Here are some pictures of the Vee fresh from one of her baths. 
These are really for Daddie's benefit. See you not soon enough!
Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts
Friday, May 9, 2008
Gee your hair smells terrific
My children and I actually benefited, hygienically, from the absence of their father. I have given them multiple baths/showers each day because it keeps them contained in one area for a period of time longer that 30seconds. That way I can move the lap top to where I have a good vantage point of them and I get some work (or blogging) done. They're happy, I'm happy. The only reason I don't try this when he's at home is the location of his office is connected to our bathroom, so I don't think he'd appreciate our presence. The frequency and volume of the baby getting sick has been a contributing factor, as well. Also, I have put on makeup several days in a row. Not because he's gone, just because I was going to have to see strangers, errands that he would have been doing, had he been here.
6 More Long Hours
I have only had a few moments of utter pain and anguish. Most of them being every morning when my baby filled her car seat with vomit again. Not this morning, though, this morning was the only morning that she didn't. This is why Jenny couldn't ride in my car to dinner. She started dry heaving from the stench of the still damp car seat and jumped out of the moving vehicle, did a very impressive tuck & roll onto the road and ran as fast as she could back to her own, fresh smelling vehicle. It might have been all the old sippy cups and french fries that she was really smelling, but either way she saved me the gas money and chauffeured me around on my birthday.
I also managed to miss the Kindergarten round up. That one I did feel bad about. For a minute, but I'm over it now.
I have that uncomfortable feeling that I get when everything's going a little too smoothly and I'm just hoping there's no major trouble between now and 6:30. I'm sure I'll let you know if there is.
I also managed to miss the Kindergarten round up. That one I did feel bad about. For a minute, but I'm over it now.
I have that uncomfortable feeling that I get when everything's going a little too smoothly and I'm just hoping there's no major trouble between now and 6:30. I'm sure I'll let you know if there is.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
My Birthday
I had a butt load of errands to run (alone) today, so I told me happy birthday by taking my kids to Wendy's in the middle of all the errand running. First of all, we can not pull into a Wendy's parking lot without my little oak tree begging not to sit at the table that she threw up at that one time last year. I always explain to her that it's not even the same Wendy's, but still she's concerned about that year-old puke.
Today brought an extra special treat. Not vomit, well, not at Wendy's, just in her car seat this morning, again. At Wendy's there was a large fatherly black man sitting right next to us. He was waving at VeeVee and smiling at the crazy things kids say. Very friendly. Out of the blue, MoMo asks me in a very loud voice why there are black people and white people. I was suddenly a very red person and explained that there are lots of different colors of people and I'm think that it's because Heavenly Father likes a lot of variety. She proceeded to argue with me that, no, there are NOT a lot of different colors of skin. Just black skin and white skin. I tried not to act uncomfortable. I think if I was the nice black man I would have found her question amusing, so I don't know why it's embarrassing. Maybe because I'm used to them being so little they don't even notice differences. Anyway, I lost my appetite, so that's good.
Tonight Jenny and Leanna took me to Beaches where they had my name on the menus at our table. It was a very nice gift and a great break after my week of solitary duty. Thanks sissies.
Today brought an extra special treat. Not vomit, well, not at Wendy's, just in her car seat this morning, again. At Wendy's there was a large fatherly black man sitting right next to us. He was waving at VeeVee and smiling at the crazy things kids say. Very friendly. Out of the blue, MoMo asks me in a very loud voice why there are black people and white people. I was suddenly a very red person and explained that there are lots of different colors of people and I'm think that it's because Heavenly Father likes a lot of variety. She proceeded to argue with me that, no, there are NOT a lot of different colors of skin. Just black skin and white skin. I tried not to act uncomfortable. I think if I was the nice black man I would have found her question amusing, so I don't know why it's embarrassing. Maybe because I'm used to them being so little they don't even notice differences. Anyway, I lost my appetite, so that's good.
Tonight Jenny and Leanna took me to Beaches where they had my name on the menus at our table. It was a very nice gift and a great break after my week of solitary duty. Thanks sissies.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I So Rock
Highlights of the day:
I didn't feel lonely or abandoned even one time.
