Bullets over Bedhead

• Boo is sick. Green boogers running down her face, low grade fever, watery eyes, and Oh. My. God. the whining. I feel bad for her, but I think my ear drums are going to bleed soon.

• We tried the toddler bed for the first time last night. She had a fit and conniption about it, screaming and carrying on for a good forty-five minutes. She insisted on going back in her crib and, at that point, I was quite happy to let her. She woke up a couple of hours later, sobbing. When I went in there, she kept saying “Bed bad, mama, bed bad.” I’m getting the impression that she doesn’t like the bed. It took me forever to get O into a bed, too. I think I just have stubborn children. I don’t know who they get that from. *whistles nonchalantly.*

• Boo is addicted to television. If it’s on, she’s staring at it. I’ve been limiting it to Sesame Street and Blue’s Clues and I generally only let her watch it if I’m trying to clean or fix dinner, but man, I feel guilty about it.

• Last week, there were TWO bomb scares at O’s school. Both times, the school was emptied out and the kids stood around outside for hours. O, thankfully, had her kit with her, but she had no juice, no crackers, no glucagon. No house keys. They wouldn’t let the kids take their backpacks out with them. I understand this, since they want to get the kids out as quickly as possible, but they released the kids early the second day – what if I hadn’t been home? O would have been stuck outside the house for over an hour, with no cell phone and no keys. I’ve decided to hide a housekey outside somewhere. We’re going to find a handbag for her, too – something that’s big enough to hold her kit, her keys, a couple of juice boxes and some peanut butter crackers. There’s an informational meeting at the school tonight about it. I’m hoping I can attend.

• Christmas is going to be so tight this year. I’ve actually picked up stuff off of Freecycle to give to Boo. She’s not going to care that she’s getting a used play kitchen but it tears me up inside. I don’t feel like I have to buy, buy, buy for my kids, but it really sucks when your budget for each kid is about $40. It doesn’t give you much to work with, really. TCBIM and I are probably not going to do much of a gift exchange. Little things. Inexpensive things. I wish I were crafty so I could make stuff for people, but all I can do is bake.

• What the hell happened with Michael Richards? Did anyone see his apology on Letterman last night? Bizarre stuff. Have you seen the initial tirade? That’s even more fucked up. He’s probably just committed career suicide.