Fur

Somewhen today, my tongue felt quite funny. I couldn't describe how but it felt unnormal. That night, after dinner, it felt furry. Yes. Just out of the blue. I was a bit concerned coz I was ill quite often and I don't want to see my doctor again. He'd think I'm a stalker or something like that. But a furry tongue isn't a good sign, don't you think?
So I looked it up in the net. Thank God for the internet, I'd be lost without it…
On some hits they said it's because of antibiotics or allergies or vitamin deficiency. And there were a lot of other frightening illnesses like diabetes and stroke. I don't wanna think about this things so I first thought it's still because of the antibiotics. But it's a week now since I took the last tablet so it's unlikely. And then, I couldn't remember when I ate an apple or other fruits or fresh vegetables. When I told hubby that I think to have a vitamin deficiency he was laughing and told me that this couldn't happen to us. I told him that I didn't eat fruits or vegetables for a very long time. Just toast, raspberry jam, noodles and meat. Well, there are not enough vitamins to stay healthy…
Now, I don't wonder of being ill so often anymore. I decided to eat more oranges and apples and papricas and other healthy, full of vitamin food. This is good for my figure, too.
I will cook more often and get back to my "Metabolic Balance" a bit. At this time, I wasn't ill at all. I was just aggressive because I wasn't allowed to eat enough *gg*

As they say: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away!" (and probably a furry tongue as well…)

Have a nice day!

The Question

Yes, a Sunday post *shock* Uhm, hubby's still sleeping as though he needed to work at night and I'm a little bored. So I thought I'll post a bit...

And there's one question I wanna talk about. One question which really needles me. One question I get asked more often than "How do you do?". This one question get me down. And this one question infringe on my privacy.
What question? You really wanna know?
It's: "When will D get a sibling?" Or: "When will you get pregnangt again?" Or: "Already planning the second?" And the best version: "When will your second kid be born?"

Oh, this annoys me so much. I feel really annoyed when I hear that sort of question. I'd never do that. Never. I think it's the decision of the parents. I'm not allowed to put pressure on them. That's no concern of mine.
And yes, I do expect the same respect from others. They'll tell me when they got pregnant or if they plan another one or whatever.

So whenever someone asks this question I do react like this: "Another one? Hell, no! One is stressy enough and I don't feel like getting through this all again. We will have an only child. Really, we will!"
Reactions? Shock! And this is what I want. This reaction points out that they never ask again.
We told our parents and our very best friends that we're planning to get pregnant again this year. Nothing more. They need to wait, too. I don't want any pressure from others asking if I'm already pregnant. I want to have fun planning the second kid. Not thinking I'm on duty, if you know what I mean.

Any other experiences on this thing?

Have a wonderful Sunday!

Streusel Cake

Hi there!
Sorry for the few posts this week. It has a cause: remember I told you I have bronchitis? My doc gave me some antibiotics and surprisingly I bore quite good with it. Yes, I thought I bore good with it. Tuesday afternoon, I took the last antibiotic tablet and on Thursday morning, I looked like a Streusel Cake. You know, red pustules all over the body, it's itchy and ugly. So Thursday morning, I had an appointment for gastroscopy first (ending up that they luckily found nothing). So when I woke up and take a shower I noticed the rash for the first time. And it was really horrible.
Nevertheless, I went to that gastroscopy thing. After I woke up and was finished there hubby took me to my GP for showing him the rash and ask if it's because of the antibiotics. Well, he told me that the rash is a side effect and prescribed me a salve.
I cannot sit quite well and despite putting the salve all over my body the rash is still itchy and I feel very uncomfortable. My doc told me that it'll be gone within the next few days, when my body is "clean" again. So hopefully I'll be back wealthy by Monday.

Have a wonderful weekend!

R.I.P.

>> Memories are like little stars which shine consolatoryly through our grief <<
(unknown)

This is one of my favorite condolence verses. I needed to write quite many in the last years and really, I would be glad if this will stop. Soon. Now.
As I noticed yesterday night, an acquaintance died. He was ran over by a train, Friday night. At the age of 20. No one knows how this could have happened.

My "bro" died nearly 4 years ago, at the age of 19. (He wasn't my real brother but a very very close friend and we felt like siblings to each other.) He got an accident while driving around with his motorbike. The truck in front of him applied the brakes all of a sudden and he got under the truck and was dead, immediately.

And there were a lot of other young, very young people who died by car accidents or something. This is so horrible and I don't get it. And those are the time I'm not sure if there's a God. I know there is one but it makes it hard to believe. Why does he take those young and nice people from us? I mean, if one is 83 years old and is dying of some physical infirmity it's quite sad at all but it's OK. Don't misunderstand me, I hope you'll get it right.
But what the hell does He think when taking away those kids? They are still kids, there's a lot of life to experience out there which is so worth to get known to. Why don't they get the chance?

I really believe in God. I'm a Christ, an ex-ministrant. I know He has his reasons. I hope He has his reasons, good reasons. But I don't get it?
Sometimes, I thought that we aren't good people if such a bereavement happens to us. Maybe He wants to victimize us? But this is as illogical as the other stuff.
Those are the moments, I want to talk to Him, face to face. Just to make him tell me the reason for this move...

>> But I trusted in thee, oh Lord. I said: Thou are my God. My times are in thy hand... <<
(Psalm 31, 15)

Waterfalls

That morning was really great. I enjoyed it very much and D does as well. He played in his room and I did some household and read my blogs...

Then he decided to help me. This is really nice - unless he wants to help in the bathroom. As I put out the laundry of the washing machine to put the clothes in the tumbler or to hang up the clothes he first put the laundry on the floor. Just pulled them out and put them on the floor. Yes, I know, that's his way to help me. But it isn't right.
I asked him to stop as fresh clothes are never put on the floor. He stopped.

