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Sunday doesn’t end well for anyone
Sep. 7th, 2025 11:00 pmIt started innocently enough and progressed well. Everyone was up before noon. Playdate was canceled, but that happens fairly often and is roughly evenly split so I don’t worry about it. We listened to some podcasts, which was fun. I worked on dis-assembling a lego. Someone came and picked up an Easter frame. No walk, because thunderstorms, but M. came for a visit. I zoomed with I. I did family zoom.
All meals happened at roughly the right intervals. I gave A. lots of heads up warnings to get a shower, and that I was going to bed at midnight. All seemed well, right up until midnight, when A. said she felt really unwell because she’d had 3 glasses of chocolate milk in an effort to feel full, and now felt really uncomfortable. If she had told me she’d needed a snack, I would have gotten her a banana and a blondie, because she had no banana at breakfast (we were out) and we had them now (R. went to the grocery store, which is why we had the chocolate milk). It was lactaid milk, so there’s that, but also, that stuff is whole milk. This was just nuts. I weighed the carton, and it weighed 2 pounds 5 ounces, so between when R. went grocery shopping and when I weighed it (an under 8 hour time period, IIRC), she got through a quart of chocolate milk.
Gah.
I gave her a lactaid and threw a temper tantrum, nothing I do around here ever gets me 8 hours in a row uninterrupted, which means, by definition, I never get a full night’s sleep. I get that that’s a given when you have little kids, but I now have a will-turn-17-in-weeks and a 20 year old. What the actual fuck.
I did manage to plow through a large chunk of furniture planning for the new house, so there’s that.
All meals happened at roughly the right intervals. I gave A. lots of heads up warnings to get a shower, and that I was going to bed at midnight. All seemed well, right up until midnight, when A. said she felt really unwell because she’d had 3 glasses of chocolate milk in an effort to feel full, and now felt really uncomfortable. If she had told me she’d needed a snack, I would have gotten her a banana and a blondie, because she had no banana at breakfast (we were out) and we had them now (R. went to the grocery store, which is why we had the chocolate milk). It was lactaid milk, so there’s that, but also, that stuff is whole milk. This was just nuts. I weighed the carton, and it weighed 2 pounds 5 ounces, so between when R. went grocery shopping and when I weighed it (an under 8 hour time period, IIRC), she got through a quart of chocolate milk.
Gah.
I gave her a lactaid and threw a temper tantrum, nothing I do around here ever gets me 8 hours in a row uninterrupted, which means, by definition, I never get a full night’s sleep. I get that that’s a given when you have little kids, but I now have a will-turn-17-in-weeks and a 20 year old. What the actual fuck.
I did manage to plow through a large chunk of furniture planning for the new house, so there’s that.