January 15, 2024
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 4, Day 286: The first Monday back after winter break, whew. PAINFUL.
Someday Smol Acrobat will start sleeping through the night, every night. Or most nights. Someday!
The icy wind is really getting to me this week. My bones are extra grateful for the heating pad when winter gives us this extra kick of cold. It also makes me curious about electric blankets and how they work.
Year 4, Day 287: The good news: My new chair arrived! PiC put it together! It’s so much better than my old chair!
The bad news: there’s some weird stuff going at work that I can’t get into or pry into because it’s above my paygrade but my Spidey senses are tingling. They’re probably right and if they are, I hate this.
I goofed on the size of one nibling’s gift this year. The sizing at Old Navy ran much smaller than I expected so I put in a make up order today. I threw in a few shirts for JB and a couple pairs of jeans for myself in a possibly futile attempt to get one more good pair that are NOT skinny jeans. Before you know it, I’ve spent $80. SMH. While I’m decluttering, too! Tsk. But the goal is one of those jeans will fit. If so, I’ll return the other pair, and then I can donate the skinny jeans I can’t bring myself to wear anymore. If not, I’ll return both pairs and give up for the year.
Year 4, Day 288: I thought I was starting most days at 0% charge but I have to recalibrate my scale. I’m probably starting most days at 10% and this morning was 2%. I worked until 11pm, then was up until 2 am because Smol Acrobat needed soothing, then got less than five hours of sleep before startling awake. It feels like sandbags were attached to all my limbs. Sigh. Grateful for my nice comfy new chair. That helps a little.
We’re having some work done on the house. We suspect that all unexpected noise unsettled Sera so much that she threw up. Unfortunately we didn’t discover that until this morning so that was a half an hour of scrubbing out the rug. Sigh.
At least she otherwise seems generally ok, if still a bit slow and less interested in food than normal.
Year 4, Day 289: On the one hand, I’m grateful we’re still getting notifications from the daycare. On the other SIGH for still needing to get notifications. Someone in Smol Acrobat’s classroom was diagnosed with COVID and they were exposed this week. Their privacy restrictions mean we don’t know whether it was a teacher or a student or have any way of really assessing how much exposure there was. No one has spoken up on the parents group chat, though, and they tend to be proactive about informing the other parents when it’s their kid that’s sick so our semi-educated guess is that it was an adult (teacher or aide).
Then we got a notification of a recall on Smol Acrobat’s helmet. Great! Sigh.
Year 4, Day 290: It turns out that Sera is a silent vomiter. I used to always wake up to the sound of a dog horking but she threw up her dinner twice last night and I heard nothing. Then Smol Acrobat was holding their stomach and doubling over crying that their tummy hurt. We didn’t know what to do for it since we didn’t know if it was just a gassy tummy or what. But they resolved those doubts after I dropped off a headachy-but-otherwise-fine-and-masked JB at school by throwing up on me. And then on PiC. They asked for a fruit pouch after their stomach stopped hurting but couldn’t keep that down either. So we had to throw out our two old gel mats in the kitchen. They’re about 12 years old, have wide swaths of cracks across them and I’m not trying to clean vomit out of that.
So basically the entire morning was trading off holding Smol Acrobat and cleaning up vomit after they vomited on each of us. Why are they both (Sera 🐶 and Smol Acrobat) silent vomiters?? Thank goodness we were able to grab a video appointment with a pediatrician who immediately prescribed an anti-nausea medication because apparently stomach flu is going around big time along with all the other awful germs.
Then I had to get Sera to see the vet while PiC handled school pickup with a lump of Smol Acrobat.
Unfortunately the news for Sera isn’t nearly so straightforward. Initial diagnostics point to liver problems. We don’t know how bad it is yet or even what it is yet, but liver problems are never easy to treat. We’re running tests to narrow the field from “maybe cancer, maybe systemic” to one or the other. A few months ago, a new cancer screening blood test came out, we might want to do that. The vet advised me to have a conversation with PiC about exactly how much we want to do. That’s the warning they give when it’s unlikely to have either a cure or a straightforward treatment plan with high success rate. I already know PiC will support whatever path I choose, and we both put their quality of life first. I just … *deep breaths* really hope that we can keep her comfortable long term. I’m not ready to contemplate losing another furry family member. We were finally in a good place after so many years of working with her on her reactivity.
I have just enough presence of mind to be grateful that Smol Acrobat’s vomiting didn’t start in the middle of the night like Sera’s did. It was all in all a terrible day but at least we got some sleep before it went to hell in a handbasket. Everyone is on anti-emetics for the night. Cross your fingers?
