The WORST has HAPPENED

Tomorrow morning a whole new crop of kids starts at the daycare.

And we received notice that there will be NO MORE PEANUTS.

(And no more shell fish, either, but that's less of a deal since I didn't often put crab legs in my kid's lunch.)

I admit that I hyperventilated a little at the news. My kid LIKES peanut butter, and it's EASY and CHEAP and good for him, too. And I'm kind of feeling put out that now there's a reason I can't give my kid what I want to in his lunch. And explaining it to him? Even worse! Why can't I have my favourite sandwich, mommy? Uh, well, it could kill your classmate??!

I feel for the parent. I do. And if I had a kid with allergies, I'd want a safe place for them to go to so that they could do all the fun stuff other kids do, and I could work and etc.

But this is all about me, being my blog, so let me just have a moment of self-pity and feeling kind of angry at the situation and put out.

Between this and the fact that my kid cried on the way home today because there's going to be another kid with his name ... well ... ugh. I'm just all annoyed at the whole place right now.

** I may be overreacting just a tad to all of this. **

Lazy Sunday

... I wish.

This morning dawned beautiful and sunny, but not too warm ... a perfect end of summer day. We took ourselves off to the farmer's market, and at the nearby playground met up with a daycare friend, which occupied close to an hour and a half by the time we were done with the lines at the market.

(For a city the size of Vancouver, having five farmer's markets -- FIVE -- and small ones at that, is just laughable. Especially given how hippie-like everyone is here.)

And then we spent the day playing in the back yard, building with tinker toys, and destroying the various forces that threaten the universe. There were rocket balloons lost on the roof and a tricycle being ridden and all kinds of strange cell phones. And thankfully unlike yesterday, no insane tantrums, but there were a few tears and unhappinesses. All in all, a nice calm Sunday.

And now The Man is cooking ratatouille in the kitchen, which smells gorgeous, and the laundry is almost done and the dishes aren't too scary and I am hoping that this congestion in my chest won't develop into anything more serious, as it seems is happening with everyone I know.

I can't hardly believe the summer is over. Crazy it might be, but I will miss these days.

Saturday randoms

I had a dream last night about my ex. Most specifically, that my child was his, that we had split up and he hadn't seen his child in six months, and for some (obviously completely insane) reason I took my child to his house to peer in the windows. He was married to the woman he cheated on me with, and I was angry at him -- angry at him for cheating, angry at him for marrying her, angry at him for not seeing our son for six months.

It's been seven years, and it seems somewhere inside I still am angry about this. I wonder when it's going to go away? It's not like I think about him very much, it's not like I talk about him or even feel consciously angry any more. But somehow my subconscious thinks so, anyway.

In his defense, in my dream, he was really excited about seeing his child. I suppose perhaps my subconscious is trying to tell me he had at least one redeeming quality.

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My son woke up this morning with a cough. A chesty cough, the kind where you can hear the congestion. "oh, kiddo!" I said. "That doesn't sound pleasant. Are you feeling sick?"

"Yes." he replies. "I have yogurt coughs."

"???", replies mother.

"Yogurt coughs mean you are REALLY sick." he explains, coughing again.

"Well, then you will have to stay in bed ALL DAY, because that's what REALLY sick people do." I say.

He coughs again, more gently. "See? that's a regular cough." he says. "I can get up." It quickly dissolves into hacking again.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," I reply.

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The day is grey and cloudy and promises to get better. This afternoon we are invited to a birthday party at a water park. I am sure the parents felt confident that the weather would be nice enough, and who could blame them? It's August, for pete's sake.

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I am tired. SOOOOO tired. Oh, GOD, so tired. Think I might go back to bed.

For what it's worth ...

I'm never buying a Maytag appliance again either. Our dishwasher is a Maytag and is a piece of crap.

But perhaps I might try Bosch next time.

Quilt hiatus

Alas, due to the lengthy belt, the quilt is on hiatus until I can locate another one and / or figure out how one might be able to "lower the motor" which according to one internet source is possible but they will not suggest how this might be accomplished.

So I'm back to knitting at least until tomorrow. But I miss the quilt.

I SO wanted to see it all together!

Say what?

Today my son asked me to build him an astrolabe out of lego.

A what? I had to look it up on the internet. I'd heard the word, but goodness if I know how to make one out of lego.

It got even weirder when we asked him how he knew that word.

He explained how it was the name of King Arthur's magical sword.

We don't have that story.

And then he pronounced it again for us. "Asturolabe-er" he said.

"Excalibur?" we asked.

He beamed. "Yes."

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Sight reading ... not all it's cracked up to be.

Good news and bad news

My sleuthing suggests it isn't the motor that's the problem. Whew!

But in the process of testing, I removed the belt, which was my other guess. And now a.) I'm almost sure it was the belt being a little too loose and b.) pulling off the belt and putting it back on doesn't make it ANY TIGHTER.

So I need a new belt. But that's going to be cheaper than a new motor or motor parts, I think!

Now I just have to find a new belt ...