Family is for sharing right?


Many of you already know that I am out and about visiting family this week.  My “poor” hubby is home all alone  *insert sarcastic awwww* while I hang out near the East Coast visiting my aunt, my mom and all the family that comes with that.
I rarely get to visit my Aunt alone.  In fact, most family comes out to my moms house to see me when I’m there.  Driving the extra hour from Suffolk into the Beach area is a lot after I’ve already driven almost four hours.  This weekend was going to be a treat!
I was going to Aunt S’s house to have a two night slumber party with her and my 8 year old cousin K! My uncle was out of town for work, so with the exception of my Peanut it was a total girl party.
But… the two year old threw up chocolate milk as we entered the tunnel.  The LONG tunnel on 64 that takes you from Hampton to Chesapeake.
Then the nine year old heaves out the back widow, down the door of my car, like some college freshman at their first frat party AS I am trying to make a u-turn through town to get back on the bypass the correct direction.
For the next 12 hours there was a lot of heaving and very little sleeping.  Then it just seemed to disappear.  Must have just been car sick right?
So before I left to drive out to moms house I picked up some Dramamine.  Dosed them right up.  Made it to moms without incident. Score one for mom.
Two hours later, everything I had eaten returned on me.  For the next 12 hours my 6 year old and I took turns in the bathroom.  More heaving, no sleeping.
I called my aunt yesterday to let her know that it had NOT been motion sickness. She said she knew it already.  She had been in bed all day – trying not to heave.
I was just sharing. That’s a good trait right?
Now I’m praying that I did NOT share with mom, or my step dad, or my brother, or his girlfriend.

Inside my head, April 13th, Part three… the end.

1:00 pm – so I’m feeling pretty disappointed in myself for once again calling it a ‘no school sick day’.  Seems almost every Monday is a ‘slow school day while we recover from the weekend’ day, and Fridays are ‘getting ready for company or for visiting slow school day’ and geesh…  I feel like we don’t actually DO school.  We do, I know we do, I just feel like I’m always finding a reason to slack off or take the easy road.  So I did a little math to make myself feel better.
*we need to cover 180 days of school a year
*taking a 5 day week that’s 36 weeks
*that leaves 16 weeks off a year
*that’s about 1.3 weeks off each month (if we school year round)
*remembering that I’m not counting weekends, just a 5 day week, I think that gives me roughly 6 days a month that I can let go of.
So, in the end, a four day school week, year round would still be enough, with two days to spare each month. Or I could even do three weeks on and one week off.
Ok, my math isn’t perfect. When I worked backwards and added up my days I was missing 9 days in my year (9 days of NO school though!). It was, however, enough to help me not feel quite so bad about skipping school today for illnesses.  I’m also trying to rememeber that as they get older and more independent “sick days” due to moms illness won’t happen as often.  They will be able to go on without me.
1:14 pm – Bubbagirl just came downstairs…  wearing a smile AND her diaper!  Whoo hoo!
2:36 pm – Was forced to watch Barney.  Taderbug is STILL asleep… my poor baby.  Doodlebug has only come inside once… ONCE!  Normally, she and her sister would have come in and out of that door 100 times!  Lip gloss, bathroom, drink, hungry, gum, toy, anything!  Today she stays outside!  I’m not going to ask WHY she picked today of all days to do as she was told, I was taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth.  I’ll just say a prayer of thanks to God for making it happen.
If you missed it last night, I tweeted that hubby made me a bubble bath. It was a trade off. Bubbagirl had a stinky diaper and he was really hoping I’d rescue him and clean it for him (I was laying down at the time).  I agreed to change it if he ran me a bath.  It was so sweet, bubbles and epsom salt, scalding hot (cuz I like it that way).  He got the last laugh though.  I thought he had made the bubbles with my new Mary Kay Petals Bath Gel.  You know, so I’d smell all flowery and purty when I got out.  Oh noooo,  he used HIS Mary Kay Domain Shower Gel… ya know… the BOY stuff.  The stuff that smells so yummy I just want to curl up next to him and sniff him all day.  Yea, he essentially washed me in that and then snickered that my nose was so stopped up I couldn’t smell the difference.  (Dude… if you want ME to want YOU the YOU have to wear it… putting it on ME takes YOU out of the equation… I can just sit on the couch and sniff myself… well, if I could smell anything that is).
2:45 pm – Taderbug lives…
4:11 pm – Doodlebug returns, much to Tader’s delight as she realized about an hour ago that Doodle’s was outside without her.  I let Tader and Bubbagirl take a bath together, which appeased her for a little while.  My mom called to check on us and now we’re all hanging out in the craft room.  My mom had picked up some little wooden doodads from Michael’s clearance racks (like a whole grocery bag full) and they are sitting on the floor with their plastic placemats and markers coloring them up.  I managed to get a pair of easy fit pants cut out, along with a pullover pinafore.  Hopefully they can get stitched together soon.  I’m being asked for food; which reminds me that I don’t think we ate any lunch… or THEY didn’t eat any lunch.  So, I guess I’ll call it day for now and head downstairs to work up some chicken nuggets and tatertots (requested).  Maybe I can convince them to watch movies in their room tonight so I can cut out some more fabric, for when I finally feel better.  (I will feel better one day right?)

