Today was about 100x better than yesterday. Perhaps it was because Puck didn't wake up at 0500 or 0600, but I did on my own. When I wake him up to let him out and feed him, as opposed to him waking me up, it makes a ton of difference. I am much less resentful of going outside and standing up.
Not only did he not wake me up for the first round of food and potty, but he didn't wake me up at 0830, which he's been doing recently! He slept soundly and I woke up at 1000 and got him up. It was a great feeling.
We were wondering what to make for my breakfast when I saw blueberries in the fridge. I don't like blueberries, except in pancakes, waffles, and muffins. I figured pancakes would be easiest, so I whipped up a very small batch -- from scratch. They were alright. I was surprised at how sour blueberries are... I guess if I had known, I would have sweetened the batter a bit more.
Unfortunately, while eating, I got some blueberry juice on the tablecloth and apparently on my new dress, which I didn't see until later and it was dry. I decided to continue my Netflix movie that I'd started while eating, since it was still too early to go to the pool. Happily N'Ever After 2 isn't the most awesome movie ever, nor very decent, but I decided to keep it going to bide my time.
Luckily, while watching, I got a "text" from Tyler. He messaged me on iChat and because I wasn't logged on, it went to my phone! Yay! I paused my movie and logged onto iChat and there he was! It was quite exciting. We even got to video-chat for a moment. His internet isn't great, but it sure isn't terrible either. I couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but the typing sent fast enough and I could see his face much more clearly than I often could when he was in Iraq.
I found out there's no electrical outlets in the large tents. Therefore I wonder if there are any in the 10-man tents in which they'll be living. His laptop was low on batter and so we figured it best to not video-chat and waste battery. I was shocked to hear how early he had to be up for work, especially considering how late it already was. He said the mattresses are terrible, but I still wish he could get more sleep... which I'm sure is difficult when uncomfortable, hot, and surrounded by tons of people.
I found out that he does read my emails and actually looks forward to them, which is nice to hear. I feel much less like I'm wasting his time now. Sadly, the internet cut out or his laptop battery died and we didn't get to say "goodnight," but I emailed him at work letting him know all was well and he needed to sleep.
I finished my movie and researched how to remove blueberry stains -- boiling water. I boiled some in my electric kettle and took the dress to the kitchen sink. For some reason I wanted the dress to be taught, so I leaned against part and held the other bit over the sink. I poured the water slowly over the stain and proceeded to watch it splash up onto my thumb. At first I thought, "Wow, that's hot!" but then after about 10 seconds, the pain really set it and I felt the burning ensue. I ran my hand under the cold water, but knew I had to finish the dress while the kettle was still hot. I smartly gave it some slack and finished the job -- the stain is barely visible now. I would have done more water, but I thought my thumb may fall off from pain.
I then looked up burns from boiling water and got some suggestions. I loosely wrapped a wet, cool paper towel around it while I got ready to go outside, but that was agony. I tried an ice cube, which felt nice, even though everything says not to use ice *sadface*. I figured once I got in the pool, it would feel better.
I set the misting fan up for Puck, got our ice waters, put on sunscreen, then skimmed the pool to get any dead bugs out. It did feel nice to get my thumb under water, but it still felt better to put it in Puck's ice water, which I did a few times throughout the afternoon.
My time in the pool went by much faster and I texted with my folks for a bit. My dad made a couple jokes, which made me laugh. He asked if I was boiling water because the baby was coming. I was telling him about getting to talk to Ty and typed, "His laptop was low on battery and there ate no plugs in the big tents," then asked him to try to understand what I meant. His response was, "I understood that Ty ate some plugs at a circus." It made me laugh quite a bit.
Puck and I went in around 1630 and I finished up my movie for the house. It looks good. I was going to do all the other bits that were required to post it, but the internet started acting up, so I stopped. It was already 1930, so I ate some dinner and went to the living room to watch some tv for the evening.
I don't find the furniture in the living room particularly comfortable, so after my shows were done, I decided to write here and then do some reading til I fall asleep.
I use the headlamp Ty gave me when I take out Puck at night and I've always seen little reflective spots in the grass when I go out at night. For some reason, I just always assumed it was water drops... I'm not entirely sure why I thought that. However, I never would have expected what it really is! I only found out because a couple nights ago I came out and saw one of the spots by the door to the living room. I walked closer and aimed my headlamp at it, wondering how water got there, but instead I saw a spider. A spider whose body was maybe the size of a pea and whose legs made it the size of a nickel or quarter. A spider whose eyes blended together into a highly reflective little spot. All those spots all over the grass... not water, but SPIDERS!!
I had to investigate. I found a few spots near the walkways and looked closer and saw they were spiders, too. No water anywhere. Tons of reflective spots all throughout the grass. They moved as Puck wandered toward them, but I didn't care. I will not be going into the grass at night again.
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