Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...
June 18, 2007
NOW I Will Go Pack
I am very grateful to those of you who pushed me to call the OB. I am a terrible, terrible wimp about calling the on-call doctor. I've done so only one time in my whole life, and it was when I thought I was in early labor with the twins--and even then, I waited until the sun came up to call. I tell you this with cringing shame. But anyway, I did call the OB on Saturday, because you guys are so bossy, and I got a very bossy antibiotic that won't let me eat for 2 hours before or 1 hour after taking it and makes me set an alarm to take it in the middle of the night, and I am so so SO glad I got it two days earlier than I would have if I'd followed my usual wimpy ways.
Elizabeth is going to cause me to lose whatever mind I have left. After several nights of going down fine for bedtime and naps, she's back to the crying. Last night she cried for an hour and a half after her bedtime. I finally went in and snuggled her and patted her and comforted her--and then when I put her in her crib she cried. So then I rocked her to sleep, feeling both Right and Wrong about it, and she didn't wake up when I put her in her crib, but she DID wake up at 3:30 a.m. and didn't go back to sleep. So! You can imagine what a happy, happy household we are this morning, with a crabby, nodding-off mother and a crabby, tired toddler. She keeps emitting these SCREAMS at NOTHING, and I am about ready to join her.
Today I really must start packing for the trip to my cousin's wedding. We leave Thursday morning, which means I have three days for packing. I must do it! I must! I must stop blogging and go start on the packing!
I have been waiting so long to dye my hair again. I'd dyed it back to my own color shortly before getting unexpectedly pregnant, and my OB has a stroke if his patients color their hair, so even though I keep reading it's probably safe, I don't like to tease him and I've been suffering my natural color for about ten months now. That's too long. Last night I colored it--and the color didn't take. Did you know that hair color can expire? I did not--and if I HAD known, I would have assumed it was like those things that tell you to throw out ALL your make-up every 2/3/6 months. Not because they want more of your money, oh no! It's purely because they are concerned about your health!
I've acquired many boxes of hair color on one clearance or another, and I've been sitting here all smug on my pile of riches--but now I find out that I am sitting on a pile of useless boxes. The active ingredients change with time, so you can get a different color than you expect, or patchy results, or no effect at all. I guess I should be grateful that I got the last option, but I was still disappointed: I was expecting to see my light-absorbing brown-blonde change to a more appealing, light-reflecting, blondisher color. But no! I removed the towel for the big reveal--and there was my very own brown-blonde as usual, sucking the light and color from the room. Well, now I have to toss out a bunch of hair color, and then go buy another box.
At least my hair is all yum soft from the conditioner that comes with the hair color, so if you met me in the dark you would think I had great hair. Man, why don't they sell that conditioner separately? It is so much better than any conditioner I've ever used.
Posted by Swistle at 6:17:00 AM