Man it's been a while. All sorts of sick kids, a sick husband and finally getting sick myself and you get like a month long blog hiatus. Hope you'll all forgive me (the 5 of you who follow me lol).
As I sit here and try and think of the funny lil anictodes that I wanna share with you all, I'm not quite sure where to start. Apparently Chloe sees dead people, Alyssa has suddenly become this super awesome attitude child, Drew is so enormous he looks like he could eat his new baby cousin Johnny, Chris got a promotion at work (I'm so very proud of him) and I fart at work. Have I got your attention? No? Want to know the totally gross thing one of my patients "confessed" to eating? Well too bad on that last one...
Not quite sure what happened, but somewhere in the last 2 months Alyssa has become this really great kid. Well, she's always been great, but now shes being nice too. A little history: she has a congenital heart condition that makes her very tired in the evenings. Tired Lulu equals nasty Lulu. I think she finally comprehends that her nastiness makes us all testy at night. Either that or we are finally learning to deal better. But after 5 years, I'mgoing to go with her maturing just a bit and not wanting to always spread her mysery around. Do I sound like a hateful and uncaring parent? Well a child with a health issue is still a child in need of structure and love and discipline... I will provide all of the above.
On a lighter note our middle youngster told her daddy that she saw people in an empty graveyard. While they were driving by she says "Look daddy. People." He looks.No people. Just a graveyard. Nice. My response? Well at least we know our house isn't haunted....
Drews blurb really needs little explanation, but I have a brand spanking new nephew. And a teeny one at that. All of 6lbs, 3oz. Adorable. I just wanna hold him all day...
One bathroom and 2 people with the stomach flu is just no fun. As I'm holding Chloes' hair next to the toilet I can see my poor husband pacing... the issue? He has to puke too. Note to self (6 years ago): don't buy a house with only one bathroom...
And yes I do in fact fart. Everyone does. A discovery that was made at work yesterday; yes I fart at work sometimes. Especially when Gigi walks up behind me and scares one out. Yes I will fart. And yes I will announce it to all who are listening while I laugh hysterically. Even to the men doing construction in our department. I'm not even embarassed.
I was gonna end there cause really, that shits funny and lets end on a high note. But I just wanted to say something serious. This past month I've had one of my best friends call off their wedding, another friend start divorce proceedings, and have heard nothing but couples fight. Early spring can be one of the hardest times for relationships... everyone is stir crazy from winter, could be suffering from seasonal depression, or have financial strains fromseasonal work. Starting a family (whether you decide to have kids or not) is not something to be entered into lightly. Nor is it something to dissolve when the going gets tough. I'm not a terribly religious woman, so this isn't about the sanctity of marriage. Its about creating a family. Of all kinds. Families can be shitty sometimes, but one should not just bail out! But I'm just an old married hag so what do I know? I've only been married for 7 plus years....
And no you still can't know what my patient ate...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
A day in the life of a lunatic
I hear people talk about how much they love the weekend. How they are so relaxing. Sleep gets caught up on, couples reconnect, cars get washed. Me? Oh I love my weekends home with my kids. But there are Sundays, Saturdays even, that I long for Monday morning. Today was one such Saturday...
Aparrently when the alarm went off at 4:15 for my husband to get up for work I simply rolled over, turned it off, and settled back into my sleeping pattern. Luckily, Chris was already awake so it was no harm, no foul. This may not seem strange to some of you, but for those of you who know me well, this says how exhuasted I was. As Chris loves to say, when I'm asleep I can hear a mouse sneeze. So when my kids finally crawl into bed with me at 6:30, it feels like I JUST went to sleep. A few minutes late Drew wakes up and it's time to start my day. Nothing too out of the ordinary, my house just has to look perfect by 1 pm for a showing. Oh yeah, forgot to mention I'm trying to sell my house...
So I do the morning usual family stuff and when it's time to change Chloe's diaper she tells me she wants to wear undies. I've been trying to potty train her for a while now so I jump all over this. On go the undies. 20 minutes and 1 attempt on the potty we need new undies. Yeah cause I have time for this today. But good parenting is hard so we keep trucking. About a half hour later I call up the stairs to her "Chloe do you need to sit on the potty?" The customary "No" gets set my way. Then like two seconds later shes trying to get down the stairs as fast as she can. 2 steps down she starts crying hysterically and I know. I just know shes peed on the stairs. What I don't anticipate is that my 87 years old home is sloping inward slightly. So the pee that has run down her pants onto my stairs is also running down the wall of said stairway. And not just a little bit. Like a full bladders worth. Needless to say, the small human wore a diaper for the remainder of the day.
After de-peeing (is that even a word?) the stairs and walls, cleaning the house, recleaning where the girls made a mess, we head out to the in laws to hang out during the showing. And everything goes down hill from there. Mostly due to children related meltdowns that I think you all would rather do without. But by about 3:30 this afternoon I was wishing so hard for Monday. Chris takes the girls outside to give me some peace and when I finally head out to join them, Alyssa wants to play t-ball, Chloe wants me to go down the slide (only one of my ass cheeks fit on it), Drew is asleep and I'm so happy to be home.
But this weekend will always be remembered as the one that Chloe made pee go down the wall. Makes me wonder what the children of the previous owners of this house did. If mine was not the first child to make the walls pee. The house is almost 90 years old. It is possible. But definitely too deep a thought for a Saturday night...
Aparrently when the alarm went off at 4:15 for my husband to get up for work I simply rolled over, turned it off, and settled back into my sleeping pattern. Luckily, Chris was already awake so it was no harm, no foul. This may not seem strange to some of you, but for those of you who know me well, this says how exhuasted I was. As Chris loves to say, when I'm asleep I can hear a mouse sneeze. So when my kids finally crawl into bed with me at 6:30, it feels like I JUST went to sleep. A few minutes late Drew wakes up and it's time to start my day. Nothing too out of the ordinary, my house just has to look perfect by 1 pm for a showing. Oh yeah, forgot to mention I'm trying to sell my house...
So I do the morning usual family stuff and when it's time to change Chloe's diaper she tells me she wants to wear undies. I've been trying to potty train her for a while now so I jump all over this. On go the undies. 20 minutes and 1 attempt on the potty we need new undies. Yeah cause I have time for this today. But good parenting is hard so we keep trucking. About a half hour later I call up the stairs to her "Chloe do you need to sit on the potty?" The customary "No" gets set my way. Then like two seconds later shes trying to get down the stairs as fast as she can. 2 steps down she starts crying hysterically and I know. I just know shes peed on the stairs. What I don't anticipate is that my 87 years old home is sloping inward slightly. So the pee that has run down her pants onto my stairs is also running down the wall of said stairway. And not just a little bit. Like a full bladders worth. Needless to say, the small human wore a diaper for the remainder of the day.
After de-peeing (is that even a word?) the stairs and walls, cleaning the house, recleaning where the girls made a mess, we head out to the in laws to hang out during the showing. And everything goes down hill from there. Mostly due to children related meltdowns that I think you all would rather do without. But by about 3:30 this afternoon I was wishing so hard for Monday. Chris takes the girls outside to give me some peace and when I finally head out to join them, Alyssa wants to play t-ball, Chloe wants me to go down the slide (only one of my ass cheeks fit on it), Drew is asleep and I'm so happy to be home.
But this weekend will always be remembered as the one that Chloe made pee go down the wall. Makes me wonder what the children of the previous owners of this house did. If mine was not the first child to make the walls pee. The house is almost 90 years old. It is possible. But definitely too deep a thought for a Saturday night...
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