Little Kite Girl

My Mom flew in Thursday to help take care of me We didn’t do much that day- just napped and had some food, ran to WalMart. She decided that I am too amazingly pale and that I need to eat red meat. Every day. That is difficult for a girl who doesn’t necessarily even eat MEAT every day to begin with. But, with low iron and chronic stomach issues…apparently red meat packs nutrients that I need, and if I gleen just a bit of whatever it is in there it will make me feel better. It’s funny (or not funny…) but everyone at work has been telling me for weeks: “You’re so pale! Oh my gosh…you are sooo pale. Erin! Your lips disappeared!” But I just figured that it was a side affect of the baby getting all my nutrients and the rest being wasted. But my Mom has a plan. After some steak last night…I feel a little better this morning. I did put on some blush before I came out of the bathroom this morning, however, seeing if I could avoid her trying to get me to eat red meat with my Cheerios.

And for those that wonder, I did go to work yesterday- and stayed for the entire 8 hours for the first time in awhile. It was a low-key day. Lots of people taking vacations and leaving early. We kept some of the lights off in our office, it kind of felt like one of those days in high school when you have some freakish heat wave and the administration spends a couple hours trying to decide if everyone is going home or stick it out- and the “meantime” activity is “self sustained silent reading” with the lights off and the fans blowing. I came home and my Mom made salad and steak for dinner, Jonathan came over, my Mom had a twin bed delivered (RC Wiley…she didn’t know…) and that was that. I ended up going into our room to “get ready for bed,” laid down for a minute to read, and passed out. I slept pretty well until about 7 am when my body starting screaming for pills.

Usually on Saturday mornings John and I do our “weekly cleaning” routine- complete with checklist and timeframe, etc. When I got out of bed today I tried my best to let John sleep (he’s been missing sleep with me as I’m out of bed at night…every few hours…feeling sick and being pathetic) and my Mom and I went out to get her signed up for Curves down the hill. She convinced me that I should use my morning energy to have some fun…and leave the cleaning for later. That seemed like an amazing idea and served me well as we got our toes done and then ran to the mall with John for a bit. However, when we got home and started the cleaning I had a small breakdown about my lack of ability to do what I normally do- during which I was comforted by my Mom who said, “This is why I am here,” and my husband who said, “We all do things for the people we love.” It’s just so FRUSTRATING that I have such a need for things to be just so, and the complete lack of ability to make them that way these days. But, as I said, I’m lucky to have people who love me enough to encourage me to have a little fun with the little energy I have…and then take up the slack when I can’t get things done around the house.

And speaking of around the house…we have an outstanding amount of food around here these days! Salads and meats and watermelons- and tomorrow I hear a rumor that there will be some pot pie. (My brother’s favorite.) John was even talking about making some brownies tonight. I think I’ll gain the weight back in no time…as long as I keep taking the Imodium anyway. Arg. Stupid stomach issues.

Hmmmm…what else…oh yes! We got my Mom a BLOG. She’s soon to be found at LisaAnnWrites.com. I’ve still got to help her set it up and show her the ropes…but I think it’ll be just perfect for her. Just perfect. More later.