I successfully funded a loan, called an insurance agent and got her to do my bidding, and probably funded a second loan, but we'll know if that went through tomorrow (don't ask me what any of that means, I don't actually know).
I got to the bank before it closed.
I got MoMo to TBall early.
We sat down at the table for dinner (the three of us who aren't sick). OK, it was sandwiches, but they were on my rolls instead of bread, does that count for anything?
I drove up and down SR503 looking for the skating pony walker. No luck. I will keep trying.
KiKi watched the sickos so I could get the 5 year old to her TBall game.
Talked to Chris many times.
Lows:
Lots of cleaning up after sick babies.
KaiKai is feeling worse again.
Superturd's illness has moved on down the intestinal track and is giving me a new reason to be washing tons of laundry.
CHRIS AND DOUG ARE HAVING A THREESOME AND IT'S NOT WITH ME. He just called from his room. He got a suite for some reason and the other guys got small rooms, so they're all hanging out in his room watching TV. I think he's falling for the guy they're in class with, they were all giggling like school girls the whole time we were on the phone. The other guys went and got beers and got Chris a cinnamon roll, so it's a party now. I feel so left out. I'm going to go have some ice cream now.
On a spiritual note, my prayers are totally being answered, I was at my whits end trying to figure out how to get my oldest to the school at 6:30 when I wouldn't even be done with TBall until after that and she's the only one old enough to stay home with the others anyway, so I couldn't even drop her off early. I really prayed for help on that one and she got off the bus and told me that her practice was cancelled. He never cancels. I could have kissed him. I did do a bunch of different religious signs of gratitude to cover my bases, you know, I did some Praising of the Lord, I crossed myself, I bore my testimony, I sang Hava Nagita. I really did, I was so grateful to have that taken care of and to know that He hears me and cares even if it's minor stuff, it still matters and I appreciate the help. It reminded me again of the Tender Mercies talk by David Bednar where he talked about all the little things the Lord does to help us out and how we can and should recognize His hand in all these things. It's so true, huh? By seeing those little helps all the time we are reminded of Him and His love for us. Anyways, I feel pretty good about how well it's going. I think I'll make it.
I didn't feel lonely or abandoned even one time.
I successfully funded a loan, called an insurance agent and got her to do my bidding, and probably funded a second loan, but we'll know if that went through tomorrow (don't ask me what any of that means, I don't actually know).
I got to the bank before it closed.
I got MoMo to TBall early.
We sat down at the table for dinner (the three of us who aren't sick). OK, it was sandwiches, but they were on my rolls instead of bread, does that count for anything?
I drove up and down SR503 looking for the skating pony walker. No luck. I will keep trying.
KiKi watched the sickos so I could get the 5 year old to her TBall game.
Talked to Chris many times.
Lows:
Lots of cleaning up after sick babies.
KaiKai is feeling worse again.
Superturd's illness has moved on down the intestinal track and is giving me a new reason to be washing tons of laundry.
CHRIS AND DOUG ARE HAVING A THREESOME AND IT'S NOT WITH ME. He just called from his room. He got a suite for some reason and the other guys got small rooms, so they're all hanging out in his room watching TV. I think he's falling for the guy they're in class with, they were all giggling like school girls the whole time we were on the phone. The other guys went and got beers and got Chris a cinnamon roll, so it's a party now. I feel so left out. I'm going to go have some ice cream now.
On a spiritual note, my prayers are totally being answered, I was at my whits end trying to figure out how to get my oldest to the school at 6:30 when I wouldn't even be done with TBall until after that and she's the only one old enough to stay home with the others anyway, so I couldn't even drop her off early. I really prayed for help on that one and she got off the bus and told me that her practice was cancelled. He never cancels. I could have kissed him. I did do a bunch of different religious signs of gratitude to cover my bases, you know, I did some Praising of the Lord, I crossed myself, I bore my testimony, I sang Hava Nagita. I really did, I was so grateful to have that taken care of and to know that He hears me and cares even if it's minor stuff, it still matters and I appreciate the help. It reminded me again of the Tender Mercies talk by David Bednar where he talked about all the little things the Lord does to help us out and how we can and should recognize His hand in all these things. It's so true, huh? By seeing those little helps all the time we are reminded of Him and His love for us. Anyways, I feel pretty good about how well it's going. I think I'll make it.
