Sticky, Otis, and Bigger Spaces

It's hot and humid outside. I'm sitting at the computer, not doing to much, and I can feel a thin layer of ugly sweat on my forehead. It's doing its job; my forehead feels cool, but the wetness is uncomfortable. Now that I think about it, I can feel that sick sweat between my fingers and between my toes. A small bead is even dropping into my ear at this very moment.

I hate humidity. I'm not one for summer. I prefer cool weather, sweater-weather as I call it. I could do without the heat. No, scrap that. I could do without the humidity. I just want to hide in shade, I want to loaf. Fall and spring make me feel more active, way more active. Its been like this most of the day and I don't see a change in the very near future. We are supposed to get some nasty thunderstorms soon. Weather like this doesn't break until the clouds do.

I'm listening to some Otis Redding, and it's late. I am thinking I should go to bed soon. Punk Boy went to lay down at about 5:30 PM and I stayed up with the Sea Monkey. He ate a good dinner and we played together on the floor in the living room for a good few hours. He is finally learning how to hold his sippy cup, which makes me happy. My god, he's progressing. Just a few days ago he figured out how to pull himself up on his knees on our furniture. Yesterday, he pulled himself up to standing. I hear walking isn't far off when they get to this stage. What the fuck? It seems like he just learned how to crawl and I am just learning to get a handle of taking care of him at this stage. What's going on? He's a constant joy in my life, my little Sea Monkey. His two bottom teeth have come in, one almost completely, the other has finally broken the skin and just needs to come in a bit more before its done. I suppose we'll just get used to him as the calm baby before he starts serious teething again. It just never ends. Punk Boy just emerged from the bedroom to use the bathroom. He looked at me, said with shock "Is it 10:30 at NIGHT?" and then turned around quickly and hid back in the bedroom. He must be tired. He broke his hand last week on Friday and I'm sure the pain killers are doing a good job at exhausting him. I feel horrible as I should be more understand. I mean, a mere eight months ago I was unable to do much of anything due to the emergency C-section needed to get the Sea Monkey out alright. I'm doing my best to take care of him and keep up with the house work and keep Hunter entertained, but truth be told I'm exhausted and need a break from, well, everything. I've been feeling this way since about the start of July. Luckily, my parents offered to take the Sea Monkey for a whole weekend in mid August. I'm excited but not sure how I will handle being away from my baby for so long. Something tells me I'll be fine, just fine.

Punk Boy and I went today to check out a two bedroom apartment in our building today. Sad to say, we were disappointed. The suite across the hall from ours recently became vacant and the guy doing the painting and what not let us take a peak in it. The think is freakin' HUGE. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and tons of room. Would be perfect for our growing family. We called about it and found it was rented, but that another two bedroom on the fourth floor was available. We went today to check it out and were disappointed. Not only did it not have the huge storage space that our suite has, it seemed much more crammed. It was basically the same size as our suite, but split into two bedrooms, kitchen and living room. The suite also had a balcony which gobbled up a good two feet or so of living room space. Our suite is on the top floor and sans balcony. And the view from out home = in-fucking-credible. The view from the suite we checked out today? Not so great. Needless to say we will not be giving up our haven for something new just yet. We are on the waiting list for the next two bedroom, two bathroom suite that opens up. Damn... would have been so nice to just shuttle all our stuff across the hall...

I think I should head to bed. The Sea Monkey has gotten into the habit of getting up early again - 6:30 AM and sometimes even earlier than that. Not happy about that. I feed him a bottle before bed, so we'll see if that keeps him asleep longer in the morning. I have my fingers crossed.