Kelly
Yesterday at about 2:30pm, Kelly stuck a pink pony bead up her nose. Why? I don't know, 4 year olds still don't make a lot of sense.
After a few attempts to get it out on my own and about 8 phone calls to the ped's office and 4 local ENT's (ear, nose, and throat specialists) and no one could see her that day, I had decided the ER was going to have to be the answer. So Greg came home early from work to watch the other 4. (Thank goodness because 5 kids at the ER is something I have not tried and hope to never do.) As soon as Greg walked in the door, he helped her blow it out on her own after 3 tries. I did try that! She had actually "sniffed" it in further in her attempts to blow it out for me. *grumbles*
So Greg's dubbing it "The Day I Left Work Early to Help Kelly Blow Her Nose."
These kids...
I swear I should have stopped with Zach but he had some bizarre school project yesterday that required wrapping a shoe box in red and white furry fabric to resemble an Australian Dingo. So as soon as Kelly blew out the bead, we went to the fabric store. Which was all fine and dandy until we were driving home and were stuck in traffic for half an hour 2 miles from our house because of an accident.
7 cop cars, 1 ambulance, 1 fire truck, and a helicopter were on the scene (although technically the helicopter never landed and I think it was just a local traffic watcher one). So I was prepared to tell the kids to cover their eyes as we passed because with that many people on the scene it had to be bad. Instead it turned out some lady ran her mini-van into the guard rail. The hold-up was because she seemed to be carrying a small office building's worth of paper work that was now covering 2 of the 3 lanes of traffic and had to be picked up.
The Murphy's seem out to get me again.
I need to calm down. If I could spit fire, I would be right now.
Emily
The girl drives me insane. It began this morning with getting dressed. I did all the laundry yesterday so the only pair of shorts dirty were the jean ones she wore yesterday. Ally wanted to wear her own pair today. I entered their bedroom trying to understand Emily's wailing, "I wanna wear those shorts" (Ally's jean shorts) "because I need to but I don't want to! WAAAA!" Huh? To diffuse the situation, I told Emily to go eat breakfast because technically I want them to eat before they dress. "I wanna get dressed first! WAAAA!"
Fine. I pulled out a nice white t-shirt with butterflies and her dark green khaki shorts. "Those don't go together! They don't match! WAAAA!" (We have this fight a lot, she think nothing ever "matches".) After a few minutes of trying to discuss how white goes with everything, ("It doesn't match! WAAA!") I told her if she was going to act like a baby, she was going to get dressed like a baby and I put the shirt and shorts on her and sent her downstairs to eat breakfast.
She didn't like any of the cereal. She didn't want to pour milk on her cereal but she didn't like all the crunching of dry cereal. She didn't bring home her lunch money change from yesterday which made it trickier to dole out today's lunch money. WAAA!
I went off to find lunch money and help Zach put together a few supplies for school. When I came back she was standing in the middle of the kitchen wailing that she couldn't buckle the strap of her overall jumper. What happened to the white shirt and khakis? "We only have white shirts" (as I glance over at a pile of at least 10 colored shirts folded on the coffee table) "and where are all the colored shirts and white doesn't match! WAAA!" Are you confused? I was confused.
To save the last scraps of sanity I had, I walked away to help Ally tie her shoes and make sure she had everything for school. Emily was still wailing in the kitchen that she hadn't eaten breakfast and she can't buckle the strap and they were suppose to be out at the bus stop. WAAA!
Finally I had had it (Not Proud Mommy Moment coming up). I buckled the strap of her jumper, shoved her out the front door, tossed out her shoes, socks, and backpack and shut the door. I couldn't take the crying and whining anymore. You can't reason with the girl. She drives me freaking insane.
I need to start lobbying for school uniforms. Or start putting vodka in my morning tea.
Why yes, I had a great weekend, how was yours?
I'd love to write more but the whole "back on land" vertigo thing is killing me at the moment. Seriously I'm leaning to the right as I type and the computer monitor is floating a bit... The movement while on the boat didn't bother me one bit but the lack of movement now is bizarrely making me ill.
