may round-up
a bite to remember, cooks/books/open tabs, and recent media
You ever walk into a doctor’s office and get laughed at for the ailment you seek to heal? I wish I could say no, and yet my delivery of health issues apparently remains hysterically funny. By mid-May, I had to schedule a last minute trip to check on a giant bite on my arm from my toddler-shark, after he was held past his bedtime at the local theatre on a stiflingly hot night to watch his sister’s acting class final performance for the season. When he bit me, he was in distress, and it felt like the accumulation of every moment of chaos that was gearing up throughout the month. I was too busy trying to protect him from hitting his head against the movie theatre railings to notice that he had drawn blood with the bite until I got home.
Remembering an incident when I worked as a lifeguard, where a child bit a swim instructor and it got infected, I knew to get it checked out. Open bite wounds from humans are oddly some of the most infectious bites to get. A renewed tetanus shot and some antibiotics were more than enough, but only after the nurse practitioner and the person she was training laughed endlessly at the idea of being treated because “my toddler bit me.”
I realize it is funny, but I was not in the laughing mood that day.
May has been a whirlwind, and motherhood has consumed most of it. It’s been a month of making sure everyone gets to their appointments on time, and where I have to write down “eat breakfast” on my to-do-list to ensure it happens. It’s meeting article deadlines and project deliverable deadlines by a hair at 10 pm, and it’s waking up at 5:30 am to make sure I have some time fully to myself to get movement in before the world spins faster than I can catch up to it.
Amidst this, we still managed to visit my parents and my hometown, take some slow and meandering walks in the forest behind their home, and visit some of my Peterborough favourites. I miss the pace of life here, and I miss the people and their sense of humour. Visiting is enough to fill up my patience for now, though, and remind myself that it is not in fact all that weird to say hello and ask how neighbours are doing when you walk past them (my current town would beg to differ, which has slowly been driving me insane).
Below, some good recipes I made this month, and a few reads (but not much, it was a handful of a month, I’m afraid!).