Top Ten Tuesday - Whiner Edition
I have no ideas for Top Ten this week. If you would like to join me in reasons you depend on your husband, I am about to list the reasons he shouldn't ever leave town (or our home) again.
1. When our baby acted like she was done being sick on Sunday she was faking. She just filled her freshly washed car seat with something the consistency and color of oatmeal. It has some strawberries in it and we haven't even had strawberries since Sunday, so she's just been saving up for me.
2. Your son spent the night running to the bathroom and producing his own creations that in no way resembled oatmeal. It was more of a chocolate milk or maybe a malt. Not so much milkshake consistency, darker brown and thinner.
3. I don't know how to be pushy. I'm trying to run your business while you're gone and I'm excited to do that, but you're much better at making people get you the things you need when you need them. I'm more of a "oh, you can't do that for me? ok, sorry to have bothered you" type person. You're more of a "Oh, yes, you will do as you're told, and you'll do it now and be happy about it. Thank you for your time." type person.
4. I was unable to watch any TV last night (which was actually kind of nice) because I can't be downstairs after the kids go to bed or I get totally freaked out being all alone. I'm pretty sure someone is hiding in the house and I have to check all the doors at windows 5 times and close my eyes while I'm doing it or I'm sure I'll see someone looking back at me. If we had a TV upstairs it would help. Yes, I know that the no TV in the bedroom rule is mine, but I think it could be changed when you're gone. It would also help if we had window coverings.
5. I'm going to have to wake up pretty darn early if I want to shower this week at all.
6. You took your toothbrush. What am I supposed to use?
7. Since you're not here drinking liquid darkness I might have to break down and pour myself my own. Not that I need it. I just want a few sips here and there. Don't judge me. You know how hard it is for me to admit weakness and acknowledge my problems. I'm just glad it's Diet Cherry Pepsi and not Diet DP or you'd come home to a house full of empties and a very jittery wife.
8. What if something breaks? (that one is a joke, a very sarcasm laced joke)
9. How am I going to get my fill of ESPN and the basketball playoffs and Mariner baseball and sports talk radio? Again with the sarcasm. you'd think it was hereditary or something. There I go again, I can't stop, or I maybe I just don't want to.
10. I have nobody to be all Rootbeer with.
Friday can't come fast enough. I do feel that peace that I didn't anticipate feeling, a sort of calm, I can handle this type feeling. I hope that is a feeling our loved ones who are separated or single right now have, it's much better than the overwhelmed I can't handle this anymore feeling which I expect to have by tonight.
1. When our baby acted like she was done being sick on Sunday she was faking. She just filled her freshly washed car seat with something the consistency and color of oatmeal. It has some strawberries in it and we haven't even had strawberries since Sunday, so she's just been saving up for me.
2. Your son spent the night running to the bathroom and producing his own creations that in no way resembled oatmeal. It was more of a chocolate milk or maybe a malt. Not so much milkshake consistency, darker brown and thinner.
3. I don't know how to be pushy. I'm trying to run your business while you're gone and I'm excited to do that, but you're much better at making people get you the things you need when you need them. I'm more of a "oh, you can't do that for me? ok, sorry to have bothered you" type person. You're more of a "Oh, yes, you will do as you're told, and you'll do it now and be happy about it. Thank you for your time." type person.
4. I was unable to watch any TV last night (which was actually kind of nice) because I can't be downstairs after the kids go to bed or I get totally freaked out being all alone. I'm pretty sure someone is hiding in the house and I have to check all the doors at windows 5 times and close my eyes while I'm doing it or I'm sure I'll see someone looking back at me. If we had a TV upstairs it would help. Yes, I know that the no TV in the bedroom rule is mine, but I think it could be changed when you're gone. It would also help if we had window coverings.