I have tons of pictures I will upload with captions tomorrow. (Or Thursday. Why is my desk rocking?) A few highlights: being boarded by the Maryland Chesapeake Bay police, anchoring overnight outside the Navy Academy in Annapolis, being buzzed by helicopter, accidentally going a ground (in other words, getting the bottom of the boat stuck in moving sand bar due to the tide going out), a thunderstorm, and one puker (out of the 10 kids on board, it had to be one of mine).
Yo ho, a pirate's life for me... (Do you think some rum will keep the room from spinning?)
Happy Memorial Day!
We're sailing on the Chesapeake Bay on this schooner for the weekend. With 5 kids this is either going to be really fun or a disaster...
So I've started running. Well I should say I joined a running group and ran with them three times. 2 miles! Each time! I didn't think I'd honestly be able to make it a mile but I ran the entire 2 miles without walking every time. Go me!
Since running a 5K race is on my 30 before 30 list, I knew I was going to need some help motivating myself to complete this one. I did some internet searches back in April and came across a running group in my county. And they have a training program just for women who want to run their first 5K. Could it be any more perfect?
My times so far (for 2 miles):
Week 1 23:30
Week 2 22:50
Week 3 23:00
Did I mention the courses we are running have hills? Lots of long big hills? Yeah I need to move to Kansas. An 11:30 minute pace is okay but not very impressive considering I used to run 8 minute or less miles in college. Oh well, 10 years and 5 kids will do that to a person.
I think next month we're going to start running 3 miles (5K is 3.1 miles). The race itself is in July. I'm really suppose to be running 2 other days a week besides the one group training run but so far that hasn't happened. My realistic goal for the race is under 35 minutes (my current 11:30 pace plus a little more) although my "woohoo" goal would be 30 minutes (a 10 minute per mile pace). I'll keep you posted. But not too often. Because heaven forbid this turn into a boring running journal. Being a mommy blog and (occasional) knitting one is bad enough. *winks*
eFleck*
Oy, I forgot how long (and frustrating) it is to list on eBay. There's probably more
Bored, wanna shop, or just curious? Here's the link.
Now back to listing things on Etsy.
* Actually already a website (although under construction). Weird...
I now totally get why people pay hundreds of dollars for other people to design web sites for them. Before I was like, geez it's just a little code and some fancy Photoshop images. I coded this website (ignore the wonkiness over there...) and while I was dreaming in HTML for awhile, it wasn't too bad. When it came to setting up Blue Kitty Designs, I figured I could do it again. I wasn't going to spend my measly $3.49 profit on someone else's CSS. And then I ran into MySQL and PHP.
My brain is fried. I'm trying to install Zen Cart (because it's free! and I'm cheap!) as my web site's shopping cart. After about 4 hours and fighting with my MySQL (is that right, two my's?) database, I finally made it to the finish. And ran smack into a Fatal Error. *bangs head on desk*
I reloaded some files (from the same original files on my computer, it makes no sense) and voila, it worked. But now I need to enter values and create templates and what the hell does PHP stand for in the first place? There's definitions and defaults and over rides and a bunch of other goobly gook I don't understand. Please throw me a bone here with some < > and margins. I can even do tables and div classes. I've never wanted to see a < a href=" " > < /a > link code so badly in my life.
I'm giving the web site a day or two to settle. I plan to check my library for a PHP for Dummies book later. Worse comes to worse, I make some nice description pages and link back to Etsy. Or *shudders* add PayPal "Buy It Now" buttons.
Quote of the Day: "A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in human history - with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila." -Mitch Ratcliffe
We didn't dye Kyle's hair green yesterday. I distracted him with a trip to IKEA. Green kool-aid works on brown hair though?
Speaking of green, check out these:
And this:
Okay so dirt in containers isn't that impressive. Give it a few weeks, I planted some zinnia and marigold seeds. Which are like the easiest seeds to grow ever and I'm trying to complete number 22.
While we're talking about the list, here's number 11:
(Tomato plants.)
Maybe I should go mix some green kool aid to dye my thumb just in case.
Praying Mantis Attack!
Okay so no one was injured and I even managed to avoid burning breakfast. This morning I found an itty bitty tiny baby praying mantis on our kitchen counter. Weird, I thought and carefully scooped it up and carried it outside. I continued making breakfast.