And from one second to the other - the whole bathroom floor was flooded with water. D sat right in the middle of the puddle. He was so shocked that everything was wet and he didn't understand. I screech as I got frightened. Then I took D and sat him on the step to the bathtube, the only dry place in the whole bathroom, and started to mop up the whole thing with some towels. Then D realized that he's wet and did something wrong and started to cry. He sat there on the step with this wet trousers and socks and cried.

God, damn, this was soooo sweet. So I paused mopping up and comforted him. I explained what happened and that I first need to mop up the water and then got him changed. He calmed down, sat good on his step and watched his mommy mopping up the disaster he made up.

But well, I cannot blame him for what he did. He just wanted to play with the bucket half full of water which his mommy didn't put away. Coz she was too lazy to walk with the bucket to the seperate toilet to pour it out. That's the truth. I was too lazy. So this was my punishment.

After mopping everything up I took D to change his clothes. And everything was wet. His socks with the rubber sole, his pants, his tights and his onesie. Yay! So I need to change really the whole boy, except his shirt...

You always get a pay-back for being lazy, don't you? I guess, I learned from this thing... Hopefully!

Have a nice day :-)

Tic Tac Tic Tac

Saturday was my birthday party. I invited some friends to celebrate with me. Unfotunately, some of them were ill and couldn't come :-(
When they came over we had Spaghetti Bolognese - easy to prepare for me - and a chocolate Pana Cotta for dessert. It was the first time I did Pana Cotta on my own. I did too much so they will have a nice dessert tonight as well…

My mom picked D up to stay with them so we are able to sleep longer than usual.
Normally, we need to get up at about 8am as D wakes up then.
And as I didn't know how long we'll partying I better organized a babysitter.

We watched boxing (Klitschko vs. Johnson) and did some "Buzz", had some beer and Bailey's and wine and chips - just had a great time! Our guests left around midnight and we enjoyed the silence and watched TV ("Bloody Santa") until I don't know.

The next morning I woke up at *tata* 8am… What the hell??? Why do I wake up at my usual time when I'm able to sleep so much longer? I could have slept until 10 or 11 am but no, I woke up at 8am. As I was still sleepy and I didn't want to get up that early and clean up the kitchen I tried to get asleep again.

No way! I don't get it!
Well, I hate my body clock!

Do you know that? Do you have the same issue? Waking up at your usual getting-up time when you could sleep longer coz you're kids staying elsewhere? Would like to hear/read your experiences...

Can't touch this

Well, I know that kids do have a mind of their own. D has a strong character. If he doesn't get what he wants then he starts screaming and crying trying to impress his parents. But we always stay consequent and he stops screaming quite fast. He knows it's useless.

And of course there are some book-shelfes and cupboards where he's not allowed touch or open. D really likes to put all the books out of the shelf and all my pots, too. I could tell him "no" as often as I want - and I'm sure he understands what "no" means - but he never listens. Or he listens, looking at me, shaking his head as though he understands, smiles at me - and keep on going… It's always the same. Just like he wants to annoy me.

I think that he just wants to know if I stay consequent and tests his limits. But it's quite exhausting to look after him non-stop and try to explain why he's not allowed to do it.
Sometimes I want to record a tape with "no, don't do this" and "no, not this" and play it regularly. Or just play "Can't touch this" by MC Hammer. This would be so much easier, wouldn't it? But it wouldn't help me if he touches the flowers and ruin them. Then I need to put him away.
Two minutes later he's at the flowers again.
Sometimes I am curious what's on his mind. I really am.

How about your kids? The same? Or is it just D?

Dirty...

Well, I never ever wanted to look like a mom. You know: not showered with a hair like a mess, a stressy face, letting everyone know that I'm exhausted.
I always wanted to look like I'm organized. Showered, hair done, nice clothes, whatever. Leaving home like everyone else…

But well, life's not always a bowl of cherries! So now as a mommy I really look like a mommy: hair like a mess, exhausted, stressed.
I always try to be showered when leaving the house and that works quite fine. Also putting on new and clean clothes.

Except yesterday! I was around with my fav grey shirt, cooking and changing diapers and going out to the building center. In the evening, I visited a friend who helped me with some computer issues. Then I went visiting my parents who had guests and talked with them, too. When I came home some hours later and put down my jacket - I saw it: a big stain! *shock*
The whole day I ran around with this stain!
How embarassing!

Maybe most of you think that it's not a big thing b/c it may happen very often. Not to me. Really. It never in this year of being a mommy happened that I wore a dirty shirt. So now I'm checking my clothes twice before leaving the house - even my hair is a mess...

Do those things happen to you, too? How do you handle it?

Wide Open

Have you ever noticed that you put your mouth open when feeding your kid? No? Me not, too.
But my husband says I do. Honestly, this must look sooooo dump and when he told me I was kind of embarassed. I was very attentive when I feed D - and hey, he was right.

So now I work on it that I keep my mouth shut when D opens his. This must look quite weird for other people and I'm sure I did open my mouth too when I fed D in a restaurant or whereever. I just asked why he didn't told me this earlier and do you know what his answer was? >>I thought it was cute...<<
How can I be angry with him when getting such a nice answer? Damn it... *gg*

But yesterday D's gotmother and her husband visited us and we ask her hubby to feed D. And guess what? He did open his mouth when D opened his too. And I did say nothing at all. Mean, I know. But I was just very relieved that this happens to other people as well ;-)

I'll keep watching other moms and dads if they open their mouth while feeding their kid... And I bet you'll be more attentive, too, won't you?