I had to use The Google to look up the correct spelling of hemorrhoid, you know. How is one supposed to ascertain if she has a hemorrhoid? Short of having my husband pry open my bum cheeks to take a gander at a possible sore on my anus, are there symptoms I should be on the lookout for? I have heard of pregnant women being prone to hemorrhoids but with my last pregnancy I managed to dodge the rectal boil bullet. All I know is that it hurts when I wipe, when I wear a thong, and when I sit for too long. Yipes. I don’t really want to know.
In other news, there is something to be said for momentum. When I spend my days at home with Avelyn I put off all the things I need to do for later, reasoning that I’ve got all day to take care of them, so what’s the rush? Then all I do is go to the park, hang out at play-dates, bake cookies, and blog. The carpet gets thicker with dog hair and goldfish crumbs, the bed stays unmade and the laundry piles touch the ceiling. But on the one day that I work outside of the home, I get so much accomplished upon arriving home from the office. In a flurry, I whip up a hot meal, clean up the kitchen, vacuum the scummy floor, fold six hampers of laundry and tidy up everything in sight. I am not even exaggerating. This is all I have done in the two hours since coming home. More than I usually do in an entire week of days at home. I guess I am already in work mode so I just let it run its course. So I can return to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow: “Sloth. Will She Get Off the Couch?”
Avelyn’s vocabulary is busting loose these days. She is adding news words by the dozen and it’s so amazing to see. I tried, rather unsuccessfully, to capture the essence of her genius on film, but she’s too enthralled with the camera to focus on her words. Owell, here’s a little taste:
Untitled from Amanda on Vimeo.