January 8, 2024
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 4, Day 279: JB’s developed a hacking cough this weekend that’s sounding worse each night. We already did an at-home COVID test but I’ve scheduled a PCR (hopefully a combo with the flu and RSV test as well) for them later this week. They don’t have any other symptoms right now, but PiC is starting to feel a bit of something after being untouched by the last six rounds of viral infections that Smol Acrobat brought home so I’m concerned all around. I’m staying on my antiviral meds as long as I must to fend off the germs. I simply cannot afford to be any more tired than I already am.
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The blackberry leaves are turning a beautiful purple now. Yay, it’s still alive! I worry about the plants a lot.
Year 4, Day 280: The rain over the past two weeks supercharged my latest round of potato plants. The first container should have a mess of potatoes to harvest. The second container had two-inch sprouts two weeks ago. After three or four soaking rains came through, those two inchers are a foot tall! This shouldn’t surprise me, this is also how fast our weeds grow, but it’s still cool. Not the weeds, those are nothing but annoying.
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I’ve been bumbling around for weeks muttering to myself about needing new travel sized containers for our toiletries. I’ve bought two sets of silicone squeeze bottles over the past ten years and they now both leak. Thankfully I’ve always kept them in plastic bags before adding them to the toiletries bag but the leaks are exasperating. I asked friends for recommendations but nothing really appealed to me. It suddenly hit me that the pile of tiny Palmolive bottles that we keep picking up from Residence Inns over the years – those are 3 oz bottles. I had repurposed one for Smol Acrobat’s body wash, but for some reason it never occurred to me to use them for anything else. We have 8 more of them! This ticks all my boxes: not buying new and repurposing something keeps some plastic out of landfill. I’m eager to test my theory. I’m pretty sure it’ll work fine for the shampoo but I’m less sure about the conditioner which is thicker. (The 3-ounce detail only matters in theory since we’re not planning to fly anytime soon, but I prefer a solution that can be used for all our travels.)
Year 4, Day 281: We’ve moved Smol Acrobat out of their crib and into a big bed. We haven’t done anything with the crib yet so all that means is they started the night in the bed instead of going to bed in the crib, waking up 2-4 hours later screaming until we carry them off to a Big Bed. For their first night, they stayed asleep ALL NIGHT. Will this be replicated again? Only time will tell. Fingers are very crossed.
I am feeling a weird pang about the idea of selling the crib. It cost us a pretty penny years ago and is taking up valuable space.
It’d be good to move it out if we’re done with it. I’m 1000% done with having babies so we have no further use for it if Smol really is moved out. But also, FEELINGS.
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Chatting with an aunty, I found out that it costs $200K/year to care for Granny around the clock as she’s in her 90s and bedridden. Gramps saved and invested really well because they can afford it, but that figure set me back on my heels. How do you plan for that? How do you save enough in case you happen to live past the age where you can care for yourself for very long?
Year 4, Day 282: I jinxed it! Well, maybe it wasn’t me. But Smol did NOT do well last night. So the move to the big bed wasn’t the cure-all, alas. It could be that they’re coming down with something, they often sleep badly (more than usual) when they’re not feeling well and JB’s cough hasn’t been good for anyone. JB tested negative for COVID, RSV and flu, at least.
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I’m very proud of myself for figuring out how to set up this custom listing for JB’s art shop.
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Another aunty chat was several kinds of stress and grief. She has been dealing with my estranged dad and brother through my estrangement. She still has some kind of a relationship with them, and she was filling me in on their latest even though I hadn’t specifically asked. It wasn’t meant in a guilt trip or a mean way. She wanted me to know they were about as ok as they were going to get and insists that I must carry on with my own life, separately, and find my health and happiness. But even though I have no desire to have them back in my life, I still struggle with the grief and frustration related to them. I know it’s so much better for me to be no-contact with them. I also know that my aunty is stepping into the breach to try to get my brother to do the things he needs to do for his housing benefits, and it’s costing her time (and money that she can ill afford). It’s her choice but I was the only person that could get him to do anything, on my say-so. I wasn’t omnipotent, but I could make him do some necessary things. And now I’m gone and she has to resort to bribery to get him to make his appointments. She’s never made much money and now she’s wasting on my brother because I’m not there to do it. Intellectually I know I’m not wrong but I don’t feel right, either. It all makes me very sad. If he wasn’t mentally ill, if he was just the same sociopathic narcissist that my estranged dad is, I’d be so mad at him. But he’s not, and I’m now very sad for the loss of the sibling relationship that we might have had someday.
