Friday, February 12, 2010
I have very temperamental feet. They are often too hot or to cold and I find either one unbearable. If they are too cold when I go to bed, I wear my socks to bed, but only until they warm up. Then the socks get ripped off. Then they usually are too hot under the blanket, so I have to poke them out so they're no longer covered. I won't let Kyle touch my feet with his feet. He keeps trying to do it too, like I'll get used to it or something. The other day I was wearing these socks I found that we got from Ann as a Christmas gift. When I discovered them, I thought they looked like a weird sock, sort of large and pillowy in the foot area, and seemless. I couldn't tell if they were for me or Kyle. So, I put them on. But the body of the sock that was pillowy hung loosely around my foot. I don't know why, but I put up with it for too long and then with an aggressive annoyed growl, I ripped them from my feet and threw them across the room. Kyle was like "What's wrong with you?" I explained about the socks and his reply was "you are so weird about your feet." It's true, I am. I'm really touchy. After a conversation about those socks, we discovered they were for Kyle. A loose sock is just so yucky for some reason. I also have a pair of socks that have a really tight thick part that goes around my ankle and leg and I swear it cuts the circulation off of to my foot and the result is ice blocks. Kyle is not allowed to touch me with his feet either. When we're sitting on the couch, he'll often bring up his legs and sometimes his foot will snuggle under my leg. NO! Sometimes I try to endure it, to not hurt his feelings, but the whole time it's nagging me in the back of my mind until I move away. Other times I look over at him, and his feet will be bare and shaking and his toes pulsating up and down. (as if to a silent beat in his head) I can't stand that either. In the winter I pretty much have socks on all day (until bed of course) and if I don't nothing feels right. I can't walk around the house in bare feet. I just can't. There. I think that about sums up my foot issues.
My poor little Sloan has so many goose eggs on his head right now. Some are just red and then there are two the have flesh removed on them as well as being red and protruding. I don't even know how he got them all. He was in Adriel's room with Adriel and they were playing together, I could hear Sloan laughing, and then suddenly he was crying. He emerged with scrapes and goose eggs on his head. As if that wasn't enough to get attention from everyone, this morning, he was on the couch with me and he tried to get off facing forward rather than sliding down backwards and he lost his balance when he landed and fell forward, hitting the laundry basket with his face. I don't even have sharp edges on the laundry basket, and yet he has a cut on his eyelid and under his eye, and bruising all around it!! Like I said- my poor little Sloan. I guess I don't protect him well enough. Shame on me.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 12:32 PM