Metal Meredith

I promised myself that I would get more educated about our Constitution this year. I haven’t done a very good job. Now, I found this which has peaked my curiosity:

(HD) A More Perfect Union from Andrew Sloat on Vimeo.

I also have looked up sites that explain the Constitution like I am in 1st grade. That is what I really need.

In this election year, I implore all of you to do a little research and rediscover what this country was built on. I think we all need a refresher after what we have been through. 

If you know me at all, you know that once it gets above 72 degrees, I become a major bitch. The real problem is that I sweat, A LOT. I am not sure if it is due to my girth or just my genetic make-up, but I hate it.

I even asked my doctor last time I was there. He told me it had a lot to do with how my body reacts to heat and after some tests, determined that I don’t have any sort of sweating disease.

It doesn’t make me feel any better, make my hair any less wet and make it easier to wear make-up past May. If Phil didn’t hate cold so much, I would be jetting off to a nice home in the north west of the US right about now. Where last week, it snowed. 

I am not sure why I can’t escape it this time. Since Henry was born, I seemed to have either been more sick when I get sick, or I am getting the same ailment more than once in a short time span. And dammit, it just isn’t fair.

This time, I had that same miserable fever and aches virus that lasted another 48 hours. I just had it 3 weeks ago. I spent 2 evenings in bed, on top of a heating pad, under 4 layers of blankets and 3 layers of clothing. I don’t remember much, but I do recall many hallucinations about meatballs, the Sunny Patch Friends, Lost, The Hamptons, movie producing and Republican Conspiracies. I kept yelling out how I wasn’t entertaining Lost theories while I was so sick. Who was I yelling to? Myself.

While others are able to treat sickness with a hefty dose of sleep and drugs, I lie awake and unable to sleep. These viruses send my brain into overtime. It is nearly impossible to turn it off. Each time my eyes droop closed, my brain starts in on theories and solving problems and putting out fires. Not ones that might save the world, no. These are more like how to get the actor to respond to thoughts on the commercial I am shooting. Or how my stomach actually hurts because Republicans have kidnapped me and inserted some sort of internal tracking device that makes me hard and unfeeling. (No really, I seriously had that one, I am not trying to create drama here!)

It also seems that no amount of over the counter drug can help me. Those are the times that I curse my need to destroy all narcotic prescriptions as they are no longer needed. How I wish I had that Codeine to make me pass out. I wanted to feel no pain!

Happily, I am one entire day free of a fever now. The aches and pains are all but gone with exception of a dull throat ache. Phil stepped up to the plate and not only worked on his own projects, but kept the children alive and thriving, made goodie bags for Vivienne’s “School Birthday” and took them to Target to get Icees. He is a good man, that one.

As usual, I am spending a good several hours of alone on Mother’s Day. Not because I am being punished, but because this is part of my gift. Hooray!

This morning, I was greeted with a gaggle of little gifts and Vivienne requesting to make me a special breakfast. Instead, Vivienne and I both cooked Coconut Encrusted French Toast. We had so much fun cooking together. She was very impressed with what she had made.

A funny thing has been happening lately. For every day that Vivienne is a turd to her little brother, there is a day when she plays with him by chasing him around, helping him slide or push his truck. She has started helping him into her baby stroller and then pushing him around the house. He loves it! Last weekend, she spent a good 20 minutes pulling him in the wagon around the back yard. I am not sure what the change is that has helped this occur, but I am not complaining.

I know better than to wish for siblings that never fight or are ridiculously close. I do hope for siblings that enjoy each other more than not. Her recent actions lead me to think that maybe there is hope that they will spend a brief period playing together before Henry gets too unruly or Vivienne gets too sophisticated. She is almost a Kindergartner, you know.

Although I am so wonderfully happy to have my kids, I am giddy at the prospect of having my computer back by the middle of this week. That is possibly the best gift of all today. Although, sitting her in the quiet would be a very close second.