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Inside my head, April 13th, Part Two…

7:25 am – False alarm on the Bubbagirl…  guess I’ll go empty the dishwasher, that should be easy enough.
7:44 am – Can someone explain how I just cleaned the kitchen, emptied the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher and RAN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL without waking anyone yet my husband woke us up this morning by making a bowl of cereal?  Are they incapable of tiptoeing, whispering, or being gentle?  I can remember when I used to have a long commute. I was up at 3 and out the door by 5 am.  I put my shoes on at the front door on my way out.  When he had that long commute, he put his big ole work boots on as he got out of the shower and stomped around in them for an hour.  Oh well, guess I’ll start a load of laundry after all.  And then grab my bible. I’m a day behind on my 90 days.
8:10 am – no laundry, got busy tweeting and finding crafts online with my girl @froggygirletsy, cuz she’s cool like that.  Now I have two little people awake.  Good thing I didn’t start the laundry though, because as I mentioned in the previous post I had a feeling I was going to be washing sheets.  A leaky diaper has done me in again.
9:26 am – I am starving, kids don’t want to eat (at least not the two that are awake) so I’m eating alone. A bologna sandwich with chips.  Milk will make me feel bad and I’m out of grits. Cooking is NOT an option this morning, so I’m skipping right past breakfast foods into lunch.  @jessstrack just reminded me that I needed to get dressed before the Schwan’s man arrives.  I’m wondering if I could just tape the check to the door with a note for him to leave my bagel dogs on the porch.
10:30 am – Everyone except Doodlebug has eaten breakfast. (pause, while I run upstairs to find clothes because despite numerous warnings from my friends to get dressed I totally ignored them and the Schwan’s guy shows up while I still have my jammies on… UGH)
Sheets are in the dryer.  Dishwasher is done. There are so many little things I could do.  Cut out patterns, cut coupons, read, blog, etc.  So why aren’t I? Well, because I’m a little short on tolerating interruptions lately.  Probably because it takes so much energy for me to get started that having someone or something interrupt me (causing me to have to start again) is beyond frustrating.  Especially when the interruptions are needless, or when it’s because one of my kids wants to be a meanie pants to the other one.  Doodlebug has interrupted me four times in this SINGLE PARAGRAPH just to ask me what she should put on her MySims character or to whine because the people on MySims don’t come visit her.  Like.I.Care.
I’m thinking that if I just wait it out until Bubbagirl takes a nap then at least that would be one less possible interruption. Until they wake her up of course.
12:51 pm – lunchtime update before I post part two.  Bubbagirl and Taderbug have been napping for almost two hours.  I napped for the first 30 minutes before Doodlebug came to ask me if she could go outside and play with a neighbor.  Apparently it’s parent/teacher day at her private school.  Since Doodlebug actually slept through the night and took her meds this morning without fuss I said adios and kicked her out the door.  I’m pretty sure I didn’t even wait for her to brush her hair.  I spent at least 45 minutes chatting it up with my Nana on the phone and am now about to eat some leftovers for lunch.  Ahhh, all is quiet for now.  I miss my hubby already.  Not that he would normally be home right now. I just know that he won’t be home tonight.  I’m already missing him.
In my next update I’ll share with you my new thoughts on year round homeschooling…. once I grab some paper so I can do the math without messing it up!

