Nice and Warm and Toasty

Things I did on Saturday:

• took small lad to the golden arches for crap breakfast
• slept
• rolled over and slept some more
• rolled over again, felt nice and warm and toasty and slept some more
• stretched and got up
• washed dishes
• ordered pizza
• combed nits out of small lad’s hair
• combed nits out of my own hair
• watched Gardening Australia (which we never do)
• ate pizza
• had a shower
• thought about how nice I felt being all nice and warm and toasty and rolling over to go back to sleep (LUXURY!)
• moved bags of blood from one place to another
• a QAP set (take that anti-K)

Things I did on Sunday:

• hugged husbandly
• sat next to small lad in his bed and told him to go back to sleep
• looked at this entry, faffed about with it and closed it with no changes
• took chicken out of the freezer
• slept
• got up to wee
• slept again (not in the toilet)
• ate some leftover pizza
• cooked dinner
• ate dinner
• sat still while husbandly and small lad combed nits out of my hair
• combed nits out of small lad’s hair
• washed dishes
• had a shower
• braided small lad’s hair
• bemoaned my fumble fingers since I can braid my own hair quite well, but his always turns out a mess
• emptied bottles of water into empty containers to make cleaning solution
• thumped an uncalibrated touchscreen (because that really works - the last four weeks of the same uncalibrated touch screen show that, right?)
• put rubber bands on cardboard luggage tags for use with platelets
• moved more bags of blood from one fridge to another
• threw out some platelets that weren’t used
• sat with Coraline playing in the background as I added to this list (I’m saving Corpse Bride and Lego: The Adventures of Clutch Powers for start of day jobs at midnight)

Things I will do on Monday:

• take meat out of the freezer
• remember that we have no carrots
• faceplant into my bed
• sleep
• probably get up to wee
• sleep again
• mumble at small lad when he gets home from school -or- panic that he isn’t home yet and stumble out to the car just as he ambles down the drive
• start to cook dinner, remember we have no carrots and paw through the fridge
• find the pumpkin and wonder if I can make it look like carrots
• cook it all anyway and resist putting on that annoying bright face which small lad just KNOWS means he’ll have to eat something he doesn’t want to
• eat dinner
• wash dishes
• comb nits out of small lad’s hair
• sit still for the combing out of my hair
• have a shower
• sit down to braid small lad’s hair, say bugger it, and do a simple plait instead
• feel guilty as I drive to work for not braiding small lad’s hair
• move bags of blood around
• get irritated that no one bothered to make cleaning solution or refill water bottles for making cleaning solution
• get irritated that no one bothered to check the machine needed anything else either
• get over it
• slather hemp hand cream all over my hands and arms and possibly my legs (the air con, she is verrry drying, yes?)
• try not to touch anything until the hand cream absorbs
• fail miserably and try wiping it off onto my lab gown
• clean the phone, pen, bench top and PC I had to use while hand cream was still at smearing stage
• print out confirmation slips and cut them into smaller pieces to send with blood (I went to uni so I could do this job, it’s a wonder)

Things I will do on Tuesday:

• pretty much the same as Monday, plus carrots, which I’ll remember to buy on the way home
• run very fast as someone tries to lose their blood volume
• curse blood banking and all of its works as I try to fit in an antibody, multiple antibodies and a transfusion reaction with the bleeding patient(s)
• curse this list because I pre-jinxed myself
• be hugely relieved that after this load of shit I go home and don’t do it all again until the following Monday.

Things I will do on Wednesday:

• go to a movie instead of going home and sleeping
• get inspired that I’m out and about, plan a hugely complicated dinner
• mentally slap myself sensible and go for sausages instead
• manage the drive home by grinding my teeth in the car (it feels like nails on chalkboard - not pleasant, but I won’t fall asleep)
• be really annoyed I can’t sing in the car because of illness
• get halfway through putting on a load of washing, run out of steam and sit reading facebook and/or twitter (I’ll regret that tomorrow)
• get a fifteenth wind and clean something
• hate everyone else who uses the something (WHY CAN’T THEY BE TIDIER?)

That’s my week. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Black Plastic Baby Head.

It’s the last day of school holidays today and we are sitting around in our pyjamas. Which is par for the course unless we have somewhere to go, but don’t tell anyone, I think I’m ashamed I’ve passed this on to my kid. Sometime today we’ll have to do useful things, like getting organised for school tomorrow, which is far less work than it sounds, even if it does sound terribly important.

I spent yesterday pleasantly squiffed on gin and white wine (sequentially, not simultaneously) and have a far better head today than I expected. Waking up at four a.m. this morning (as I usually do) with one ear spinning was gross, but reading blogs and resolutely ignoring it did the trick. Some more sleep helped too.

At one stage I fell asleep while propped up reading - one advantage of working in the MOST UNCOMFORTABLE LAB IN THE WORLD is I can sleep in almost any position, although I seem to drool more these days.

The dream about the extraordinarily loud hand-held slide projector that sprouted a black plastic baby head cut that nap short, and a good thing too. The grinding noise was so loud I was afraid it would wake the house, but of course it didn’t because it was all a dream.

This is a very disjointed entry.

I was going to go on at length about marriage and motherhood not being definitions but rather priorities, but honestly, I can’t be bothered. I really did have it all planned out, but I’d rather just be silly. Or something.

Whatever.

I think I’m done for today. Maybe some more later. Tomorrow, unless of course I get a self-venting spleen tonight. See yerz.