It’s time for me to come clear on something. I give my father-in-law a really bad time about his addiction to Nicorette. I mean the guy is always chomping the nicotine gum and sticking it back in the pointy plastic wrapper. You could take an eye out with the damn packing that’s only slightly safer to handle than broken glass. The point is he’s always chewing nicotine gum so has he really given up smoking? The answer is yes, but I still feel it’s my duty to give him a bit of static. I don’t even want to know how much he spends per week on the nicotine gum. At least he’s not polluting his lungs and such.
Here I am a full week into my cough and I officially feel like a junkie for cough drops. Not just any cough drops though. They must be the ones pictured above, Ricola Original Herb. I’ve had trouble suppressing my cough with anything else. These Swiss “candies” have me yodeling in my sleep. Yes, I’m fully aware I’m blogging about the Swiss on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s a very damn good thing I’m 1/128th Irish and 1/32nd Swiss.
To date I’ve tried various other cough remedies including Mucinex, lots of beverages, honey lattes, hot tea, swedish fish, staring at pictures of Hillary, drinking water from the wrong side of the glass, Robitussin AC (with codeine), and acupuncture. It’s like trying to stop me from hiccuping, nothing works. Tomorrow I plan on sticking five Ricola’s in my mouth at once and will attempt to “talk shop” with anyone who stops me in the hall or calls on the phone. Good times. It’s either that or just cough in the crotch of my arm.
I think I got my holidays mixed up because I’m in love. This weekend we went to my second most favorite city I’ve lived in, Portland, Oregon. We saw some friends and did our first overnight trip with Anna in our hotel room. Saturday night she outslept her dad threefold at least, I blame the codeine, by logging 11 hours in the hotel’s portable crib.
She slept for half the three hour car drive each way with only one minor fussing fit. She amused our friends with her new bouncing moves, her smile, and acerbic wit. At daycare they chant “Go Baby, Go Baby, Go go Baby” when coaxing a child to walk, the child usually bobs their head. After chanting this to her all last week, we’re happy to say my daughter can now dance better than me, thus why I love her.
At the end of this month my wife’s headed to Asia for the first time. She will spend 8 days in Tokyo for work. I’m very excited for her, but it’s bittersweet since it will be 8 days away from our adorable child. Trust me, I can handle our daughter, however I know it’s going to be really hard for my wife to be so far away from her little girl. It truly is nice to be able to share the workload when it comes to parenting. I love you girls!
Crap, I best get to bed since a certain housemate of mine insisted I watch a 60 Minutes segment about sleep deprivation. Rumor has it, 4 hours of sleep is a bad thing and can turn you into a really grouchy person in less than one day. Bah humbug. Happy Green Day!