Thursday, January 26, 2006

Good Day To You, Sir or Madam


I had a GOOD day today. I found out a friend isn't mad at me. I found out I could survive being a single mom of 4 girls for 5 days. I found out that I like a neighbor more than I thought. I found out that it really isn't that hard to put my kids in a stroller and take a walk. I found out that I had made an error in my addition in our checking account and we have 200 extra dollars. I found out that my life is pretty darn good today. Check with me tomorrow!!!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

7th Circle of Hell

Dante's Inferno is a bit sketchy now that I have been out of school 10 years, so I'm not sure how many circles he wrote. I CAN tell you I have been living in the tightest circle. The so one close to the center that I can feel the devil's hot breath breathing on my face and hear the lava noises of his digestive tract...or maybe that is one of my children. [retching noises]. Yep, one of my children.

We have been infected with what I thought was a tummy virus and now am thinking is the bird flu. Monkey got sick the Monday before Thanksgiving. Fever, fatigue, ear infection, cough. I took her to the doctor ASAP. He gave us an antibiotic and sent us on our way. Monkey continued to get sicker and sicker. Runny nose, yucky cough, etc. Then Baby B started in coughing. Thanksgiving came and went and no one was better. Now my throat hurts. Baby A woke up with a yucky nose. Back to the doctor with Monkey and a different antibiotic. Last Wednesday, Monkey started throwing up. She puked all day and then looked better. Thursday noon, Baby A started puking. Thursday 5 pm Babies A and B projectile puking all over the place. Hello...did they even drink that much formula?? Thursday 11:30 pm Andy puking. Friday 4 am Crazy doing the big D. Friday 10 am mother arrives to care for all of the sick people (oh, and do laundry as now most people are sleeping on mattress pads). Friday 5pm Monkey puking again. More laundry and more laundry and more laundry. Puking, and big D, and more puking. Seriously, this thing has lasted and lasted and lasted. Lots of tears have now been shed (most of them mine). Saturday am back at pediatrician as Monkey cannot keep down the antibiotic. So she gets some really painful shot to clear up her ears which are now both infected. Finally Sunday, everyone looks better. Just some yucky diapers. Monday 10am Babies A and B puking again. Tuesday noon, Baby B puking again. Wednesday...Cautiously optimistic that we seem to be on the road to recovery. I am so glad to be feeling better. Children seem to be better too.

3 positive thoughts to leave you with: One. I lost 10lbs. and have a new lease on Weight Watchers. Turning that 10 into 12 or 13 by now. Two. All of our laundry is clean. Three. Princess did not get this illness, so it can be escaped.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving!


I had a great post last weekend all ready about the Harry Potter movie and I lost it all after 2 hours (off and on) of work. NO I DIDN'T SAVE MY WORK. Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I will attempt to recreate my Harry Potter post somewhat untimely. Oh well. Take care!!! I am thankful for you all, really, I am.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Monkies and Dogs

My Andy has ranted on dogs and now it is my turn. My rant is more on the dog/kid combo. Allow me to explain...

I went upstairs to put my precious Babies A&B down for the am nap and left my sweet Monkey playing in the kitchen. She was content playing experiment on the doll with the magic pad pen and trying to cut Polly Pocket's clothing from her plastic body with a marker cap. Well, after I got the babies to their room, I noticed I need to change a couple of diapers. One wipe lead to another and pretty soon I was changing the refill pack and everyone's pajamas. I would estimate my time upstairs at 10 minutes. As I was descending the stairs, something didn't seem right. After mental scanning, I came up with the problem...it was quiet. I hastened my steps and skidded into the kitchen to find an open drawer. The Ziploc, baggie, straw drawer. Missing were the straws. As I came around the bar, I saw my little monkey sitting on the floor straddling the dog's bowls drinking their water with a straw. A laugh out loud parenting moment. Unbelievable. If we didn't have dogs we wouldn't have bowls of temptations out all the time (Monkey's favorite snack is dog food). But, I should be glad we have dogs because it might have been the toilet.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Control




It's Friday night and most people are relieved, excited, or looking forward to their weekend. NOT ME. I am stressed, ashamed, and sick to my tummy. Why you ask? Well, I'll tell you in two words: Weight Watchers. I go to Saturday meetings at 7:45am with 3 of my neighbors. Great support group right? Wrong. Two of us need to lose just a little bit (20 lbs. of left over baby weight) and two of us are lifers. I'll let you guess which in which group I belong. I have cheated all week...not really cheated, since to cheat you actually have to be doing the program. I am doing winning points and I am doing so well at winning points that I have awarded myself extra...a lot of extra. So, instead of relaxing on this Friday eve, I am stressing out about how much I will have gained (last week up 1 lb.) and if I will be asked to leave the program since our center is doing a research project for the whole company and I am clearly bringing them down. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. I promise I will start this week.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