5. I'm going to have to wake up pretty darn early if I want to shower this week at all.
6. You took your toothbrush. What am I supposed to use?
7. Since you're not here drinking liquid darkness I might have to break down and pour myself my own. Not that I need it. I just want a few sips here and there. Don't judge me. You know how hard it is for me to admit weakness and acknowledge my problems. I'm just glad it's Diet Cherry Pepsi and not Diet DP or you'd come home to a house full of empties and a very jittery wife.
8. What if something breaks? (that one is a joke, a very sarcasm laced joke)
9. How am I going to get my fill of ESPN and the basketball playoffs and Mariner baseball and sports talk radio? Again with the sarcasm. you'd think it was hereditary or something. There I go again, I can't stop, or I maybe I just don't want to.
10. I have nobody to be all Rootbeer with.
Friday can't come fast enough. I do feel that peace that I didn't anticipate feeling, a sort of calm, I can handle this type feeling. I hope that is a feeling our loved ones who are separated or single right now have, it's much better than the overwhelmed I can't handle this anymore feeling which I expect to have by tonight.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Unfortunate Incidents
As I was driving to Leanna's shower yesterday my phone rang. It was Chris letting me know that the baby had just woken up and she was covered with vomit. Dried on vomit. She had been sick at least once in the night, maybe more than once. I felt horrible for her. Poor baby. How did I not hear her. I did keep driving and let him take care of it. He's just as capable as I am, and he'll be gone for a week, so he owes me. He said that Kiki was amazing. She bathed her and helped all day. I wonder if I can keep her home from school while he gone. I feel so bad for the baby. And for MoMo because she was supposed to have a TBall game and he couldn't take her with a puking baby.
In other news, our friend's drunk wife was back in the ER on Friday. She was working (in the hospital, she's a phlebotomist) when her boss noticed that she wasn't OK, so she was sent to the ER to get checked out. The doctor ran some tests, including blood work, and came in to report his findings to her. Luckily for us,and now for you, her sister was in the room and reported this exchange back to our friend:
Dr: Well, I can see from your results what's wrong with you. Your blood alcohol level is .40 (not .04, .40. As in 40% of your blood is Jack Daniels. As in I could bite your arm real hard and get wasted) That's 5x the legal limit for driving and you drove yourself here.
DrunkWife: I never said you could check my blood alcohol levels.
Dr: I'm a Doctor not a cop, I can run whatever tests I need to run.
DrunkWife: I haven't had a drink in 20 days, so you're wrong.
Dr: Mam, your blood alcohol level is at a point where I believe I should call Social Services to come in and talk to you about what your options are.
At this point Drinkey Drinkey realized that her sister was listening and kicked her out, so that's all the info we got. The highlights as I see them are: the continuous denial, even after the blood test and the fact that someone can draw other people's blood after consuming that large of a beer breakfast. She's so talented.
In other news, our friend's drunk wife was back in the ER on Friday. She was working (in the hospital, she's a phlebotomist) when her boss noticed that she wasn't OK, so she was sent to the ER to get checked out. The doctor ran some tests, including blood work, and came in to report his findings to her. Luckily for us,and now for you, her sister was in the room and reported this exchange back to our friend:
Dr: Well, I can see from your results what's wrong with you. Your blood alcohol level is .40 (not .04, .40. As in 40% of your blood is Jack Daniels. As in I could bite your arm real hard and get wasted) That's 5x the legal limit for driving and you drove yourself here.
DrunkWife: I never said you could check my blood alcohol levels.
Dr: I'm a Doctor not a cop, I can run whatever tests I need to run.
DrunkWife: I haven't had a drink in 20 days, so you're wrong.
Dr: Mam, your blood alcohol level is at a point where I believe I should call Social Services to come in and talk to you about what your options are.
