This has been an exhausting week that I am happy to see come to an end. Jackson caught a cold at some point over the weekend (that’s him above looking all sick and adorable) and he woke up Monday morning with a cough and runny nose. After getting covered pretty much head-to-toe in booger snot for three days straight, I caught Jack’s cold by mid-week, which just happened to be day one of scorching heat in the northeast (and I won’t whine too much about the heat because we have central air which is a real luxury in NYC and I don’t have to commute in the subway if I don’t want to, so basically I’ve got it as good as you can if you’re stuck in a concrete jungle during a 100-degree heatwave). But with no way to distract ourselves — no walks outside longer than ten minutes, and no play dates with anyone whom we might infect with our nastiness — these last few days have been loonnnggg. They reminded me of those early weeks of motherhood, except with a lot more snot. A lot more. (Confession: if there were ever moments before becoming a mom when I wasn’t sure I really wanted kids, it was the thought/fear of all the booger snot I would have to deal with that turned me off. I hate booger snot. Like, it makes me want to barf. I can’t stand even being in the same room with someone who has a runny nose, so it’s been a real test of … endurance? flexibility? getting through this week).
Anyhoo. I had to get that off my chest. Speaking of which, there’s seriously a big snot stain on my chest right now. I think I will change.
Okay, let’s change the subject. Let’s talk about … awkwardness (it was suggested in the message board as a topic). What are some awkward moments in your life you remember most? I have a whole bunch, most of which I don’t care re-living. But here’s one that is kinda funny in an embarrassing sort of way: So, for my whole life until I was in college — actually, probably even some time past college — I rocked myself to sleep. It was something I must have picked up as an infant to sort of self-soothe, and I just never outgrew it. Eventually, it was nearly impossible for me to get to sleep without getting on my hands and knees and rocking back and forth in bed. Crazy, right? Well. You can imagine how this probably went over when I started college and shared a bunk bed with my roommate who had no idea what she was getting herself into. I tried — I really, really tried — to stop my bad habit. But it was involuntary. I would do it in my sleep, without even knowing I was doing it.
It was probably about two months into our first semester in college and my roommate finally summoned the courage to ask me what the fuck I was doing. She thought I was diddling myself and I’m pretty sure she didn’t buy my weak explanation of, “That’s just the way I go to bed!” It was a long, sleepless year after that, and we did not end up living together again sophomore year.
P.S. Booger snot.