Year 4, Day 283: We are discovering the lack of good bike racks around the city as PiC is running more errands on the bike when he can. The renovated park has the best one, the Safeway has the worst ones.
I’m working a theory that Sera 🐶 has been off her food lately because she’s overheated in her dog sweaters. I’m testing it today. She’s been taking no more than a few bites of food at a time and last night was the worst yet, she didn’t eat anything but fish topping and left everything else. She was willing to eat if I scooped it in my hand but that’s not sustainable. This morning’s trial run seemed promising, she didn’t eat her whole breakfast at once but she did return and finish most of it by mid-afternoon.
Target has their BOGO 50% off (so, 25% off each when you buy two) vitamins and supplements.
I spent way too long doing the math on whether I should buy the 100 mg coq10 (I can still hear the infomercials in my head for this and it’s not great) or the 200 mg bottle and also decided I should try increasing my dose to 300 mg / day to see if that helps the fatigue more than 200 mg / day.
$25 – 100 mg 120 count
$12.50 – 100 mg 120 count
16¢ / each
300 mg (3*100 / 3*0.16) = .48/day
240/3= 80 days
$29 – 200 mg 40 cap
$14.50- 200 mg 40 cap
54¢ / each
300 mg (200+100 mg / .54+.16) = 0.70/day.
The differences are clearly negligible but my brain needed that little bit of exercise.
January 1, 2024
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 4, Day 272: My family isn’t Christian so we had no real reason to do Christmas but our parents enjoyed doing the gifting and the trees early on when we were little so we got those until I was 8? 10?: the trees, the gifts, the time together. Then it all stopped. I know why. My parents worked every single day of the year and were far too tired to add unnecessary extras. I understood but it still kind of stung. I spent years after I got a job working trying to recreate a bit of it, buying gifts for my family and such like, but no one was interested in spending time like that together and so I eventually gave up and sought that with other families. Now, in my turn, I have very little interest in “creating the magic”. We get the kids a few gifts but they get showered with enough gifts from loved ones that it’s all extra bonus.
I don’t feel “Christmas spirit”. If we’re talking about kindness and generosity, that’s something we try to put into practice all year round. This time of year, we go along with the stuff that his family does but none of it appeals to me in any real way. I’m a bit curious what I would enjoy if I could remove what everyone else does and prefers from the equation. Is it nostalgia to want to go back to the days when we didn’t really celebrate Christmas but exchanged some presents and went to the movies with my cousins, or would that actually be fun now?
Year 4, Day 273: Every year winter sets in and I get pushed totally off my game. Why is it so dark so early? Why is it so cold? Although it’s actually less cold during the rainy days. The real question is why am I always taken by surprise by the shift? This happens EVERY YEAR.
But the cold brought out beautiful red leaves on our blackberry bush so that was nice. Here’s hoping it bears fruit when spring comes.
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While walking Sera, I started counting our neighbors. There are the really awful ones who picked multiple, daily, petty fights with us when we had a newborn at home. They are either moving or renovating, I’m hoping they’re selling and leaving forever. I’ll never trust them not to be petty horrible liars again. There’s the family we trade package safety with, we text each other to take in packages for us when we’re out and that’s a nice reciprocal favor trading. We see two sets of neighbors at school dropoff and pickups, they’re friendly. There’s a set of dropoff neighbors who won’t ever say hi to us, despite my attempts to at least politely greet them. There’s the nice hippie who always pets Sera 🐶 or waves good morning and the nice old lady who used to always ask after Seamus when she walked her dogs. We don’t know everyone but we know at least a half a dozen now, and that feels a little like the start of a local community.
This doesn’t come easily to me, I’m generally not into socializing, but we’re alone here and it’s important to build some local connections. My friends are all online and sometimes you need local people.
Are your neighbors friendly?
Year 4, Day 274: Drat, I wish I’d defrosted the scallops and shrimp earlier to make seafood pasta. That’s something I don’t feel comfortable defrosting in the microwave – I hate to ruin good seafood.
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I used to knock out 270 points on Bing a day easily, maybe 2 minutes of time a day, and it’d add up to $100 in gift card redemptions a year but lately they’ve added so much friction (lower points for activities, not rewarding points for searches) that it’s not worth the amount of time/attention I’d have to spend on it anymore. Alas, I’ll miss that tiny stream of random spending money.
