another one of those days

my mood is the opposite of this lovely arrangement of tarts. not a good day to post, but bugger it! i'm going to do it anyway and make no apologies. i'm grumpy as hell. my baby won't sleep, he's nursing every hour and i'm becoming one of those little narcoleptic dachsunds featured on the discovery channel that crash on their faces when they are offered a treat by their trainer. the strain is more than they can bear... sleeplessness is the least of my worries. miles has a rash all over his chest and back-one day it appears to improve, the next day it is red and spreading. i took him to the pediatrician yesterday (i'm not fond of most western doctors in my area, so we only go in dire situations, opting for herbalists and the like), and this guy tells me to give my seven month old adult benadryl in some juice or ice cream. wtf?? my child is lucky to get rice cereal at his age. he will most certainly not be eating ice cream. or juice! what a complete waste of my time and money. seems we also didn't add miles to brandon's insurance policy in time (precious HMO) and so i had to actually pay out of pocket for this stellar advice. wonderful. i'm projecting all over the place. i'm sensitive to things people say to me, barking at B left and right, eating too much sugar and just generally feeling out of balance. i want to cut my hair and for some stupid reason, i'm scared to. i just cut it on friday and i love it, but i want to hack off more. what is this about? tonite i was in the glider with miles, far beyond his bedtime, trying to get him to sleep, and this whopper cacophany of coyote sounds kicked up. i stepped out onto the porch as my own three dogs gathered round my feet, struggling to get out the door. i listened quietly. i'm pretty sure what i heard was the voice of one celebrating coyote. one wild dog's song bouncing off the canyon walls, sounding like a pack of twenty... that dratted trickster always lets me know when i'm lost in the details. time to step back and see the big picture again.... i have received four emails where the typist pointed out to me that she accidentally made a "freudian slip": one wrote "sos" instead of "xox", one typed "margarita beads" instead of "mardi gras beads", another wrote "you have every idea" instead of "you have no idea"...and all of them TOLD me about their slips. this is just in the last two days. i told B everything felt a bit haywire and he said with concern, "is pluto in retrograde or something?" i'm looking forward to a quiet, relaxing weekend. what're you doing for peace and balance lately?