September 12, 2007

With a Cherry on Top

I started out my day at midnight. An extremely frustrated Mr. BBM brought down a crying Lil C and said, "I give up." Mr. BBM puts her to bed each night and it just wasn’t happening. I suspected that she wasn’t feeling well, so I got her a drink and cuddled with her on the couch for a bit. I figured her marathon of sleeplessness would end soon.

I was very wrong.

Lil C stayed up until 2 a.m. A very tired me realized that I had to get up at 6:50 a.m. in order to get Big I off to school on time, and I knew then and there it was going to be a bad day. When the alarm went off at 6:50 a.m. on the dot, there was only one thing to do. . . hit the snooze button.

I enjoyed ten more minutes and then dragged my very tired butt out of bed. I threw on some shorts, leaving my pajama top on because I had every intention of walking Big I to the bus and coming right back in to hit the pillow again.

Things were going fine, right up until Big I went upstairs to brush her teeth after breakfast. It was taking a ridiculously long time for her to get back downstairs. I was watching the clock nervously, not wanting her to miss the bus. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I charged up the steps, opened the bathroom door, and there she was with this wide-eyed look.

"Oh thank God, Mommy! I couldn’t open the door." Apparently, six-year olds forget that they should dry their hands on a towel before attempting to open the bathroom door. I told her not to close the door anymore to brush her teeth and we both ran down the stairs.

We grabbed her stuff and ran out the door with one minute to spare. We were sprinting to the bus stop when my neighbor called my name. I was about to tell her I really didn’t have any time to talk when she said, "I think you missed the bus."

That was it. My master plan of going back to sleep was over. I quickly retrieved a hot Lil C from her crib. I thought for a second that maybe she was just hot from being under her covers, but I knew I was grasping. We raced Big I to school and returned back home for a visit with the "birdy" (ear thermometer).

102.3. Fabulous. Just what my Tuesday morning needed.

I gave her some medicine and lured her back to sleep in my bed with Sesame Street reruns. We woke up a few hours later and I spent the rest of the day following around a very runny nosed Lil C.

T minus 72 hours before I have whatever the girls have had. It’s a given.

I spent much of the rest of my day having an email debate with someone who happened to stop by my blog on a day when I was talking about his biggest pet peeve. It was exhausting.

Then, while I was on instant messenger discussing a trade possibility with a teammate in one of my fantasy football leagues, some guy IM’d me out of the blue and asked me if I could "do a full split"? He then also asked me what types of techniques I would use on attackers. I sensed he was looking for a little more than martial arts advice and quickly made my exit.

Big I and I then went to karate tonight. I don’t know what Big I’s problem was, but she was just not into it tonight. She seemed like she was in the twilight zone or something. It was just not clicking for her. I think she was tired, and that she’s still getting used to her school schedule. Tonight showed me though, that I need to put some tape on my makeshift basement dojo floor for her so that she can learn proper stances. I know she’s only six years old, but I get so frustrated with her when she zones out like that.

Follow that with the advanced class where I had to do my kata for Shodan, Seisan, in front of a small crowd. It’s good I did. My instructor was able to point out some crucial things I was doing wrong and give me some very good explanations are far as bunkai goes. I was just nervous being out there in my new dojo in front the advanced crowd, but I guess I better just get used to it. I have much practice to do on Seisan this week.

By the time Big I and I arrived home, my head was just pounding. The lack of sleep, lack of hydration (due to being too busy wiping a little nose all day to get myself much in the way of food or drink) had just caught up with me. Plus, September 11th always makes me feel blue, as it well should.

Sometimes, however, storm clouds come with a lovely silver lining. I got a new comment from someone who said he came from BlogsWeLuv.

What’s that?

A quick search on google brought me to the site where one of the contributors, (and also my blogging buddy) Da Mack Daddy had written this totally awesome, completely flattering review of my blog!

A little ibuprofen for the headache, and a new badge to put on my blog make me very happy. Thank you DMD for such a nice send-off on an otherwise craptastic day!