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Inside my head, April 13th, Part One

(semi stream of consciousness, mostly all the stuff I can’t tweet about because it’s too long… welcome to my day)
5:50 am – I heard hubby having breakfast downstairs.  He must have known I was up all night with the girls because he said he’d only wake me to have coffee with him before he left if he thought I had been able to sleep the night before.  Taderbug came in and curled up on his empty pillow.  I told her to stay on his side so she didn’t wake Bubbagirl and I headed downstairs.  My head is pounding.  I have been praying since I went to bed (and every hour that I was woken up) that God would give us some reprieve from whatever it is that has attacked our house: cold or allergies, it needed to go.  It does seem that Doodlebug had an easier night with it and Hubby seems to be fine as well.
6:10 am – Kissed hubby goodbye till tomorrow night.  Be safe baby. As he was walking out the door he told me to take them all to the doctor if I felt there was something really wrong. Hmmm, let’s see.  I don’t have a doctor, and unlike before when we had a family practitioner who would pile us in one room on one appointment and sort of treat us as one, THIS is a pediatrician who is going to see each child separately (to the lovely tune of a $25 copay per kid) and ignore that I have the same thing – whatever it is.  I’ll pass on spending $75 to be told it’s a cold, a ‘bug’, or allergies and to go home and wait it out.  I’m a big momma…. I’m watching for fevers…. I’m watching for flaring nostrils….and I know what strep throat looks like.  Strep does NOT go away at 2 pm when the sun starts shining.  This seemed to be all fine and dandy with them shortly after lunch yesterday.  I’m going to have to be REALLY worried before I drag three sick kids and a sick pregnant mommy into the doctors office.
7:04 am – I caved. I took some sudafed. Don’t tell my midwife. I’m all for going the natural route, until I turn into a raving monster who wants to eat anyone in my path and then it’s really best to just let me have some medicine and take a nap.  I gave the tea a try.  Maybe it didn’t work as miraculously as she said because it was a tea and not me chewing directly on the dried leaves (like she originally wanted).  Maybe it’s because this is a cold and not allergies. I don’t know. Honestly, don’t care right now. The sudafed is helping.  You know, it just seems wrong for me to get on an all natural high horse over medical care when I just put my favorite Mary Kay lotion on my exceptionally raw nose. (I like MK products, heck I sell them, but they ain’t exactly all natural KWIM?)  I considered turning on the news, then decided I could see blown up people, stupid people, beat up people and half naked people any ole time…. right now it’s quiet, so I’m going to enjoy it.
Today’s To Do List:
Pray
Have Coffee
Pray, distribute tissues and medicine
Don’t hurt anyone while trying to feed them breakfast
Pray
Make up something “school like” so Doodlebug doesn’t think she’s getting another sick day.
Pray
Hold off on washing laundry, something tells me I’m going to be washing sheets today, or maybe towels… coughing until little ones gag is never fun.
Eat Breakfast while fixing their lunch
Decide the way to keep the living room clean is to take out the sofa bed (takes up the WHOLE ROOM). They can lay around and watch movies all day instead.
Pray, and distribute tissues and medicine
Work on tomorrows lessons (because we’re magically gonna be better right?)
Bribe everyone to lay in my bed and watch a movie on Daddy’s laptop so Momma can take a nap
Fix Ramen noodles…  cuz they feel good on a sore throat.
(is it possible to keep them in a hot bath until bed time?) guess not…
7:18 am – I hear Bubbagirl stirring upstairs.  I better get her before she wakes up the coughing queen.  (to be con’t…)