The Grumpy Blogger








Hi everyone. I have hit a wall with my blogging. Like all things, I got going with a real bang. It was consuming all of my free time (what free time some ask and I answer not really free time...so what if the kids didn't get fed lunch until 3pm). I woke up one day two weeks ago and looked around me. Total squalor...kids running around in dirty diapers filling their malnourished tummies with condiments from the fridge, dirty laundry carpeting the floor and and an empty pantry. I was getting 4-5 hours of sleep because I was planning my next blog topic. That is a slight exaggeration, but blogging was taking over my life. I had to take a break.

Now today, I woke up thinking in what great shape I am. Laundry done (mostly except for yesterday's stuff), ironing done and hung up, house VERY clean and picked up, bills done and account balanced. I am feeling so GOOD! I even told Andre that I could actually sit down and watch "The Price is Right" (a guilty pleasure, but I normally work through it and just catch parts of it). I was sooooo excited and then I looked over at the computer. Calling softly to me was the monitor with it's colorful screen saver and the key board with it's satisfyingly springy keys and my blog site that I had forgotten the address to. So, here I am thinking I would just knock out a quick blog from 9:38 till 10 am when my show starts. And now here it is 11:01 and I am still on the computer. I wasted all of nap time and only had "The Price is Right" on at my back while I pounded away on the computer, not enjoying anything and feeling distracted by everything. I didn't even get to check all the sites and comment and I have a pretty bad headache and several kids crying. So, I am the grumpy blogger. I hope to hit a stride and find a peaceful balance some day.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

My Sexy Carrot

We are reading a book for our Sunday School class called Blue Like Jazz. It is a book about one man's journey with Jesus. The man's name is Don. Don likes to make up cartoons. Don made up a cartoon about a rabbit that saw a sexy carrot and had to chase it, even into the depths of outer space. Don's rabbit catches the carrot, but the carrot chokes him to death in the end. Moral: If you work hard, follow hard after your vision, are goal oriented, and in excellent physical shape, you will achieve your dreams. Moral 2: Sometimes what you want the most is the same thing that will kill you.

I have really been thinking about my sexy carrot. I can say that I have had several during my lifetime. Here are a few and the outcomes based on the morals of Don's cartoon...

Sexy Carrot One: Profession as a Speech-Language Pathologist
Outcome: The chase...It was hard, hard work that required nearly 8 years of my life to get two degrees. I actually had to take the GRE (Graduate Record[or something else with an "R" sound] Exam. Which was a stand-out bad day
in my pursuit of sexy Master's degree. Will it kill me?...I would say that
not only did this sexy carrot not kill me, it made me a stronger, smarter, more disciplined gal.

Sexy Carrot Two: Children
Outcome: The chase...Unlike a lot of people, Princess came to us very, very easily. Andre even resented how easily sexy baby carrot number one landed in our garden, wishing for a pursuit filled with fireworks and dramatic footwork. After awhile one sexy baby carrot wasn't enough. We were
in hot pursuit of a sexy baby carrot number two. This time Andre got his wish and I began to chase in earnest. There was even a period of despair when I feared our little garden would never be filled with carrots. There is a lot to this chase that is pretty personal, which is what makes our Monkey so special. One such special memory was a pastor which gave me a prophesy (unsolicited since I am not really into this kind of thing) that "God would grant me the desire of my heart." Of course, a baby was the desire of my heart. Boy, that pastor had a hotline to God for sure! Soon to follow were sexy baby carrots two, three and four. Will it kill me?...ABSOLUTELY. Every day I am thankful for my sexy baby carrots, but they are killing me for sure.

Sexy Carrot Three: Material Things/Treasures on Earth
Outcome: The chase...I am guilty of the sin of storing up treasures on earth. I like nice things. I like to have a comfortable home and good food to eat. I love my sexy baby carrots to look nice (and Andre too!). I chase hard after sexy carrots that will make my earthly home more cool, more comfortable, more beautiful. I chase after sexy carrots that I want. Will it kill me?...YES. It is hard to keep up a bunch of stuff. It is hard to have the pressure of keeping sexy carrots nice all of the time since carrots rot and break and get dirty. Worse yet, as I have more carrots I want more carrots. It is a horrible cycle. This a constant struggle for me to remember that God is not pleased with this behavior. Many, many times my pursuit of material treasures has blinded me to what God wants to do (even though I have pretty cool sexy carrot glasses to look through). Stay tuned because God is still working in me.

So, these are a few of my sexy carrots. Do you have any?