I went to rinse off a dish in the sink and ack, there were a dozen baby praying mantises (manti?) on the kitchen window. Okay... So I knocked them all into a plastic container and took them outside too. One is coincidence, a dozen there's got to be a source.
Zach's pine tree he brought home from school that had been sitting on the kitchen counter next to the sink (pictured outside):
See the weird pine cone shaped thing that's not really a pine cone? (I circled it in yellow to be helpful.) It's a mantis ootheca (egg sac). Learn something new every day, huh?
While I rescued a few dozen, I'm worried about the 5 that my kids have adopted as pets. We don't have any fruit flies to feed them so the kids have decided that ants are the next best thing. And since they are so tiny (see my next picture), I think the kids may now just have pet ants.
(Yeah the pine tree itself isn't doing so hot either. There goes my theory that plants next to the sink live longer.)
Lillian asked if it's possible to not be back logged in areas of life. Yeah, I think it's called being dead. I guess I should have said I'm more behind than I usually am. It's not a comfortable feeling and I really hope to be sort of caught up by Monday. Which then I'm sure I'll have a million and two new things to do to put me behind again.
Upcoming topics I need to remember to write about: running (I'm running! Woohoo!), Etsy purchases (sharing the linky love), and tentatively an unofficial guide to vacations or camping with children. By my crappy count and memory, we've been camping with the children 10 times in the last 5 years. (Yes, we've camped with babies.)
Speaking of camping, my Mother's Day is posted over at Larger Families complete with cute little hand drawn pictures. (Okay so maybe not cute, my mom would probably think so though.) For the record it was the first time ever our tent had given in due to the weather and we've been through some nasty storms in it. If I didn't want to par down my to do list, I'd probably call a "do over" for this Sunday. Relaxing, what exactly does that mean again?
Oh and the kids are off school today. I don't know why and I don't know why I mentioning it other than when people wonder why my kids are in school until nearly the end of June, I can point back to days like today.
Quote of the Day: "It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent." -Dave Barry
I should be sewing. I should be figuring out Girl Scout camp stuff. I should be grocery shopping (again... I think the pantry and fridge have become black holes). I should be running various other errands. I should be shaking the sand out of the camp chairs. I should be finding library books before we rack up another $50 late fee bill.
Instead I'm going to set up the Wii.
The sad part is that it's been in the house since Monday. Monday night we had hockey and soccer try-outs (the twins are trying out for the "A" team, a step up from "Rec" but not quite "Travel" caliber). Tuesday we had a chess tournament, baseball game, and the second night of soccer try-outs. Last night was Scouts.
So today I'm saying screw it all, I'm going to play me some Wii.
Holy Crap...
One person should not be made to have a Girl Scout meeting with 13 second grade girls followed by a Cub Scout meeting with 5 third grade boys on the same day.
Where's the vodka?
I totally need like a little angel to sit on my shoulder and bop me over the head when people ask me to volunteer for things. "Sure I can do that!" *bop*
I've been rather cheerful that today is our last Brownie meeting for this school year. Except that no parent has volunteered to help transport the girls to the local park. I can take 8, we have 13 and while the co-leader drives a Suburban, she can only ever take 3, go figure. And along that line, I'm dropping 3 girls off afterwards because their parents aren't able to pick them up. We're so going to night meetings next year, this after school babysitting crap is over. Plus depending on which weather site I check there's a 20 to 90% chance of light showers or thunderstorms this afternoon. It hasn't rained in weeks, thanks Mother Nature.
And then tonight I volunteered us to host a Cub Scout meeting. We were actually suppose to do it in February but it was snowed out (surprise, surprise).
Next Wednesday we're planning the Cub Scout Campfire meeting too. Guess what? Greg's probably going to be out of town.
