She's having to learn whole new ways of interacting with the world. How overwhelming.

I need less pinterest. I made cleaner with dish detergent and vinegar and baking salt. It works okay, but damn. It smells.

I mistakenly cleaned the bathtub after my shower and before Noah and now I need to coax him to go in and shower because it smells!

They also talked about how when things hurt she has to say it hurts as opposed to panicking.

That's hard. I mean, I have trouble with that. I hope that having it explicitly talked about makes it easier for her to make the change.

No real damage done, btw. Probably should have led with that, but I was overwhelmed with the stupid. Posting it publicly mostly in hope that that will help me learn the goddamn lesson. I have a long history of forgetting that things that just came out of the oven are hot.

More than once, I have left a metal spoon in a pan and then tasted whatever it was with that spoon. Good times.

It's not even that she hears them, it's that when it hurts to breathe, that's a lizard-brain panic. It's HARD to not panic when breathing is impeded, even IF you know all the rational stuff.

I'm a strong swimmer, I can hold my breath for a looooong time, I can control my breathing to keep swimming even when water goes down the wrong tube swimming in the pool ....and snorkels and masks and huge deep ocean totally ruin all of that. It took a LOT the times the snorkel fed me a mouthful to just relax and flip to my back (or spit it out and do a few normal strokes with face in the water. ) Reset is not easy, even when you know what is going on.

Very true.

I've tried to move a hot pan with my hands after taking it out of the oven (with oven mitts).

Speaking of which, first unmedicated swim since I got sick. Um. Well, it felt like work. But did not translate to speed. Opposite.

I just discovered a gift-with-purchase clinique bag left for me (Um, maybe I should LOOK DOWN when I enter my house.)

I can use the remover, cleanser, bag and possibly eyeshadow. The rest I'll take to work. Brian got it when picking up his clinique stuff today (why didn't they give him a *guy* gwp bags?? He may have a beauty routine that puts mine to shame, but he's clearly not the makeup-wearing type. And pretty clear he'd have a boyfriend/husband, not a girl...) Anyway, he's gone into full on big-brother mode lately, which is cute (and not annoying.) He's soooo much more concerned about aesthetics of garage doors (he is a buyer for a high end interior design firm) than I. I suspect the conversation I'm gonna have with the contractor is gonna go something like "Look, I'm the farm cousin who just doesn't want ugly and really only cares about durability and functionality. I can't differentiate between whites not next to each other. You don't need to discuss powder coat techniques, just how much abuse it can take before I have to paint the fucker. So let's set my bar there."

I totally need someone in my life to leave gwp bags with makeup remover. I wore mascara for the first time in decades and after washing my face, I didn't get it all off. DOH.

I just finished re-reading Fault in our Stars. Lori offered to keep Noah overnight and her brood was going to see the movie. Noah cries at Clifford the Big Red Dog. It was likely not a good choice for him. So, I picked him up and we watched college baseball and then we snuggled in bed. He ended up going to sleep in Grace's bed. He misses her.