At this point Drinkey Drinkey realized that her sister was listening and kicked her out, so that's all the info we got. The highlights as I see them are: the continuous denial, even after the blood test and the fact that someone can draw other people's blood after consuming that large of a beer breakfast. She's so talented.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
I'm So Sick
I just want to know how many of you want a photo reenactment of the illness, like the one I did of the staple gun injury. It would be very entertaining and informative. Anyone? Wussies.
Leanna drove the 2 hours up to my house to drop off China money, threw it at my front door and peeled out of the driveway. Poor girl. I hate driving (with my kids, I hate driving with my kids, otherwise my trucker dream stands firm, complete with a compilation tape of John Denver and Neil Diamond). It was very kind of her to do that, I guess I could have had her put it into my bank account at a branch in Salem, huh? I should have thought of that sooner. My mommy brain cloud has increased in density do to my illness, or I would have offered her that option hours ago. Sorry, Aunt Beelanna.
I am now going to attempt to take a shower. The first one since Saturday. Yes, I only got sick last night, what's your point? I'm just trying to make my new hair color last longer. Really.
Leanna drove the 2 hours up to my house to drop off China money, threw it at my front door and peeled out of the driveway. Poor girl. I hate driving (with my kids, I hate driving with my kids, otherwise my trucker dream stands firm, complete with a compilation tape of John Denver and Neil Diamond). It was very kind of her to do that, I guess I could have had her put it into my bank account at a branch in Salem, huh? I should have thought of that sooner. My mommy brain cloud has increased in density do to my illness, or I would have offered her that option hours ago. Sorry, Aunt Beelanna.
I am now going to attempt to take a shower. The first one since Saturday. Yes, I only got sick last night, what's your point? I'm just trying to make my new hair color last longer. Really.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sickos part two
Remember last time we had stomach flu in our home and I swore they were all getting in bed together the next time it struck (this post), so it wouldn't take so long to go through our whole family? Yeah, I didn't. Stupid stupid stupid stupid.
I knew all day that Momo wasn't quite right and neither am I for that matter, but no barf, just pain and uncomfortable yucky tummy stuff. Then, at 7pm, the door bell rang signalling that our Family Home Evening guests had arrived, simultaneously I heard Momo start to scream the death scream. I started to head downstairs. Kiki opened the door to let our visitors in just as Mo vomited all the way from the family room to the downstairs bathroom. The bathroom right by the front door. Right where our guests were standing. A river of vomit right up to their feet. Poor little missionary boys, so young, so naive, so unprepared for the joys of parenthood. I think I saw one of them mentally decide right then to never have children.
They stayed for our lesson and song and prayer and everything. Brave little suckers. I did wrap up their dessert to take with them and made them use hand sanitizer several times.
It was hard not to make them wait with vomit all around them while I grabbed the camera and documented the moment for blogging purposes. Instead, I grabbed towels and Clorox wipes and did my best to salvage the evening.
I saw VeeVee drinking out of Mo's cup before bed tonight and I didn't stop her. Drink up, babe, get it over with.
I knew all day that Momo wasn't quite right and neither am I for that matter, but no barf, just pain and uncomfortable yucky tummy stuff. Then, at 7pm, the door bell rang signalling that our Family Home Evening guests had arrived, simultaneously I heard Momo start to scream the death scream. I started to head downstairs. Kiki opened the door to let our visitors in just as Mo vomited all the way from the family room to the downstairs bathroom. The bathroom right by the front door. Right where our guests were standing. A river of vomit right up to their feet. Poor little missionary boys, so young, so naive, so unprepared for the joys of parenthood. I think I saw one of them mentally decide right then to never have children.
They stayed for our lesson and song and prayer and everything. Brave little suckers. I did wrap up their dessert to take with them and made them use hand sanitizer several times.
It was hard not to make them wait with vomit all around them while I grabbed the camera and documented the moment for blogging purposes. Instead, I grabbed towels and Clorox wipes and did my best to salvage the evening.
I saw VeeVee drinking out of Mo's cup before bed tonight and I didn't stop her. Drink up, babe, get it over with.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Highlights of my week
The sun was out and it was a beautiful day on Friday and again on Saturday. We had Grandma and GG come out on Saturday for a TBall game. I think they got a kick out of it, too. Our buddy Gabe was on the other team and we didn't know he was even playing, so that was fun to see him. I got a cute picture of Momo and him together for their wedding video.