Here's where the head bopping angel especially needs to come in. I'm volunteering at Girl Scout camp again this year. But for two weeks instead of one! *bop* And I'm the "leader" of the second session. *bop* But the "leader" of the first session is wishy washy and not very forceful so I stepped up to organize our planning meeting and activities. *bop* And of course I also have to do that for the second session as well. *bop* It's the same theme but unfortunately due to having completely different people each session, they all have completely different ideas (except the wishy washy leader, she's way too "the girls will have fun, don't worry" for my taste). Right now I'm sifting through emails, suggestions, requests, and schedules for 11 different people. *bop*
Ow, I kinda have a headache now. The funniest part of all of this is that I hated Girl Scouts when I was a child. Except for the Thin Mints. Which reminds me, I think I'm still the Cookie Mom for the Brownie troop again next year. *bop*
I've been rather cheerful that today is our last Brownie meeting for this school year. Except that no parent has volunteered to help transport the girls to the local park. I can take 8, we have 13 and while the co-leader drives a Suburban, she can only ever take 3, go figure. And along that line, I'm dropping 3 girls off afterwards because their parents aren't able to pick them up. We're so going to night meetings next year, this after school babysitting crap is over. Plus depending on which weather site I check there's a 20 to 90% chance of light showers or thunderstorms this afternoon. It hasn't rained in weeks, thanks Mother Nature.
And then tonight I volunteered us to host a Cub Scout meeting. We were actually suppose to do it in February but it was snowed out (surprise, surprise).
Next Wednesday we're planning the Cub Scout Campfire meeting too. Guess what? Greg's probably going to be out of town.
Here's where the head bopping angel especially needs to come in. I'm volunteering at Girl Scout camp again this year. But for two weeks instead of one! *bop* And I'm the "leader" of the second session. *bop* But the "leader" of the first session is wishy washy and not very forceful so I stepped up to organize our planning meeting and activities. *bop* And of course I also have to do that for the second session as well. *bop* It's the same theme but unfortunately due to having completely different people each session, they all have completely different ideas (except the wishy washy leader, she's way too "the girls will have fun, don't worry" for my taste). Right now I'm sifting through emails, suggestions, requests, and schedules for 11 different people. *bop*
Ow, I kinda have a headache now. The funniest part of all of this is that I hated Girl Scouts when I was a child. Except for the Thin Mints. Which reminds me, I think I'm still the Cookie Mom for the Brownie troop again next year. *bop*
A comedy of errors...
(Only not really funny and kinda expensive.)
So back in April, I took the van in to be completely repainted. We have decent insurance I suppose and the paint job was covered except for the $100 deductible. The paint shop gave us an estimate of 15 days. We also have a rental car clause for $100 a day/$1500 max so the inconvenience of losing the van for two weeks didn't seem like it would be a big deal. The rental car place was even great and provided another 12 passenger van as a rental. Which was so much better than the last time I had to rent a vehicle while the van was in the shop.
(Do you see where this is going? Everything has been too easy so far.)
15 days to paint an entire van... That didn't seem too unreasonable to me. I called on day 15 to check on the progress. Another couple of days, they'd call me when it was ready. They didn't call after a couple of days so I tried again. It wasn't ready, they hoped to be finished on Monday. On Monday it wasn't ready, they planned to be done by Friday. Okay...
Last week Greg scratched the paint on a car in his work's parking lot. Lovely... He was checking our insurance policy to figure out the best way to handle that when he noticed the $100 a day/ $1500 max rental clause. We had had the rental van for 26 days at that point. And guess how much is it to rent a 12 passenger van? $100 a day...
Here's where the stupid little errors come in. I did know about the $100 a day/$1500 max stuff in the beginning. I told the rental place my max was $100 a day and since we were told it would only take 15 days, I didn't care so much how close to the $100 limit we were. And then life got nutty and I didn't think too much about it because hey, it's time for soccer practice, we're out of milk, First Communion, baseball games, strep throat, a couple of dozen sales through Blue Kitty Designs, Greg's out of town, Girl Scouts, etc.
Obviously the paint shop was taking way longer than their estimate. And the insurance company never sent our rental policy limits to the car rental place. The car rental place normally calls customers when they are close to the max but since they never heard from the insurance company, they didn't know when to call. Bam, a $1100 rental bill and our van still wasn't completed.
To finish up a long story, Greg spent all day Thursday on the phone with the paint shop, the insurance company, and car rental place. We dropped the rental van off on Thursday in hopes that our van would be finished Friday (it was). Greg has talked the rental place and paint shop into paying a bit of the $1100 rental bill so we're not stuck with the whole thing. He's still working with the insurance to cover the rest (I'm seriously considering finding a new insurance company now).
