So, it’s me ‘n Buddha Boy. I have a headache…LOL Sister didn’t yell at me for threatening her granddaughter, and approved everything else, which is a relief.
Boy-child has all kinds of new toys from his birthday and what is he playing with? That’s right, an empty box.
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New day. BooBoo seems happy enough with his mother gone. He is teething or something. A little fever, not much appetite, liquid ‘discharge’ in his underdrawers. :-D Baby Tylenol, slushy ice pops in his bottle, chilled teethers, and Wheat Thins Flatbreads. We’ll see how he fares with those helpers.
Went through that bedroom last night. Discarded more trash than I wanted to see in there, packed up the rest of Blondy’s things, and put the bin and boxes on the back porch. Went through all of boy-child’s clothes and pulled everything sized less than 12 months. Those are going to the women’s shelter. Pulled apart the bed pallet on which Blondy had been sleeping. Washing all the pieces used to build it up, except the sleeping bag and the foam mattress topper. Rolled up the first and put the latter in the living room for Buddha Boy. He is having a good time with it. Awwwww. Found more than a dozen baby blankets wadded up here and there.
Bad news is I believe I have another head cold. And I broke my right little toe again last night for the seventh time, I think it is? Getting to where it doesn’t really hurt anymore and that sign has unpleasant connotations.
The yard looks incredibly good. Sister came up with $20 and C got his girlfriend’s father to come take care of it. I only asked for the worst four places and he did the entire yard, mowed and edged. Very grateful to him.
It is only 8:37am and I’m already tuckered.
Lesson learned: When one is washing bed linens from a room in which mother and child both sleep, one should always ensure to completely unfold and shake out said linens. Otherwise, one might very well wash three used disposable diapers with the above mentioned bed linens.
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New day. Another lesson learned: When boy-child is sleeping, one should lay down, also.
He is clinging and fretful. Think it is more to do with his teeth than his mother, but no psychic here and I could be 180° wrong. He is eating ice pops and I semi-freeze his yogurt.
June-hot and climbing. Think my days of more than deadheading outside are about over until September. Happy, happy with most of my flowers. Been told the spotty stuff on the flowers is probably thrip damage. Saw a Cardinal couple flitting in the Rose of Sharon trees. After just a few minutes, she decided to rocket off and, of course, he followed. Still was joyful to see them.
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