Year 4, Day 275: Therapy was hard this week. Talking about the my need for support with some complicated family dynamics, every part of me still struggles with the idea that I deserve help or support or that I can do hard things with help instead of having to tough it out alone.
Increasingly, though, there’s increasing evidence that doing the opposite of my norm is better for me. My asking for help I don’t ever want to admit I need, or even just acknowledging that I need it, to navigate understanding one complicated relationship after another creates a significant change in my pain. It’s not a straight line from therapy to improvement and it’s not a cure, but I have observed: my flares are less frequent, they last fewer days (where they used to span 2-3 weeks of crippling pain), the high intensity level is lower than it used to be. Even if I wanted to go back to old patterns, I don’t want the pain that goes with it.
Also I am still struggling with internalizing the notion that my offering support can sometimes simply take the form of being there for people without taking any physical action. The need to DO something is so deeply ingrained.
Related, in a fictional way: I put on very old shows that I can mostly ignore during my work day. This week it’s Bones. In the episode where Hodgins learns he has an institutionalized brother he’d never met, he only found out because the bills came due (and he’s no longer rich). Booth offers him a large sum of money to pay for his brother’s stay “until you figure something out”. Hodgins declines, “I’ll take a loan, like the normal person I never was.” That struck me as nonsensical. How is he going to pay that loan back? If he can’t afford the institution fees now, how is he going to afford the fees plus interest if he and Angela make no changes to their jobs and salary? To my mind, this is one of those times you let your friends help your family. It’s not like you’re taking it yourself. Of course, that’s easy for me to say in a hypothetical way. If I were to be offered a large sum of money from a wealthy friend to pay for a family member’s care (can’t speculate on siblings because I already have such a bad history with mine) I wonder if I would still feel the same way. Maybe I would.
What would you do?
Year 4, Day 276: How long-lived are your clothes? How often do you feel the need to replace pieces?
My clothes tend to last roughly 7-9 years before I cycle them out. I’m still using maternity underwear from the first pregnancy, they’re getting threadbare. I could probably stand to get a couple new packs. But maybe not yet. My jeans from 7 years ago died an ignominious death, as my pants generally do. I’ve been wearing hand me down skinny jeans but I hate skinny jeans when my hands are hurting. It’s hard enough pulling them up on a good day, it’s impossible on a bad day. So the current jeans are brand new. Three of my four Target tees, bought 6 years ago to attend a FinCon, have sprouted so many holes even I’m a little embarrassed to wear them anymore so those are out. I replaced them at Comic Con this year with Fat Rabbit Farm shirts. They are much more expensive but also much higher quality, judging by the one I have owned since 2014(?) that’s still in great shape. My hoodies and sweatpants are new from the second pregnancy, er, well, “new”. I guess they’re actually about 3 years old now but they still seem new relative to the rest of my wardrobe.
December 25, 2023
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 4, Day 265: Brrr. Cold, dark, and rainy. Best for sleeping in, not best for Mondays when you have to get up and get out. I’m eagerly awaiting the last of the gifts I ordered to arrive today, mostly for my furry niblings.
It feels like I must be buying things (cold meds for the kids, shampoo/conditioner/toothpaste, etc for us, gifts for other people that are on their wishlist) to feel better about something but it’s probably more my natural hoarding tendencies kicking in, along with a small side of self-soothing pre holiday anxiety. Generally, they’re all practical things. Even the things I don’t need, just want, aren’t terribly extravagant – all of the Toby Daye series, the few Incryptid books I’m missing, the rest of the Murderbot series, nice pens, cool stamps.
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You know what would have helped this morning? Remembering that I have to generate dopamine before getting into complicated work. Going at it backwards made the work a lot more painful than it needed to be.
Year 4, Day 266: More than 4 hours of sleep after a late night of work and before a very running around day would have been deeply appreciated but it wasn’t in the cards. Smol Acrobat was on the night terrors track and then my body was angry for the next few hours.
So I ran Sera 🐶 out for her walk. I ran JB to school. I ran back to school for their Winter Performance. I ran back home. I had therapy. Then I ran to pick up JB from school. Later I ran them to their class. Then I threw together dinner in 30 minutes: tortellini (3 min boil from Costco), a pot of rice in case the tortellini was rejected, the last of the salad bag, quartered the pound of brussels sprouts and sauteed them in butter, oil and brown sugar (which I added after tasting one and it was disgustingly bitter), heated up the leftover panko chicken.
