Desperate Housewife

I’m having an extremely late and unhealthy dinner of Burger King chicken fries and onion rings. And a Coke. And then I wonder how I gained that extra pound.

I did not feel like cooking dinner at all. Alaethia’s been in a mood since yesterday, so it’s not like she would have given me a chance to cook anyway. The only reason I got to make dinner yesterday was because Mom came over a bit late to ask me something and found me carrying her little screaming body in one arm and trying to mix everything for Spinach and Artichoke dip with the other hand.

The recipe I used for the spinach and artichoke dip yielded a lot of dip. We all had some (except Eenan of course. He has an aversion to green foods, namely in vegetable form.) and there’s still a ton left over. Want some?

Alaethia didn’t fall asleep till late last night, around 1am and then woke up at 4 for a bottle, which she hasn’t done in weeks. Then she woke up again at 8am and finally at 10:30. The boys got ready for school with minimum tantrums and I took a quick shower before I had to pick Jaylen up. Mario was off work but was up early doing extra work and couldn’t watch Alaethia for me. So, I did the next best thing and put her in her carseat and took her into the bathroom with me. She was actually really quiet and was entertaining herself with the crinkly little bugs hanging from her carseat handle. She’s been trying to make her hands do what she wants and tries to grab things. It’s the cutest thing :).

We didn’t do much all day. We drove to Mission and back real quick after picking Eenan up and that was the highlight of my day. Other than that, I’ve been doing my best trying not to go insane since Alaethia’s been extra clingy today, probably due to a stomach ache. Mom said someone gave her Ojo since she’s been inconsolable. If that is true, I remember the exact moment that it happened: Wednesday at the doctor’s office. This girl I was talking to kept saying how cute she was and was just staring at her, but she never once reached over to touch her and I never remembered to ask her to. I do that. If someone oohs and ahhs over her I ask them to please touch her, and they always oblige, even if they don’t know about the Evil Eye. I’m Mexican, what can I say. Mexican folklore rubbed off on me.

I was desperate tonight and finally took Mary’s advice to call Elda’s Mom, Ofelia, over so that she could “sweep” Alaethia with an egg to cure the Ojo. She came over and held her in one arm while sweeping her with an egg with the other while saying a silent prayer. I’m not kidding you, she stopped crying right away and fell asleep. Before that, she’d slept a total of 1 hour, if even that, all day. Mario finds it silly, and I admit, I did too at first, but I’m a believer now.

Ofelia even had me make her some Manzania (Chamomille) tea to help soothe her tummy, and although I don’t like to do that I gave her some. Less than half an ounce, but it worked. She pooped seconds after drinking it. I hope she’ll be okay.

The boys were with Mary this evening watching The Last Mimzy. We would have gone, except Mario was exhausted and I knew that if I went, I’d be standing in the hallway again trying to console Alaethia. We were supposed to go to several friends’ houses tonight and all plans were out the window for one reason or another. Mario’s at Chris’ right now. We’ve been at each other’s throats the past few days, but he swears it’s not him at all. It’s both of us. I admit that I’ve been a tad bit frustrated and moody lately, what with being at home and struggling with Alaethia the past few days that she’s been feeling ill. I snap at him for everything and he makes rude remarks even when I haven’t done anything to “annoy” him. I blame it on our 8 year wedding anniversary that’s looming ever-closer. 8 years ago, on a dark, dreary, rainy March 27th, we got married. Who’da thought we’d still be together after all this time, with two sons and a lively, screamy daughter who’ll hopefully let Mama sleep tonight.