Dear Internet, I have missed you. And I will continue to, since we still do not have a monitor and then I went and forgot to pay the SaskTel bill and they disconnected our internet and we’re just not getting it hooked back up until we find a random external monitor somewhere or we magically find the money to buy a new computer.
Being cut off from the internet when you live in a new place where you know NOBODY makes for a very lonely existance. It reminded me of the time last fall when my marriage fell apart and then I was diagnosed with Lupus and then they said JUST KIDDING! It’s just arthritis! No wait. Never mind. We really have no idea why you’re all puffy and splotchy and why random limbs all of a sudden double in size but here, let us hook you up to an EKG for six hours and then make you leave the hospital with a horrific stomach bug in addition to everything else which will cleanse you of all the fluids that were in your body and make you run to the bathroom and wonder do I sit or do I put my head in the toilet bowl or do I grab a bucket so I can do both? All this while I was going through a very antisocial time and I was working 60 hours a week and I’d shut down my blog after a nervous breakdown and I just didn’t know what to do with myself anymore.
It’s kind of like that but without the marriage problems and without the 60-hour work weeks and without being wrongly diagnosed with a terrifying disease. As much fun as that was.
Since I mostly interact with my friends online (or by text message) (I’m not much of a phone person), not being online means that I miss posts about babies being born (or not born) and really, seeing photos of newborns and reading birth stories is how I got addicted to this Internet thing in the first place.
At least withdrawal from the internet isn’t as bad as withdrawal from antidepressants. There are no lightning bolts in my brain and I’m not vibrating and I’m not seeing things that aren’t there. (Or are they?)
I was up half the night with Liliana, which is not normal. Don’t hate me for saying this, but she’s always been a great sleeper. From Day 1. She never had her days and nights mixed up and has been sleeping 12-hour stretches (with brief feeding breaks when she was really tiny) since she was 12 weeks old. So, when she wakes up in the middle of the night crying or screaming, it’s obvious that something is wrong. She was given some Tylenol two nights ago and again last night because I didn’t know what else to do. She also ended up in bed with me and I am not a fan of co-sleeping. I’m selfish and I like my space and I like my kids to be in their own beds. Unless they’re sick.
She woke up this morning barely able to speak and sounded pretty hilarious. Noah decided to stay home with her since I only work two days a week and didn’t want to miss a day and he works outside and it’s supposed to feel like 38C (100F) outside and heatstroke just isn’t all that fun. (Both of us love staying home with them, so we usually either take turns or decide what makes the most logical sense.) (Or who’s more likely to get scorched by the sun.) Today was supposed to be Kaylie’s last day of daycare before she starts school next Tuesday, but I’m pretty sure she’s happier to spend the day with her dad.
It’s hard to tell sometimes whether Liliana’s sick or not because she doesn’t let anything hold her back. She ate her breakfast just fine and was quite chipper as they drove me to work this morning. Noah then took her to get checked out and she apparently has swollen tonsils and an ear infection. Poor kid. I checked in on her early this afternoon and Noah said that she’s almost completely lost her voice, which means that he’s not had to deal with much fighting or yelling today, which really isn’t all that fair but I guess I should feel special that my children save their fighting and yelling for when I’m home with them and Daddy is at work.
I hope you’ll forgive me for my lack of blog reading and commenting and writing and that you’ll be patient while I try get through this horrible internet-less time. First-world problems are so harsh.
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