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Sep. 26th, 2008 09:26 amThere's a motorcycle rally going on in my town right now. I'm trying and failing to come up with what one does during such an event (besides vrooming through town loudly). I mean, do they have workshops about motorcycle grease or something?
The used bookstore I want to bring some books to (if they accept them) is right by this venue.
Really what I want to do is work on my plan for the WIP, but my 3-year-old is having random, lack-of-sleep-induced meltdowns, and the baby is having more reflux, arching his back so much I can barely hold on to him, etc. He is so tense he can stand up and support his own weight. I have him on my lap and the laptop propped on my bed, and I'm typing with one hand. I know, I should give up and admit defeat. I haven't had enough sleep in so long you could use the bags under my eyes as hammocks. He's got to be tired, too. He's finally starting to relax, just in time for the three-year-old to start playing him songs on the recorder.
Actually, I'm open to tips for dealing with silent reflux. The best solution is prilosec, but for that I need a prescription, and our health insurance won't kick in until next month. (Don't ask--I don't have enough $^&*%&^* keys to adequately describe how I feel about that. It's being a hard move in sooo many ways.)
Whoever thinks stay-at-home moms have all this extra time to write because they're "not working" is welcome to take over my job for a day (or even three hours).
Okay, I'm going to brave the bikers for the bookstore, because no one is resting. Too bad we can't walk/take a bus. I need to walk more!! It's hard to have to drive everywhere.

The used bookstore I want to bring some books to (if they accept them) is right by this venue.
Really what I want to do is work on my plan for the WIP, but my 3-year-old is having random, lack-of-sleep-induced meltdowns, and the baby is having more reflux, arching his back so much I can barely hold on to him, etc. He is so tense he can stand up and support his own weight. I have him on my lap and the laptop propped on my bed, and I'm typing with one hand. I know, I should give up and admit defeat. I haven't had enough sleep in so long you could use the bags under my eyes as hammocks. He's got to be tired, too. He's finally starting to relax, just in time for the three-year-old to start playing him songs on the recorder.
Actually, I'm open to tips for dealing with silent reflux. The best solution is prilosec, but for that I need a prescription, and our health insurance won't kick in until next month. (Don't ask--I don't have enough $^&*%&^* keys to adequately describe how I feel about that. It's being a hard move in sooo many ways.)
Whoever thinks stay-at-home moms have all this extra time to write because they're "not working" is welcome to take over my job for a day (or even three hours).
Okay, I'm going to brave the bikers for the bookstore, because no one is resting. Too bad we can't walk/take a bus. I need to walk more!! It's hard to have to drive everywhere.