Jenny invited us out Friday to the zoo, even though she's had stomach flu for several days. I think the fresh air was good for her, and for me. She popped Pepto pills like candy, but she never puked. It was a great day.
Kiki got excepted to the drama program for next year. Even though she's one of the teacher's favorite students, it was still a little nerve racking for her.
Friday was the last day of state testing for Kai! I'm glad she's done, but not glad that she'll have homework again next week. She finished the Half Blood Prince this week. Pheww, one Harry Potter book left. I think she'll be sad when it's over, she looovvveeesss Harry.
VeeVee says baby. Mama, Dada, Waffle, and Baby. I wonder if we can make a sentence out of those words. She also raises her hand and yells ME! if we ask the kids a question.
Chris has decided not to take the job and will instead file bankruptcy and we will sell the house and move into our shop. Letting us live there will be part of the purchase agreement that the new owners sign. There's no running water, but the creek is right outside the door. We both feel it's the best move for our family considering the out of town training issue and the hours apart issue. I wonder if the new job pays for psychiatric counseling.
My hair doesn't suck as bad as it did.
After the zoo Jenny and I saw a sign that said "Tree Sale $5". Knowing that we should probably get home, we decided to buy some trees. There were tons of trees for $5. Fruit trees. I got two plums and another apple. That means we now have 4 fruit bearing trees. We are well on our way to an orchard. We also managed to put a fence around the new trees to prevent the deer from sharing in our harvest. Chris managed to use the staple gun on himself, which was way worse and bloodier than you might think. I hope he didn't need a tetanus shot.
Jenny invited us out Friday to the zoo, even though she's had stomach flu for several days. I think the fresh air was good for her, and for me. She popped Pepto pills like candy, but she never puked. It was a great day.
Kiki got excepted to the drama program for next year. Even though she's one of the teacher's favorite students, it was still a little nerve racking for her.
Friday was the last day of state testing for Kai! I'm glad she's done, but not glad that she'll have homework again next week. She finished the Half Blood Prince this week. Pheww, one Harry Potter book left. I think she'll be sad when it's over, she looovvveeesss Harry.
VeeVee says baby. Mama, Dada, Waffle, and Baby. I wonder if we can make a sentence out of those words. She also raises her hand and yells ME! if we ask the kids a question.
Chris has decided not to take the job and will instead file bankruptcy and we will sell the house and move into our shop. Letting us live there will be part of the purchase agreement that the new owners sign. There's no running water, but the creek is right outside the door. We both feel it's the best move for our family considering the out of town training issue and the hours apart issue. I wonder if the new job pays for psychiatric counseling.
My hair doesn't suck as bad as it did.
After the zoo Jenny and I saw a sign that said "Tree Sale $5". Knowing that we should probably get home, we decided to buy some trees. There were tons of trees for $5. Fruit trees. I got two plums and another apple. That means we now have 4 fruit bearing trees. We are well on our way to an orchard. We also managed to put a fence around the new trees to prevent the deer from sharing in our harvest. Chris managed to use the staple gun on himself, which was way worse and bloodier than you might think. I hope he didn't need a tetanus shot.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Two More Things
It wasn't constipation. It's gone, though, whatever it was. Secretly I think it really was muscle pain from carrying Superturd around, but I don't want to admit that, because I'm embarrassed that I called the nurse about a pain caused by carrying a huge child on my hip. I stopped carrying him yesterday and it went away by last night. I wonder why the internet searches for what I was possibly dying from didn't diagnose THAT for me.
Also, I do believe that the Cheat Day post is the longest post of all time. I'm so proud. It's like when I gave birth to Superturd. Really huge and beautiful. It makes me want to make more.
