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Aug. 23rd, 2014 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy headache never quite went away yesterday. By bedtime, it was coming back pretty strongly, so I took an Amerge tablet. That helped but not quickly, so I had trouble falling asleep.
Cordelia stayed up later than I did. Because of how our house is configured, when she stays up, she has to be in her room with the door completely closed. Otherwise, there's too much light in our bedroom, and Scott can't sleep. (When he goes to bed early, he closes the door, but we don't like to do that all night. It's too noisy when I have to get up to pee.) I need to talk to Cordelia about being quiet when she goes in and out of her room late at night-- Last night, she woke Scott when she came out of her room for something.
Scott had to work 3 a.m. to 7 a.m. When that happens, there's always the threat that he might have to stay until 3 p.m. if somebody fails to show up. Fortunately, that didn't happen. He's home and relaxing now.
I have to bake bread today for a potluck. I was going to bake banana bread, but one of the bananas fell off the stem and proceeded to get moldy. I've never had that happen before. Usually, the stems are so tenacious that I have to cut them off when I use the bananas. That makes two occasions in a row when the bananas have gone completely bad before I got around to baking.
Left on my own, I would probably skip the potluck (my agoraphobia is kicking up. Maybe I need an Ativan), but Cordelia's been looking forward to it for weeks. It's the neighborhood 'block party.' People from our street (which runs two blocks), from the cul-de-sac off of our street and from a few houses along the adjoining streets will gather for dinner in the street. It's our one chance to see most of our neighbors. We don't go every year, but we've managed most years since Cordelia was born. I think about half the neighborhood usually shows up.
Cordelia stayed up later than I did. Because of how our house is configured, when she stays up, she has to be in her room with the door completely closed. Otherwise, there's too much light in our bedroom, and Scott can't sleep. (When he goes to bed early, he closes the door, but we don't like to do that all night. It's too noisy when I have to get up to pee.) I need to talk to Cordelia about being quiet when she goes in and out of her room late at night-- Last night, she woke Scott when she came out of her room for something.
Scott had to work 3 a.m. to 7 a.m. When that happens, there's always the threat that he might have to stay until 3 p.m. if somebody fails to show up. Fortunately, that didn't happen. He's home and relaxing now.
I have to bake bread today for a potluck. I was going to bake banana bread, but one of the bananas fell off the stem and proceeded to get moldy. I've never had that happen before. Usually, the stems are so tenacious that I have to cut them off when I use the bananas. That makes two occasions in a row when the bananas have gone completely bad before I got around to baking.
Left on my own, I would probably skip the potluck (my agoraphobia is kicking up. Maybe I need an Ativan), but Cordelia's been looking forward to it for weeks. It's the neighborhood 'block party.' People from our street (which runs two blocks), from the cul-de-sac off of our street and from a few houses along the adjoining streets will gather for dinner in the street. It's our one chance to see most of our neighbors. We don't go every year, but we've managed most years since Cordelia was born. I think about half the neighborhood usually shows up.
