of course, and of course, that didn't happen. Besides, I'm the only one here today from my dept., so I took my administrative privilege and let myself come in close to 10 am. I'm still sick anyway, and had yet another rough sleep last night. This is getting way old, as it's been over a freakin' week now. Fortunately (I guess) yesterday in my pill stash I found a prescription bottle of something that looked suspiciously like something that might help me, and I phoned little brother--who will be starting pharmacy tech school next month!--and he verified that yes, I should be taking the pills I found, and be taking lots of them. It's a combo of guafinisen and dextrom, or a mucus thinner and a cough suppressant, so we'll see if it helps or not. Not sure yet, but my voice is finally getting somewhat back to normal, and this a.m. (WARNING: do not read the following if you are easily grossed out. This means you, P. in VA) I sneezed out the biggest, yellowest mucus plug I have seen in a long time. It was the size of a small lizard, no joke. No wonder I couldn't breathe all night.
So, Christmas. Well, we celebrated all weekend long, and Sunday was the day we opened our gifts with the baby. Poor DH had to go into work early so we were up early at 7:30 am. The baby and I spent all morning playing, and then we made pancakes, then played some more. Fortunately, DH split work early and got home around noon-ish, and he had some more gifts for the baby and a dozen rainbow roses for me. Nice! It's been awhile since I got flowers! Then the baby wanted to go to her room to watch one of her new movies, so while she was up there DH and I opened our gifts from each other. I got: the Little Mermaid DVD, the brand of gloves that the wrestler Rey Mysterio wears, the DVD of Season 1 of 21 Jump Street (funny!), a DVD of a movie about the serial killer John Wayne Gacy (the killer clown), an amusing bling-bling rhinestone pendant w/spinner (I'll wear it to wrestling in January), and a cute brown t-shirt with a pirate ship and skull and crossbones. DH got: the wrestler Carlito's brand of workout shorts, DVD of the Best of Phil Hartman on SNL, DVD of Zoolander, an electric nose-hair trimmer (per his request; every well-groomed man should have one!), the framed picture of me and the baby, and back in November I'd gotten him the subscription to the WWE magazine.
After lunch, we took the baby to see the new movie, Night at the Museum. Eh. It was cheesy and cute, in fact, too much so. When we got back to the house, the baby said, "I want to open more presents." Oooh, that made me mad! She'd opened something like 15 presents that morning!!! I know children are inherently selfish and greedy, but you better believe it's our job to curb that shit. I told her, "You got a lot of presents today already. Some kids don't get to open any presents at all." I was then tempted to make her give up one of her presents to charity--and I still might! My trusted website Parentcenter.com says 4 years old is a good age to start kids learning about giving to charity. I've been meaning to try and start with her, but haven't found the right opportunity. She needs to learn to appreciate what she has, and I need to find a productive way of teaching it to her.
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