Of course that’s around the time Smol Acrobat decided they were Very Very Sad/Angry and had to have a screaming fit. JB couldn’t jolly them out of this one so they and I went to sit (lay down on the floor) in their bedroom while they worked it out of their system. By 7 pm I was entirely out of gas. But not out of work!
Year 4, Day 267: We’re four days into the first bout of the rainy season. My toes are perpetually cold, and my overprotective (very kind) neighbors are shocked that I insist on wading out into the wet without an umbrella. This is a holdover when my hands hurt far too much to hold an umbrella, I still avoid using my hands for anything that I don’t absolutely have to, to spare them for the things that are very necessary. A hoodie or a hat will suffice, I’m lucky enough to head back to a warm dry home after I get soaked so it doesn’t bother me.
Most of the year I wonder why we pay for rain boots for the kids, these are the days I’m glad we did. The Crocs rainboots we got for Smol Acrobat are pretty delightful. They’re bright and cheerful, and so lightweight they can tromp around in the rain without losing a boot, unlike the clunky old hand me downs they’ve had. I’m all for hand me downs normally but sometimes it’s better to just buy what you need.
Year 4, Day 268: We’ve bought so many things for other people in a short period of time that I’m having trouble tracking all the charges to my credit card. I’m JUST keeping on top of it with extra spreadsheet notes but the Amazon charges are bizarrely off by a few dollars each. That troubles me. Is this a potential hacking problem or something else? Hopefully it shakes out fine in the end without extra work from me.
In semi-related news, my travel and holiday related anxiety appears to continue to hover at lower levels than historical baselines. I noticed this shift earlier in this year and wondered if it would continue to hold. Instead of big giant holding-breath level anxiety and needing to do things like packing six months out, I find myself managing my cope with smaller actions. Setting up spreadsheets for 2024, paying bills, buying consumable supplies for the household, semi-obsessively checking bank accounts – all of these help me cope with the balance of feeling in control of some things and not in control of other things.
Rosacea: It’s been about a week since I started using the cream. In the morning, I used my micellar water to wash, applied the cream and a bit of lotion. Later I’d put sunblock on top before going outside. In the evening, I used the same. I’m not really sure if it’s making any difference yet. At least one day in the past week my redness flushing and that weird feeling like the reddened skin is thickened flared up pretty seriously. It took a few hours for the effects to settle down some. The feeling like the flaring skin is thickening makes me nervous about longer term developments. My mom struggled with incredibly painful and widespread rosacea and I don’t want it to get that bad. I’ll keep using the cream and observing here how it works.
Year 4, Day 269: The kids being on break plus my working until midnight every night this week = today feels like a very bare minimum kind of day. I don’t want to do anything that doesn’t absolutely have to be done today.
A moment of “we live in the future now”: a cousin texted me asking if she could Zelle me something for the kids for Christmas. Our family tradition is to gift red envelope money but you have to show up to get it. My kids have been out of luck because we haven’t traveled for Lunar New Year since they were born? We don’t make the traditional rounds (in part because time is short and mostly because my feelings about my family are complicated and I didn’t know until last year that they were on my side), so they haven’t gotten any gifts. It’s not an exclusion thing specifically, it’s just how we worked. You give a traditional blessing and they give you the red envelope. My energy has been too limited to make that happen. Anyway, it amuses me to have my elder cousin bring this gifting into the present using technology.
December 18, 2023
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 4, Day 258: My three sweet potato sprouts are dead. Unexpected cold got them, maybe. More slips are growing in the garage, we’ll try again after January. My onions are still going strong, though, the green tops show no sign of going yellow and flopping over. Here’s hoping they continue to grow another month so we don’t have to worry about them right in the middle of holiday stuff.
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JB lost a specific set of screentime privileges and has to earn it back by setting the table ten times in a row without being told. They have failed to do this 9 times out of ten so far, and that tenth time they only managed it because I wasn’t home to tell them. Every night, I have to tell them to do it which means they don’t get to check the box that says “I set the table X times without being told.” The whole point of this exercise is to train them to remember we eat dinner every single night and to set the table without my having to tell them what to do and clearly I have failed to set them up for success. Open to suggestions.
Year 4, Day 259: This may have been brought on by being mostly awake since 3 am but I’m having an existential … not-crisis … hiccup? I feel like I’m in a bubble of not-being. Or rather a bubble separated from who I am. In the big picture, this hiccup doesn’t matter because I have a dog to walk, the recycling to take out, paperwork to process, kids to pick up and feed. These things are going to happen whether or not I feel wholly at home in my skin or part of my/any community.
