Wow, I'm tired. It's been a long day in Daddyland. Daddyland is like Neverland, but the other way. In Neverland, children never age. In Daddyland, each day you age one extra day for each child you have.
Not that today was overly bad. It started out quite well. A guy showed up at my door this afternoon, with the paycheck I'd lost yesterday. His wife had found it, opened. The wonderful man refused any reward, which is good because I had like $6 on me. That set a pretty high standard for the rest of the day, I suppose.
The toddler, who never gets sick -- and, when she does, gets a death grip on the offending germ within 18 hours -- has just closed a week with this cold. It's getting better, which I base on her ability to sleep mostly through the night without coughing, but it's still been pretty awful hearing every squealing gigglefest turn into a cacophony of coughs (which phrase I'm glad I didn't intend as alliteration, because there's something unseemly about it). Not great having her face covered in snot half the day, either (oh, warning... do not read this while eating). To make matters worse, the big one now has it. Capping things off nicely, the little one has been constipated for two days. Which is strange, because she's the one who actually eats fibrous vegetables for pleasure. Oh, well, at least it's slowed her down some.
Still, the cold mostly comes at night, and the day went pretty well. The big one decided to make lunch. Having been down this road before, I demanded to know what (it's not that I don't want her to feel free to explore, and I myself hardly ever use a recipe, just throw stuff together... but the last time she tried that she ended up thinking raw, dried rice would be a good thing to add to pancake batter).
She ended up making chicken-fried steak with fried potatoes. Yes, regular readers may recall this as the last lunch I blogged about in any detail. She likes the tried & true sometimes. I helped minimally, but it was basically all her. She's been into presentation (or "making it look nice") since my recent foray into Japanese, and she arranged it very prettily on the plate.
We did a small bit of backup grocery shopping this evening. Got home and the toddler was up to her wrists n dried currants, one of her favorite forms of food. But by then we'd run out of time to make our planned dinner -- Moolicious Potato-Leek Soup -- so I threw together a pizza with a quickbread crust. No one wanted it.
The real trouble came before the pizza was done; the constipation issues of the toddler came to a head. Let's just say it was painful and scary for her, and not a lot I could do. At least by the end she was feeling better. Suddenly she wanted food. Snarfed down the pizza, which must have filled an important gap as, a short rock-a-bye later, was asleep. Yay!.
The whole thing kept them up pretty far past their bedtime. I tried to blog this at the tie, but zonked out. Ah, well, better late than never.
More to come.
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