Monday, December 31, 2007
happiest new year to all!
wishing you inspiration and love for the new year ( and many, many smiles! )
Thursday, December 27, 2007
not for the squeamish....
Christmas is over and we can finally rest. The week before the holiday a stomach bug decided to enter our home and cause all kinds of havoc. First the baby, then momma, then Sarah and hubby. The last two decidedly were the sickest of all and it has taken what feels like endless hours to fully air out and disinfect the house. This was our first time dealing with something like this and I am still amazed at 1) how much puke such a little person can produce and 2) how long it can take some kids to actually kick the bug.
Sarah began last Friday nite and was still not fully herself today. In fact, after several vomit-free days, we went for a ride in the car to get the kids some food, and lo-and-behold she threw up in the car, all over the car. When we got home she begged for the chicken nuggets and fries we had just bought, and I gave in, thinking she would probably puke it up anyway, but that it would feel better than those dry heaves she had been having for days. Well, what do you know, the kid was bouncing around, smiling (which she really hasn't been doing lately, even with Santa's delivery!) and laughing! So thank you McD's for the smiles and for filling my hungry little girls oh-so-empty belly!
Sarah began last Friday nite and was still not fully herself today. In fact, after several vomit-free days, we went for a ride in the car to get the kids some food, and lo-and-behold she threw up in the car, all over the car. When we got home she begged for the chicken nuggets and fries we had just bought, and I gave in, thinking she would probably puke it up anyway, but that it would feel better than those dry heaves she had been having for days. Well, what do you know, the kid was bouncing around, smiling (which she really hasn't been doing lately, even with Santa's delivery!) and laughing! So thank you McD's for the smiles and for filling my hungry little girls oh-so-empty belly!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
sick sick sick!
Well, the kids are sick again. It's just crazy to me. They are never sick, and now it seems like, just as they are getting rid of a cold, they are starting a new one! Nothing too painful or serious, but enough to keep us home and not going to playdates or the gym (which my fat butt definately needs right now!) The momma-guilt is setting in about not bringing them to the chiropractor anymore (due to finances), perhaps not getting enough "outside" play time (momma don't like the cold) or just doing something wrong somewhere. Another part of my little delusional mind tells me that kids get sick, and they get better. Just deal with it woman.
As for "mommy-time", such as the gym and shopping for Christmas, I need to accept that I need to do it at night after the kids go to bed.
By the way, has anyone tried to order their Christmas cards online??? I am having such a problem with the websites (all of them!) being so slow. So, if I know and love you, don't take it personally if you don't get a shout out for the holidays from our home this year.
As for "mommy-time", such as the gym and shopping for Christmas, I need to accept that I need to do it at night after the kids go to bed.
By the way, has anyone tried to order their Christmas cards online??? I am having such a problem with the websites (all of them!) being so slow. So, if I know and love you, don't take it personally if you don't get a shout out for the holidays from our home this year.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
you are cordially invited...
I like manuals. I like to read through and know what to do before I do it. I thought parenting would be that easy, but haha on me. So with that, every once in a while you will be invited to a pity party in my honor.
A few weeks ago, JR was wheezing and we ended up in the ER. I was giving him breathing treatments at home and everything was fine. He was feeling better, breathing good, and due to I suppose my own laziness, we stopped the treatments. For my own peace of mind, the prescription does say "As needed for wheezing".
Last night we ate dinner at my parents, who have a dog. Now I always give my son Benadryl before we get there because he breaks out in terrible hives due to dogs. I forgot. Once again, I suck. By dinnertime my little man's poor little face was covered in itchy hives and his left practically swollen shut. He was miserable, I was crying. I am sitting there worrying about what hubby thinks, what my parents think of me, and wondering if I am fit to mother these children.
poor me.
sucky mom.
why is it so easy to make it about "me" at times like this?
This morning he awoke his normal cheerful self, but while he was eating breakfast he started coughing and wheezing. So, once again, I am thinking "I suck, this is all my fault". I gave him a breathing treatment and the wheezing has subsided.
It frustates me that JR was tested for allergies and nothing showed up, but most apparantly he is allergic to dogs and peanuts, at least to what we know so far. It frustrates me that I fall into this "poor me" attitude when my babies need me the most. It frustrates me that I cannot be more like my MIL, who, like Mary Poppins, is "practically perfect in every way". She would have never forget to give her children medicine or breathing treatment. She always know the right thing to do. I wish I could be more like my good friend DT, who let's it all roll off her back and is always telling me to relax. I wish I felt more like an adult, a parent, instead of still a child in a big body.
When do you start to feel like an adult anyway??
A few weeks ago, JR was wheezing and we ended up in the ER. I was giving him breathing treatments at home and everything was fine. He was feeling better, breathing good, and due to I suppose my own laziness, we stopped the treatments. For my own peace of mind, the prescription does say "As needed for wheezing".
Last night we ate dinner at my parents, who have a dog. Now I always give my son Benadryl before we get there because he breaks out in terrible hives due to dogs. I forgot. Once again, I suck. By dinnertime my little man's poor little face was covered in itchy hives and his left practically swollen shut. He was miserable, I was crying. I am sitting there worrying about what hubby thinks, what my parents think of me, and wondering if I am fit to mother these children.
poor me.
sucky mom.
why is it so easy to make it about "me" at times like this?
This morning he awoke his normal cheerful self, but while he was eating breakfast he started coughing and wheezing. So, once again, I am thinking "I suck, this is all my fault". I gave him a breathing treatment and the wheezing has subsided.
It frustates me that JR was tested for allergies and nothing showed up, but most apparantly he is allergic to dogs and peanuts, at least to what we know so far. It frustrates me that I fall into this "poor me" attitude when my babies need me the most. It frustrates me that I cannot be more like my MIL, who, like Mary Poppins, is "practically perfect in every way". She would have never forget to give her children medicine or breathing treatment. She always know the right thing to do. I wish I could be more like my good friend DT, who let's it all roll off her back and is always telling me to relax. I wish I felt more like an adult, a parent, instead of still a child in a big body.
When do you start to feel like an adult anyway??
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