I also feel disconnected from so many people right now even as the holiday cards roll in. Maybe they’re a reminder that I’ve felt so isolated all this year and there’s some guilt over that as well as frustration about having wasted an entire year battling a nonstop circus of viruses. It sucked feeling sick all the time for a whole year. I got nothing done. What a waste.
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There is something really grounding about running into a neighbor with their puppy that likes Sera, though! They “played” which was the puppy trying to roll under Sera while she grumpily snarled at them to submit and then getting mad when the puppy kicked her. I gave them both treats and they settled right down.
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Had to grab impromptu takeout for dinner because the chicken wasn’t defrosted in time for me to cook it. We used to limit our eating out to twice a week and it was usually $27 after tax and tip. These days it’s more like $55-65 after tax and tip to feed four, usually with some leftovers.
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I’ve had to shop Amazon this fall for a number of items we can’t get elsewhere. Just heard that if you tell your Echo device or Alexa app “Thank my driver” they’ll give your driver a $5 bonus. Echo and Alexa are not allowed in my house but if you search “Thank Driver” in the app, you can do it that way too. This little message appears at the top of my app screen:
Amazon should just pay generous cash bonuses and cover the taxes, along with real living wages, but since I can’t make that happen, I’ll do this as long as they have it.
Of course I’m a little suspicious why they have it going, because they’re not to be trusted generally but unfortunately they’re the only source for a number of things we need to buy right now.
Year 4, Day 260: Do you consider your statements to be commitments? Suppose you say “I’ll pick up the potatoes today after work.” Would that be a solid commitment in your mind, or do you assume that it’s automatically hedged with “if I can”?
We have a difference of opinions here. I think if you make a declarative “I will” statement then you’re committing to the thing so either be upfront with your known limitations/conditions (if I have time, if that meeting doesn’t run long, etc) or say you’ll try and leave it at that. PiC thinks treating a statement as a promise is too . I say his way leads to chaos. Disclaimer, this isn’t a huge problem for us. It’s just one of those things we disagree on the basic premise for and I’m curious if it’s just us or if other people see it differently as well.
I see this playing out with JB now. He’ll say “we’ll take a ride on Xday”, so they expect a ride to happen come hell or high water on Xday. And then if something comes up, they’re not just disappointed, they’re also confused about how the statement of fact became false: we were going to ride but we didn’t.
I explained that extenuating circumstances happen and they happened in this case. But as kids will do, they fixated on when when when will we take that promised ride?
How do you receive these statements?
Year 4, Day 261: Now that TV ads are a thing on our streaming services again, I’m seeing those holiday car commercials “Lease a BMW for $699 a month!”. It got me thinking I can’t imagine having a giant monthly payment ever seeming like a good thing to take on again. But on the other side of it, the idea of saving that same amount each month in preparation for buying something large seems totally reasonable. Both are taking money out of the paycheck, but the perspectives feel completely different.
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This is my fourth day trying out Dear Klairs Midnight Blue Calming Cream in what feels like a probably fruitless attempt to calm down my rosacea redness. The redness annoys me and this is the first time I’m trying a product to combat it. Maybe it takes a week or two for this sort of thing to work if it’s going to help? Maybe it can only help reduce redness temporarily, it’s not like it’s curing anything.
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Out of four pairs of Old Navy jeans, boot cut and straight cut, in dark wash and black, only the black pairs fit and the straight cut fits best. Drat. I don’t love boot cut like I used to. They’re all the same size but the dark wash was a struggle to pull on. The working theory is the dark wash jeans were made at a different factory. The takeaway: buy two of each of everything when trying to figure out what size you are to have a chance at having two pairs of something fit well.
Year 4, Day 262: A friend insisted on giving me a Christmas gift, despite my protests she’s already been so generous to us, so I caved and admitted I would love an ebook from any of my comfort reading series that I’ve only given the library money for (Murderbot, Toby Daye, Kate Daniels). I’ll pick up the others myself, probably slowly, but she can start me off with the first one. I have some of the Innkeeper books and some of the Incryptid series already, when I found sales a few years back.