Also, I do believe that the Cheat Day post is the longest post of all time. I'm so proud. It's like when I gave birth to Superturd. Really huge and beautiful. It makes me want to make more.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Hypochondria
I called the ask-a-nurse thingy and "linda" thought that I should just watch it for a few days. She said if the side pain continues for three days I should go to the doctor. Or if my fever goes over 100.5, right now it's just 99.5. So, I believe I might live. The only thing she seemed concerned about was my kidneys and/or possible UTI. I tried to convince her that I know when I have a UTI and it's NOT that. Kidneys, though, could be it, she talked about kidney stones. That doesn't sound fun.
She said they often see these symptoms in people who THINK they're getting Krispy Kreme, but do not in fact RECEIVE any Krispy Kreme.
Hopefully it's just constipation, but I haven't even GONE on a vacation, so that would be unusual.
She said they often see these symptoms in people who THINK they're getting Krispy Kreme, but do not in fact RECEIVE any Krispy Kreme.
Hopefully it's just constipation, but I haven't even GONE on a vacation, so that would be unusual.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sickos and sickos
Superturd with a fever is something to behold. I wouldn't say he's LowGrade jr, that's Momo, she's laying around moaning, in and out of sleep, just like her father. Grant follows me around with his chubby arms in the air flapping his hands IneedyoumomIneedyoumomIneedyoumom, doing his best imitation of an actual infant. It's not so bad, I can cook, "clean" (read blogs), etc. with a forty pounder on my hip, that's in the job description. The problem is with his need to sooth himself. He does this by placing one hand directly down my shirt, where I can only assume he expects to find cleavage (sorry, men in my life, long gone with the last weaning I'm afraid). His father finds this very disturbing (the hand down the shirt thing, not the no cleavage thing...okay, that too, but not for this story). I'm immune to it after the hours of listening to Ineedyouneedyou, go ahead and grope, just do it quietly. Anyway, he did take it to a level yesterday that even disturbed me out of my mom zoning out happy place. He started patting the top of one of my shriveled bananas and said "big ones, big ones". Well, now I know he's a fully developed sicko, because he's apparently already learned to deceive with flattery to get to second base. Ewww. I'm lost in this disturbing thought when I discern that he's now saying "need little ones, mom, need little ones" and truly trying to pull my whole shirt down and get to second base for reals. Still, I'm staring... mouth open... look of horror...what is he talking about? Unfortunately, I was jolted from my shocked place by my son firmly grabbing a nipple between his chubby thumb and finger and full on pinching it he says "yeah, little ones". At least I'd figured out what "little ones" were, now what to do about my jr pervo?
Kiki brought this bug home on the 12th. High fever, headaches, cough. She also had an ear infection, so she got the coveted prescription. MoMo was next, on Friday. Then Superturd on Sunday, Kai on Tuesday. We took jr pervo to the doctor yesterday because he's waking up every 2 hours screaming, so we were hoping for something sever enough to warrant another golden ticket for antibiotics. Not that I'm big on drugs, but just please be something actually wrong, not simply being a big wuss screaming all night. He did get the meds, ear infection and red throat. I'll take it. When we got home from the urgent care, Chris dropped me and Superturd off and headed straight to the store to fill the prescription (35 dollars for something that will most likely be spit all over my face, but will at least give me hope that he's getting better). Here's where I made a terrible mistake: I told Kai that her brother needed special medicine. This gets her head in a bad place, pretty sure she's dying and we just don't care enough about her to take her in. Not realizing the error I had made, I started preparing dinner, with pervo on my hip. She then startled me out of my mom happy place by scream crying that her chin hurt so bad she might die any minute please fix it, must go to the doctor now, not later. Chin? Yes, chin. Not throat or lungs. Chin. I thought I was helping when I felt her glands and explained that her ibuprofen had worn of and her glands were swollen, causing discomfort. This didn't help, she was in serious hysterics. You have to understand, we don't go to the doctor unless we really have to. With 5 kids, you know when you need to go and when you don't. This one child in particular is sure we are negligent in this respect and sure that she should be rushed to the doctor at the first sign of an impending illness. I took my exam a step further and grabbed the flashlight. I carefully examined her throat and declared that it was just swollen tonsils, nothing to worry about, totally normal with a virus. I'd made a horrible mistake, I guess swollen tonsils are the kiss of death. At this point it was worth another 50 bucks to get the scream crier in the car and head back to the urgent care, nothing else was stopping that panic. Chris was still gone, so I left Grant with Kiki, but I figured I'd take Momo for a check while I was at it, since she's still at 102 a week into this thing. The doctor deemed Mo needful of antibiotics due to a red throat. He said Kai was fine, just a virus, ears ok, throat fine. He then said he would write her a prescription, too, to make her feel better. He said it can't hurt. I disagree. I think it feeds the "must go to the doctor, now" problem. I told him to cross his fingers that four out of five kids was all he'd need to see, since Vee was still feeling well. He said we should pray for that...and then he did, amen and everything...he was joking, he's funny like that. When we got home, Vee had a temp of 101. I guess the prayer didn't work, he must not be Mormon. KIDDING, settle down, it's a joke. He's from India or something, so he's probably not even praying right. Again, a joke, was that too far?