The whole thing has been terribly annoying and I wish we had just decided we could live with paint scratches in the first place. Or suffer in a rental mini-van for a while. Hindsight is 20/20, they say.
(I'll get to our camping trip at the beach and Mother's Day soon! I'm kinda backlogged in a bunch of areas of life at the moment...)
Any one have a good way to explain to a 5 year old why he shouldn't show people his middle finger? (flipping people off, giving the bird, etc...) The whole "it means a bad word and isn't nice" isn't working. He wants to know which bad word and what it means. I got some nasty looks from other parents tonight when he was walking around with both middle fingers up. *sigh*
I love computers. And the internet. Especially the internet. I may love the internet more than my children. Because the internet doesn't require me to go to 3 hour long baseball games that are so boring because it's basically watching a 9 year old throw balls and walk enough players around the bases to reach the 5 run limit per team per inning. Repeat twice for 6 innings. And the internet doesn't have 4 siblings who whine about being hot (or cold by a different child at the same time *eye twitching*) and want me to spend a gazillion dollars on candy and Gatorade at the concession stand. And while the concession stand sells Pepsi products, they don't sell Mountain Dew. Or hard liquor. They really need to do one or the other.
As much love as I have for computers and the internet, the feeling does not seem to be mutual today. Last night I left a bunch of brand new Word documents open pertaining to my business (namely wholesale order forms, price and fabric lists, wholesale terms, etc). Did I hit the lovely little "save" icon in the upper left hand corner before cheerfully going to Zach's baseball game? Nope. Did I do it when we returned home at 8pm when no one had eaten dinner and everyone needed showers because they were a dusty ball field mess? Nope. Exhausted and distracted I went to bed last night without saving several hours worth of work on my computer.
So you guessed it, my computer rebooted itself overnight. (I think it's an over heating/not cooling properly issue, I need to vacuum out the case and check all the fans.) For the life of me, I can't find the back up files and even if there are any automatic back up files. Note to self: enable automatic back up filing.
And then! If that wasn't enough! The internet connection isn't working on my computer. I'm currently on Greg's because this whole story is driving me batty enough that I'm dealing with his weird computer set up to blog (and check my email). His computer is hard wired, mine runs off the wireless router so it must be a router problem. I love the message that pops up after you've tried to repair the connection: "If this problem persists, please contact the person who manages your network." But that's me! And I've contacted myself (is that possible?) and I'm doing everything in my measly little power to fix the problem! ARGH!
It all boils down to I need a laptop. Then I would have taken my laptop along to the baseball game last night and finished the Word documents (and saved!). And if the home internet connection was acting wonky, I could just go to Starbucks or Panera or one of the hundred million hot spots in the area. Which funny enough, the ice rink where Zach plays hockey has free WiFi. Another reason I like ice hockey better than baseball. Although the ice rink doesn't sell Mountain Dew either.
Course the real problem is convincing my cheap ass self to actually buy a laptop. Seriously, I would like to at least pretend to be slightly profitable this year... I really should get back to sewing now but I'm a little nervous. Greg doesn't exactly have his own sewing machine that I could use as a back up if my current trend of screwing things up continues.
This has been bugging me for awhile... Now that I own my own business*, do I have to give up my stay at home mom title?
I've avoided discussing the Mommy Wars the entire 3 1/2 years I've been blogging. Which has to be a record of some sort. My reasoning is that mommies shouldn't fight, the government and kids do enough of that already. In short, my feelings on the subject are "do what's best for your family and ignore what the world thinks about it." But I know people like labels. And duh, "Ramblings of a SAHM", I'm obviously right in there with the labels.
No offense to the WAHM's (work at home moms), but I really, really hate that term. Have you met a mom who doesn't "work" at home? I figure if someone can get paid to do the job (maid, chef, nanny, secretary), even though you're doing it for free, it's still work. Case in point, "volunteer work." No pay and it's called work. I also think being a housewife is a perfectly legit job too, households don't run themselves.
So no "Ramblings of a WAHM" for me.