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I planted two sets of onions from sprouts. The six sprouts from the first set are still going strong. One of the three from the second set turned yellow and flopped over which is how you know they’re ready to harvest, except that it was just dead. Eight possible onions left! 🤞
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Friday food! This was very much a make-do week. Monday we had the fundraiser burgers. Tuesday we grabbed Chinese on the way home from activities because the chicken was still frozen. Wednesday must have been leftovers, and I also threw together a diced chicken and Chinese broccoli slivers stir fry with a packet of leftover bulgogi sauce. Thursday, PiC and Smol got home first so they started prepping breakfast for dinner. Friday I tried to place an order to the taqueria for pickup four times online before I finally gave up and sent PiC in my place. I’ve taken to adding a pozole to my order so we’d have a warm delicious soup for dinner or for leftovers.
The three remaining packets of chicken thighs were still kind of frozen so they had to wait for weekend cooking.
December 11, 2023
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 4, Day 251: I’m mildly annoyed that the elementary school is having the kids do Christmas carols this year. Not specifically for our sake, we’re Buddhist and we’ve always been pretty open to observing (literally observing in the sense of watching and also celebrating if invited) other traditions in an almost anthropologic sort of way, more for the kids who aren’t Christian and do have meaningful holidays that are ignored in favor of the dominant Christian stuff. Last year their teacher taught them about all the religious holidays that are celebrated in the winter months and I liked that. I’m not entirely sure how to raise this topic because I just heard about it and haven’t come up with a better option that’s celebrating in a way that’s not othering.
In other news, the plea from the Pine Ridge coordinators this weekend was depressing. A lowlight: “We’ve been working hard listing families that are in need of Christmas presents for their children. We have had a tremendous response – but the need of families has been overwhelming. We are getting really scared that the families listed will not get any Christmas presents for their children and grandchildren.” I’m usually shopped out by this time of the year but I couldn’t NOT try again. So I spread the news on Twitter and Bluesky, and picked up a family with ten kids. In the spirit of the Little Engine that could, I think I can I think I can!
Update: I did! We gathered enough funds to send every kid a gift on their wish list plus a bit of food and snacks for the family.
Then I had just enough time to hop around for a look at winter coats on sale. Ordered our Lakota kid a coat, warm gloves, and wool socks to go with the warm hat and rain boots I sent last week. I’m not good at fun gifts but I will make sure our people are warm and fed. That’s my specialty. They might want another sponsor when they get a little older and I’d understand.
Year 4, Day 252: Terrible start to the day at 330 am between a too-early waking and nightmares about fighting with my biodad again. I haven’t had one of those in months, maybe even years, and it’s every bit as unsettling as it was when they were a regular occurrence. It feels like it left psychic goo smeared all over. Ick.
Related, I finally complained about my jaw pain on Bluesky yesterday. It’s been more than a month with an ache in the left side of my jaw and I’m tired of it. It makes chewing really uncomfortable and just hurts the rest of the time. A friend helpfully gave me a rundown on things that have helped her. I knew about the mouth guard recommendation but have you ever heard of tongue posture? I hadn’t! Trying it out today has relieved some of the pressure in the side of my jaw. I hope this is all it takes, though.
I left PiC to figure out the kids’ doctor appts and our conference call this week. Those are usually on my plate but my brain is maxed out.
Year 4, Day 253: The jaw pain isn’t gone today but it’s at least 30% less! Measured by my ability to open and close my mouth and even to chew without excruciating pain, just bothersome pain.
We were all off our game today. The kids had appointments in the morning and were Infinitely Grumpy by the afternoon and evening. By 615 pm, we had one kid sobbing at the dinner table and the other kid sobbing in their room. So many feelings. So many energies.
When they’d all been fed, bathed, and packed off to bed, I settled into a long stint of ordering the last (I hope) holiday gifts for a White Elephant Party that PiC didn’t know about until the last minute (a game), the toddler birthday party (stack of books), and the other niblings (more books). I asked for book recommendations for the toddler set and a friend suggested Mud Puddle by Robert Munsch which I’d never heard of. I also ordered the last gift card for the Christmas Lakota family and packed all of those for mailing in the morning. After scouring Target and Michaels for fabric drawstring bags (NOT Christmas themed), I gave up and bought a pack from Amazon. Again opting for delayed shipping to get the digital reward since I yearn for more books but we’re quite cash poor this month after November’s purchases.
Year 4, Day 254: Another 40% drop in jaw pain! I was startled when I dragged myself out of bed and tentatively yawned. A little pain still, but the worst of it is better. So grateful for the relief.
After only about 4 hours of sleep, 3+ potential sleep hours were lost to painsomnia and Smol Acrobat’s disturbances, getting up into the wintry chill was tough. *Trudge Trudge Trudge* Sitting on the heating pad at my desk after finally pushing everyone out the door is wonderful, though, if I must be upright and conscious. This thing is a workhorse.
