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January 27, 2004

Cabin Fever

Yet another snow day. They're after me, I tells ya.

Well, technically the Sainted Wife is after me. When the snow started to fall Sunday morning, there were 24 eggs in the house. Now there are 5.

It's simple breakfast math, I keep trying to tell her. Two eggs for her, 1.5 eggs for the Ngnat, two eggs for me, with .5 of an egg left over for whomever. Multiply that by three days and egg numbers are bound to fall.

"You're the only one eating eggs," she tells me, icily. Appropriate, considering the weather.

Well, yes, but how am I supposed to know that when I start breakfast each morning? It would be rude not to have an egg ready if anyone else wanted one, or two--I'm only thinking of them. It's not my fault they have donuts, turning the breakfast math into three eggs for me at nine and three more at noon. At least they're not getting thrown out.

"Think of it as me prepping for Atkins," I say, an excuse that gets the snort of derision it admittedly deserves in response.

Ngnat has reacted to the extended time indoors by making nests whereever she goes, piling blankets and pillows on the floor, encircling herself with toys and demanding to watch videos every waking hour of the day. We just finished watching the Grinch (animated version as opposed to the hideously crappy live action version) for the second time; I'm thinking maybe the holiday videos need to be stored in the same box as the holiday decorations, away in the attic, safely out of reach. Else I'll be watching Grinch, Charlie Brown and Rudolph all year round.

Scotty M. has shot his sleep schedule all to hell, apparently deciding that an eyerest every other hour or so is preferable to eight hours at night and a nap or two in the daytime. He's made it clear that if we expect a normal schedule out of him, he needs to be held the entire time. If we put him down on the mattress, no matter how deeply asleep he happens to be, it's Princess and the Pea time within a couple of minutes.

I think it's because he's in the room closest to the attic, and thus more likely to feel the cold drafts from there before the furnace kicks in. I'm going to try restricting the air flow from there a bit more, see if it makes a difference tonight.

Aside from Ngnat's nests and Scotty's slumbers* everything is fine, although the Sainted Wife developed a stiffness in her neck yesterday, long about the 36th hour of uninterrupted family time. Funny, the longer I'm inside, the worse the pain appears to get.

*Notice the alliteration? That's a sign of quality writing, I tell you what, and a fine sample of what you can expect from the team here at House Hraka. Come down, set a spell.

Posted by Bigwig at January 27, 2004 11:19 AM | TrackBack
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It's because he's that kind of human being- a normal variation in some children that adults happen to find it very difficult to accommodate, often. Sometimes those Princess-and-the-pea kids sleep better at night if they are in their mother's bed and can nurse in the night without anyone needing to move far.

Posted by: Alice Bachini at January 27, 2004 12:00 PM

Yeah, I'm snowbound too. Hazel's getting tired of all the rutting, Fiver is sucking down breastmilk and formula as if... well, as if he was a two month-old boy, and they're about to kick me out of the warren if I don't find something useful to do.

Hence the entertaining blog entries.

As for alliteration, I think the best example of quality alliteration occurred when General Sir Bernard Montgomery stopped on the road to Alexandria to query a British squaddy as to why his tank was parked by the roadside, rather than crushing the fiendish hun out in the wastes populated by the Bedouin. In perhaps the most awesomely alliterated ejaculation of all time, the squaddy replied,

"Look, f***er, this f***ing f***er is f***ing f***ed."

The sentence was so alliterative, it actually used the same word four times in a row, as four different parts of speech.

Top that!

Yes, you are right. I need to get out of the house. Did you say you needed some eggs?

Posted by: Blackavar at January 27, 2004 02:18 PM
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