Entrepreneur? Too manly and "pie in the sky" dreaming. Small business owner? I'm so small, there's only 5'3" of it (oh and a sewing machine). Designer? Seamstress? Crazy woman with 5 children, a husband, and an annoying habit of biting off more than she can chew? Fitting but a little long maybe.
I think the thing that is bothering me the most is that I don't want to give up the Stay at Home Mom title. I really like it, I always have (again with the duh, it's my blog name). But I kinda feel that with starting a business I'm cheating. I don't want it to look like being "just" a stay at home mom wasn't enough for me anymore. It is enough! I've honestly never wanted to work outside the home ever again, even when all the kids are in school, college, out of the house, (probably wishful thinking on those last two, hehe). I'm not even sure where the particular moment of insanity to start Blue Kitty Designs came from. I think it was Greg and his love of sales and marketing. (Me: "Look what I made for myself!" Greg: "Cool, you should sell those.") I think I should hire him, except I'm not really profitable yet and he gets paid way too much at his current job anyways.
So here I am, kinda a business person, kinda a stay at home mom. I don't know what my title should be. It gives me something to ponder while I sew...
* I have all the tax ids and licenses and a business checking account, so to me it's officially no longer a hobby and it's a "business". Which is rather amusing because I'm the most un-business/sales/marketing type person I know. Seriously, it's just luck that I've made any sales at all because I couldn't sell a cup of hot chocolate on a freezing winter day.
The Weekend Update:
(only without Seth and Amy and a lot less funny)
Aaaaaaaaaaa! Okay so the Girl Scout camp out was a success. At least I hope it was. There were some tears at bedtime but that was only because through some weird tent math, one of the girls wasn't going to have anyone sleep in her tent besides her mom. The drama... We worked it out and thankfully all the parents picked up their delightful angels by 8:30am.
Sunday I went to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival to check out my competition in the knitting needle roll department. Only found one vendor and not to be egotistic, I think my stuff is better (and she didn't sell anything while I was scoping out her booth). Seeing all the sheep and 4-H stuff (10 year member!) made me homesick. There were even sheep from Quincy Ohio (which will mean nothing to most of you except my husband's family and friends). I'm now back to wanting a farm with sheep and goats and mini cows. It's a conundrum, I want to be in the middle of nowhere on a farm but then again I don't want to give up 2 Targets and half a dozen Chick-fil-A's in a five mile radius.
Monday, Monday... I think I need to be sewing. I haven't checked my to-do list yet this morning...
Quote of the Day: "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow." -Mark Twain
Um, I have 10 Girl Scouts (okay 8, since 2 are my twins) and 5 moms coming over in less than 3 hours to camp out in my backyard tonight. This is the part where I panic.
But I did at least remember Friday is my day to post over at Larger Families. Interesting topic, motivating our children. Just please ignore my procrastination here, okay?
So this is what it's like to be able to breath through my nose... In general I'm not a big fan of nasal sprays but I have to admit breathing is kinda nice.
Anyway I did go through with all the activities last night although Greg took Zach to baseball. Where they left Zach's baseball bag and $150 (!!!!1!!) bat. This happened last year and we never got the stuff back (I checked the lost and found daily for weeks). It irks me that in this annoying upper middle class area someone would steal a kid's baseball stuff. I hope this time that the coach grabbed it, I'm waiting to hear back from him. (Edit: Woohoo! Got an email, someone on the team will bring it to the game on Saturday)
I really don't like being as busy as we were last night. Wednesday has always been Scout night here but the baseball and soccer coaches both recently switched practices from Monday and Thursday to Wednesday. Nice, huh? So Monday, nothing. Tuesday, nothing. Thursday, nothing. Friday, nothing. Everything happens on Wednesday and Saturday. Needless to say, I'm not a big fan of this.
Let's see, my usual topics are allergies, stupid schedules, and... Oh, Blue Kitty Designs! Things are going along swimmingly although I had really hoped to have a shopping cart up and running on my website by the beginning of May. I'll hang out at Etsy for a little longer and set my website goal for June 1st.
Um, well I guess I should go fold some laundry or sew or something now... Have a nice Thursday!