Packing continues today: Put together the last holiday box for our Lakota kiddo and scheduled a pickup for tomorrow. I have a standing giftee list to work from but can’t shake the feeling that I’m forgetting someone. There are still treats in my Chewy cart for my catphew, but pretty sure all the cousins have been … Nope. Two more! They’ll also get money because they’re long distance.
AUGH also FINALLY remembered the thing I’d been trying to dredge up from the back of my consciousness, tickling at me. There are two December birthdays to worry about and I’d only figured out one of them. Whew. Thank goodness.
Also also, I’d been slowly throwing together some pictures for a “catching up” holiday card since we hadn’t sent one in years. My heart wasn’t really into sending Christmas cards. When I changed it to a New Year card, that felt more right. Plus that gives me more time to send them. It’s a darn shame that Costco shuttered their Photo / Card printing services. Their prices were pretty reasonable. I ordered from Office Depot to test their quality. My experimental order coincided with a 60% off cards and invitations promo taking my $105 order (including tax and shipping) down $55. I also had some rewards money to apply so I’m spending about $30 out of pocket on 75 cards. I’ll be annoyed if they’re trash quality but not nearly as annoyed as if I paid Shutterfly prices!
Year 4, Day 255: PiC recently witnessed the same kid who attacked Smol Acrobat pinning down a little girl who was screaming at him to get off. He wouldn’t let her up until PiC saw what was happening and told him to get off her. Thankfully she wasn’t hurt but she was clearly distressed and it’s really frustrating that even with the safeguards and checks and staffing, this is still happening. So far Smol Acrobat is ok, but we can’t help feeling like it’s just a matter of time before this kid, who generally does this for a laugh from what we’ve seen, does someone more serious harm again. We’ve scheduled a call with the Director to get a read on what steps are being taken about this, but I suspect they won’t be able to bounce him out of there until and unless he harms someone a second time. The thing is we keep seeing him run at the other kids, not in anger, but rather because he thinks it’s funny to ram the others headfirst or things like that. Never quite serious enough to cause real injury but certainly nothing you want your kid to be subjected to, either.
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We would normally have had the tree up weeks ago, at my insistence, but it’s still not up yet because I’m feeling quite meh about it. I am on top of the presents and getting the house supplies stocked up. I know PiC will get on it but he usually does it for my sake. Maybe I just don’t have any emotional bandwidth left to want our own tree. Or maybe it’s just really hard to feel holiday related joy right now with all that’s going on in the world.
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Augh reminder to self, I need to open a Roth IRA for JB’s money. Their art store made a little money this year. I plan to donate a portion of the proceeds when we iron out all the kinks. For this first year, we’ll put the small amount into the Roth.
December 4, 2023
Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.
Year 4, Day 244: I’ve spent all year preparing for the end of the year: clearing holiday shopping ahead of time, getting (almost) all the check ups done before December, etc. Now that it’s upon us, I’m flabbergasted. How did it get to be December?? SMH. Also, we’re back to the grind of just the two of us trying to do ALL THE THINGS. We had a very lovely reprieve, it was rejuvenating even though I was short on sleep the whole week. I forget how much feeling supported offsets feeling tired. Under the “but no thank you” heading, Smol Acrobat is sick AGAIN. I bought them
On Bluesky, @vikrambath.bsky.social skeeted: “Very normal college admissions process we’ve got here in the United States of America” with a screenshot of an article: “Esther’s academics weren’t “stellar”, Kim said – only a 4.3 GPA 1520 SAT and nine AP courses. But in her personal statement, she wrote about her mother’s fight with breast cancer. And she was admitted to the University of Pennsylvania. “That was her trump card. It was a unique situation that she overcame,” Kim said. “To be frank, she got really lucky.”
My good friends back in the day were accepted to Berkeley, UPenn, Cornell, Columbia. I never once thought about their application process back then but these little snippets into college admissions processes today are at least a little unnerving. I wonder how much of that is limited to the colleges I’d never have tried for and wouldn’t expect my kids to try for, and how much of this has spread across the board to more … normal? run of the mill? standard? colleges. I don’t know what to call them exactly, but the ones that are in our pay grade.
(Whispers so I don’t jinx it: Smol Acrobat fed themselves eggs this morning and salad at dinner! With their own hands!! The way they eat their pizza is a complete travesty but I’ll take it!)
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