Still organizing the records....well, sort of. Yesterday, I was fully out of commission due to a really bad headache. It started coming on early yesterday afternoon, but I sort of just ignored it.....until it got so bad that my eyes were extremely sensitive to light, I coudn't stand any sound accept for the soothing fan in our bedroom, and I couldn't even drag myself to the kitchen to fix something to eat. I slept from the time the boy I babysit left @ 5 PM until 11:45 PM. I got up to use the bathroom, got a drink of water, and went right back to bed because my head was still pounding. Slept peacefully until I had to wake up this morning at 6:30 to babysit again. My head feels totally fine now. I don't know what brought it on. Strange.

This morning on my way home from picking the little munchkin up (his parents are having vehicle issues and are paying me $5 extra a day to come pick him up. Woohoo!), I stopped at the grocery store to grab some bottled water and bread. I had been thinking about watermelon for 2 days, so my ulterior motive was really to see if they had any watermelon. And they did! I bought the hugest one I could find and the boy and I stood in the kitchen as soon as I got home and ate 1/4 of it all by ourselves. Well, it was mostly me. It seems like the best watermelon I have ever tasted. Yum! While we were at the store, the cashier thought the boy was a girl. That has happened to me a few times while out in public with him and I never correct the stranger. I just don't feel like making someone uncomfortable and embarrassed. Honestly, I would confuse him for a girl at first glance too, because his hair is so long. It's almost always in a ponytail or bun - otherwise, it would be too unruly. Every time I have to comb it or put it up, he screams. I always say, "Don't yell at me, it's your parents' fault." But he doesn't understand, of course. I was also a little embarrassed in the store with him because his outfit was pretty stained up and his hair looked like he had slept in his ponytail and therefore had that lovely rat's nest look to it. Gggrrr. I feel like telling everyone we see, "Oh, 'she' isn't mine -I just baby sit 'her' and I didn't dress 'her' this way, I swear." I'm all about kids being allowed to get dirty and explore, but I was just raised with the idea that kids should get their mouths wiped and get a clean shirt on when it's time to go out in public. Maybe I'm a snob like that. I shouldn't even complain - I certainly didn't look neat when we went shopping this morning....I was in a baseball hat and flannel pajama pants. Doh! But nothing was stained and my face was clean, does that count as looking presentable?

Our first appointment with the midwife is tomorrow. I can't wait!

Labels: babysitting, general complaining