All I know is that from now on when one gets sick, they all must get in bed together and share cups/forks/toothbrushes until they're all sick so that we can get it over with and not drag this garbage out for a month. Wish me luck.
Kiki brought this bug home on the 12th. High fever, headaches, cough. She also had an ear infection, so she got the coveted prescription. MoMo was next, on Friday. Then Superturd on Sunday, Kai on Tuesday. We took jr pervo to the doctor yesterday because he's waking up every 2 hours screaming, so we were hoping for something sever enough to warrant another golden ticket for antibiotics. Not that I'm big on drugs, but just please be something actually wrong, not simply being a big wuss screaming all night. He did get the meds, ear infection and red throat. I'll take it. When we got home from the urgent care, Chris dropped me and Superturd off and headed straight to the store to fill the prescription (35 dollars for something that will most likely be spit all over my face, but will at least give me hope that he's getting better). Here's where I made a terrible mistake: I told Kai that her brother needed special medicine. This gets her head in a bad place, pretty sure she's dying and we just don't care enough about her to take her in. Not realizing the error I had made, I started preparing dinner, with pervo on my hip. She then startled me out of my mom happy place by scream crying that her chin hurt so bad she might die any minute please fix it, must go to the doctor now, not later. Chin? Yes, chin. Not throat or lungs. Chin. I thought I was helping when I felt her glands and explained that her ibuprofen had worn of and her glands were swollen, causing discomfort. This didn't help, she was in serious hysterics. You have to understand, we don't go to the doctor unless we really have to. With 5 kids, you know when you need to go and when you don't. This one child in particular is sure we are negligent in this respect and sure that she should be rushed to the doctor at the first sign of an impending illness. I took my exam a step further and grabbed the flashlight. I carefully examined her throat and declared that it was just swollen tonsils, nothing to worry about, totally normal with a virus. I'd made a horrible mistake, I guess swollen tonsils are the kiss of death. At this point it was worth another 50 bucks to get the scream crier in the car and head back to the urgent care, nothing else was stopping that panic. Chris was still gone, so I left Grant with Kiki, but I figured I'd take Momo for a check while I was at it, since she's still at 102 a week into this thing. The doctor deemed Mo needful of antibiotics due to a red throat. He said Kai was fine, just a virus, ears ok, throat fine. He then said he would write her a prescription, too, to make her feel better. He said it can't hurt. I disagree. I think it feeds the "must go to the doctor, now" problem. I told him to cross his fingers that four out of five kids was all he'd need to see, since Vee was still feeling well. He said we should pray for that...and then he did, amen and everything...he was joking, he's funny like that. When we got home, Vee had a temp of 101. I guess the prayer didn't work, he must not be Mormon. KIDDING, settle down, it's a joke. He's from India or something, so he's probably not even praying right. Again, a joke, was that too far?
All I know is that from now on when one gets sick, they all must get in bed together and share cups/forks/toothbrushes until they're all sick so that we can get it over with and not drag this garbage out for a month. Wish me luck.
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