stinky hair throbbing toe

I was successful restarting the diet today. I should have eaten more veggies- but managed to stay way from the carbs. It is amazing what a difference one day without grain will do to remove my general bloatedness. It has to mean something, I just don't know what it is yet.

I went to pilates this morning and once there realized how much stretching I hadn't done enough of lately. Anything stretchy was hard to do and anything strength related was easy. I miss my posh club pilates teacher. Now I love them both. In a perfect wold, I would have three totally spare hours a day to experiment with all different exercises of the world. In the real world I don't, but I can dream.

Then I dragged the unsick kids into the city to see my grandma. I was deeply saddened when we walked in the door to see that she hadn't had her hair done in MONTHS. Grandma's head actually smelled nasty. Grandma belongs to a generation of women who went to the beauty parlor every week and never touched their own hair. Grandma doesn't even know how to wash her own hair. Freaky, I know. It made me so mad that the aide didn't make her get her haircut or even insist on washing it in the shower. I know that the aide helps her bathe, what is up with the head denial? It also brought up all this resentment I have towards my mother and uncle for not making sure their mother is taken care of. I can't be responsible for her as long as her kids are around. If I was in charge I would have her living near me right away and then I could see her several times a week instead of once every several weeks and she would be so much happier. (And cleaner)

We took her to lunch, and then to a beauty parlor. We stayed through the wash and long enough to see that the hair stylist understood that despite my grandmothers hair being down to her shoulders she actually wears it much shorter and then we had to split since poor Matt was home sick waiting for us to get back.

Matt had one request, a BLT from his favorite sandwich shop. We picked it up and came home. I was all moping and down over my grandmother's head and trying to shake the mood. The boys wanted to sit outside so we all sat down around the picnic table. I grabbed some nail polish I wanted to try for the party Friday night. It was my attempt at cheering myself up. I did one foot and one hand when I noticed my foot was surrounded by wasps. I shouted to the boys to get in the house because of the wasps. They didn't respond immediately so I screamed "Get in the house WASPS!" Just as a wasp bit me in the big toe. I jumped up and started pushing the boys towards the door, but not before another wasp bit Josh in the leg. I pushed them into the house and screaming Josh and hopping me made our way into the kitchen where I had no onions, which are my secret defense wasp stings. (The onion juice neutralizes the venom.) So, I lifted Josh onto the counter to put his leg under running water while I tried to figure out what to do for the stings, all the while hopping on one foot and chanting " ow ow ow ow". Even me in my totally sucky mood could see the humor in this situation. Matt and Evan made us ice bags and we iced our bites until they stopped throbbing.