Update: Our CVS just opened a Minute Clinic inside the store so I gave it a try. I tested negative for Strep (weird but she said to come back in a day for a free retest and they'll run an overnight culture) but I have a prescription nasal spray for my allergies now (Rhinocort, budesonide). It's a start right? Off to pop some Tylenol and *grumbles* find a new doctor.
You know how it annoys me when people are sick but won't admit they are sick and get treatment until they are really really sick? And I'm all like, just go see the doctor dumbass.
Pot meet kettle.
102.1 temperature. Plus earache, sinus/jaw ache (it hurts to chew, yawn, sniffle), snotty nose (no longer clear, crap), and a headache. And I may have a sore throat but too many other things hurt more.
I'm a dumbass.
(By the way, Kyle and Emily are perfectly fine today. Rotten kids with healthy immune systems.)
So it may just be the fever confusing me but where exactly do I go with this? Today I have a Brownie meeting, Zach has a baseball game, the twins have soccer practice, and I have a Girl Scout leader meeting. I don't currently have a doctor, we have new insurance, and I doubt any new doctor could get me in today anyways. I think I'll just take some Dayquil, a few Tylenol, and brew another pot of tea.
Can someone please be my mommy and make me a doctor's appointment?
More sick kids... Emily and Kyle are running fevers and not sleeping well at the moment. Em's having night terrors, Kyle keeps thinking he needs to puke, he hasn't (yet).
Greg's been out of town since Friday (he'll be home tomorrow morning, sorry stalkers) so it's been a rough few days. It's amazing how much I miss the simplest things like Greg taking Zach to baseball practice instead of me dragging out 4 not-so-willing (and semi-sick) children who are bored to tears at the baseball field. I'm still working on a good plan to keep them entertained there. They seem to think 4 new Nintendo DS's would work...
Funny how me "not blogging" ends up with me blogging twice in one day. Maybe I should try "not" having a clean house or finding a million dollars.
Yeah okay, I suck. (See yesterday's post.)
But I have to write today. It's the first of the month and if I don't, my archive system will go all screwy. At least I think it will. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I'm dealing with Nyquil hangover so sorry if this doesn't make any sense. I should probably just go to the doctor because at this point I think my "allergies" have morphed into a sinus infection. Or strep. Or something. But I won't go to the doctor and Greg will be grumpy with me when I whine about my nearly constant head cold. And remember how I said I have annoyingly healthy children (for the most part)? Yeah this morning 3 of the 5 were coughing. I dosed them with Vicks and sent them to school anyway because I'm a mean mommy and their coughing hurts my head.
I will be so thrilled when this Girl Scout year is over. We have two meetings left, an overnight camp out this Friday (in my backyard, crap, I need to clean the house again), and the ill-fated animal shelter tour that I still need to reschedule. Seriously if it snows in May, I'm just throwing in the towel on that one. I'd bitch a lot more about Girl Scouts but I'm following the rule of "don't write what you wouldn't want that person reading" so I'll stop there.
Alright enough cold medicine induced rambling for now. Besides I have to save something for tomorrow when I "won't" blog.
But I have to write today. It's the first of the month and if I don't, my archive system will go all screwy. At least I think it will. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I'm dealing with Nyquil hangover so sorry if this doesn't make any sense. I should probably just go to the doctor because at this point I think my "allergies" have morphed into a sinus infection. Or strep. Or something. But I won't go to the doctor and Greg will be grumpy with me when I whine about my nearly constant head cold. And remember how I said I have annoyingly healthy children (for the most part)? Yeah this morning 3 of the 5 were coughing. I dosed them with Vicks and sent them to school anyway because I'm a mean mommy and their coughing hurts my head.
I will be so thrilled when this Girl Scout year is over. We have two meetings left, an overnight camp out this Friday (in my backyard, crap, I need to clean the house again), and the ill-fated animal shelter tour that I still need to reschedule. Seriously if it snows in May, I'm just throwing in the towel on that one. I'd bitch a lot more about Girl Scouts but I'm following the rule of "don't write what you wouldn't want that person reading" so I'll stop there.
Alright enough cold medicine induced rambling for now. Besides I have to save something for tomorrow when I "won't" blog.
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