Icepocalypse Now!

Remember when I told you about the direct correlation between my appointment schedule and the crap-ton of bad weather we’ve been having?

Well.  Apparently I was correct.

Because I had two very important doctor’s appointments yesterday, one for me and one for Sophie (what is it with our school district wanting yearly physicals done on the DOT? GEEZ!), so of course, sheets and sheets and sheets of ice began raining down from the heavens in the early morning.

School was cancelled, my appointments were cancelled, lots of businesses closed, and the ice kept a-comin’.

In the evening, a power transformer blew up in the suburb where Cortney lives.  Sorry, Kettering.  I didn’t mean to.  I just wanted to go to the doctor!  For my 6-week check-up!  (Because I may or may not need a little repair work on my incision, but that’s a whole other post [that you probably don’t want to read]).

This morning our local newspaper says 55,000 of our local power company’s customers are without power.  Our lights flickered last night about 9 pm and I freaked.  I ran for the matches and the candles and fretted that Sophie was really not wearing very warm PJs.  I could not fall asleep because I was so worried about the power.  My friend Shannon was texting me about trees falling down at her neighbor’s, perilously close to her own house.  My mom called to say that BOTH my elderly grandmother’s homes were without power.

Now we are on day 2 of no school (and we were pretty stir crazy by noon yesterday so I’m really looking forward to this!) and my yard looks like a skating rink (I should put my iPod on the front porch and charge $2 for admission) so I guess we’re in for the duration.

I’m hoping to get out tomorrow, because I’ve rescheduled my doctor appointment for then.  And Sophie’s for Friday.  Which probably means we’ll have 10 inches of snow by noon tomorrow.  But you know, I had to try.

I’m SORRY, Miami Valley!  In advance.

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SnowMG BFF!

Seriously, my fellow Ohioans, I must apologize. I fear I am to blame for all this bad weather.  I didn’t mean to do it, because honestly, I detest snow.  But it must be MY fault.

Because every time I freaking have somewhere to GO, it flippin’ dumps snow all over the place up in here!

Today, I had Jonah’s 4-week check up appointment AND Sophie’s first-ever dentist appointment, so I was out on these hazardous roads because neither was something I could really re-schedule (Sophie had to have  a dental exam within 60 days of enrolling in preschool. It’s like day 51.  Thankyouverymuch.)

A couple of weeks ago when I pulled a muscle in my incision area and thought I was going to die, I had to drive to the doctor in a snowstorm because I was in so much pain I was not gonna cancel that appointment.

And a month ago, the day before Jonah was born, I also had to drive to the  doctor for myself in the worst snowstorm thus far, so that they could tell me my blood pressure was too high (because I almost DIED 50 times on the way there!) and that I needed to have the baby the next day.

So clearly, every time I have an appointment, it is going to be like the Arctic in my ‘hood.

So please watch out next Tuesday (hair and brows),  Feb 10th (Sophie’s actual dental cleaning), and Feb. 17th (Jonah’s  8 week check-up.)  Those days are gonna SUCK.

You’ve been warned!

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Nancy Drew and the Mysterious “Wet”

Remember Nancy Drew’s first case here at Mommin’ It Up?  That was a doozy.  And fortunately, it’s been a long time since we’ve needed the help of that savvy teenage detective.   But yesterday, Sophie threw another mystery my way, and I’m gonna have to call in the big guns.

Soph and I were sitting in the living room shortly after noon when she decided to go upstairs. I figured she was headed up to her room to play with her dollhouse or read books and didn’t think a thing of it.  But then about two minutes later I heard her yelling, “OH no! It’s TOO WET!”

Crap.  That can’t be good.

I raced upstairs and found Sophie standing in front of the toilet with her pants and panties pulled down. “It’s TOO WET!” she said again?  “What’s too wet?” I said. “Did you go pee pee in your pants?”

“No it’s too wet on your (she’s still got pronoun confusion) SHIRT.”  She replied.

I moved in to investigate.  Her pants and panties were dry, but she was wearing a long tunic-style shirt, and sure enough there was a small water spot on the back.  It was oddly round, and about the diameter of a soup can.

I put her on the potty just in case, and noted that her lady parts were also dry.  There was no toilet paper anywhere and it didn’t look like she’d gone potty yet.  She told me she DID need to go pee pee and as she sat on the the pot, I began my interrogation.

“Did you already go pee pee?”

“No.”

“Do you need to go?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get wet from? The sink or the potty?”

“The potty!”

And yet. There was no water splashed anywhere on the floor, her hands were dry, there was no water on the toilet seat.

She sat there a couple minutes but never did pee.  And I never could figure out how she got wet!  So we just changed her shirt and moved on.  But dangit if I wouldn’t like to know.  I was so curious I even SMELLED the shirt.  (I’m an ace sleuth after all.)  It didn’t really smell like pee.  Maybe there was just a little water on the bathroom floor?  I don’t know! The rest of that kiddo was bone dry!

So, Nancy and friends, where did the “mysterious wet” come from?

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