Yikes! Everyone in this house is sick! Max had a fever yesterday and is throwing up today. Nicky is running a fever, coughing and just plain miserable unless you can somehow get Motrin into him without him spitting it right back at you. My husband has had a miserable cough for over a week now and sounds like a heavy smoker having a hack-attack. And now my healthy girl, Hannah, is upstairs coughing her head off and the Vicks rub is not doing its job!
Calgon, take me away!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Friday, November 23, 2007
Mine! Mine! Mine!
Ever have a fit of parking lot lunacy? Well I'm here to tell you that you just feel better standing up for yourself when something like this happens:
The kids are off school one day and we decide it would be fun to meet daddy for lunch at Souplantation. Apparently everybody thought Souplant was the best choice that day because there were simply no parking spots to be found. Usually we have a great amount of parking-karma and find a spot quickly no matter where we are. This day, however, I think our karma went the way of the bars on my cell phone... going, going, gone. We (me and the kids) literally drove through the stupid lot for over 10 MINUTES! My eyes were practically rolling into the back of my head at this point.
Ahhh! Finally, someones leaving and I'm the car in line to take it. Blinker on. Waiting. Cars passing me while I wait. Okay, car is backing out finally. Another car passes me... HEY! That a#%hole just pulled into my spot! Throw the econoliner into park, emergency brake on, "You kids keep your belts on!" I'm outta the car and banging on the a#%hole's window before he can even get his car turned off. He rolls down his window with a look of surprise on his fat little face and I lay into him, "I have been waiting patiently with my blinker ON for this spot and if you think you can just zip around me and take it you've got another thing coming buddy because I've got three hungry kids in my car and we've driving around this lot for ten minutes. You are rude and inconsiderate and you'd better move this car right now!" Man in car is catching flies in his mouth the whole time I'm in rambling-mode. So I finally shut up and he comes back with this ever-so-witty remark, "All you had to do was ask nicely." He's lucky I'd already started walking away because I would've gone into my "ask for what nicely?" rant at that point.
He moved his stupid little car and I got my spot. HA! Oh yeah, he didn't eat at Souplant that day.
The kids are off school one day and we decide it would be fun to meet daddy for lunch at Souplantation. Apparently everybody thought Souplant was the best choice that day because there were simply no parking spots to be found. Usually we have a great amount of parking-karma and find a spot quickly no matter where we are. This day, however, I think our karma went the way of the bars on my cell phone... going, going, gone. We (me and the kids) literally drove through the stupid lot for over 10 MINUTES! My eyes were practically rolling into the back of my head at this point.
Ahhh! Finally, someones leaving and I'm the car in line to take it. Blinker on. Waiting. Cars passing me while I wait. Okay, car is backing out finally. Another car passes me... HEY! That a#%hole just pulled into my spot! Throw the econoliner into park, emergency brake on, "You kids keep your belts on!" I'm outta the car and banging on the a#%hole's window before he can even get his car turned off. He rolls down his window with a look of surprise on his fat little face and I lay into him, "I have been waiting patiently with my blinker ON for this spot and if you think you can just zip around me and take it you've got another thing coming buddy because I've got three hungry kids in my car and we've driving around this lot for ten minutes. You are rude and inconsiderate and you'd better move this car right now!" Man in car is catching flies in his mouth the whole time I'm in rambling-mode. So I finally shut up and he comes back with this ever-so-witty remark, "All you had to do was ask nicely." He's lucky I'd already started walking away because I would've gone into my "ask for what nicely?" rant at that point.
He moved his stupid little car and I got my spot. HA! Oh yeah, he didn't eat at Souplant that day.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Why do things like this happen when only one parent is home?
Last night Andy had a dinner meeting with some guy (no offense!). While he's gone the proverbial shit hit the fan at home.
The kids are having a great evening. Dinner's done. All three of them are tearing around the house playing catch-me-if-you-can or some such nonsense. Time to give Max his supplements and night time meds. So I call him over to the table, we're chattin', putting all the syringes of meds into his mickey-button. We finish up and not 30 seconds later he gets a look on his face and says, "I'm gonna throw-up!" No throw-up bin within reach. Barf! All over the chair, down the leg and onto the rug! Touchdown! Yes, there is some on Max which is really grossing him out. Poor kid is hysterical. "Get me something to drink!"
About this time, Hannah & Nic come running into the kitchen - and right back out again. Hannah takes Nic upstairs for me. (Thank you, girl!) Max is calming down, we've got the paper towels out wiping him up, when I hear Hannah holler, "MOM! NICKY HAS DIARRHEA!" Oh, okay. Uh. My hands are full. "Hannah, read him a book, I'll be there as soon as I can," I call back. CRAP!
A few minutes later Max is feeling better, cleaned up, throw-up pants off (throw-up is still all over the chair and floor - I mean, I've got diarrhea to deal with!). We head upstairs and are welcomed by an incredible stench wafting through the hallway. Terror starts to strike me in the chest as I walk quickly toward Nicky's room. I can hear Hannah reading a book to him very calmly. I enter the room. I see Hannah in the rocker with a book and Nicky on his back on the changing table, frozen in terror himself, diaper opened up and poop exposed to the world - but still primarily in the diaper! Woo-hoo! (Funny how that could be a happy ending.)
Hannah was so please with her helpfulness, I couldn't help but smile at her. This, of course, is the first time she's ever touched one of his diapers - AND she had to take his jammie pants off, too.
Parenthood... good times.
The kids are having a great evening. Dinner's done. All three of them are tearing around the house playing catch-me-if-you-can or some such nonsense. Time to give Max his supplements and night time meds. So I call him over to the table, we're chattin', putting all the syringes of meds into his mickey-button. We finish up and not 30 seconds later he gets a look on his face and says, "I'm gonna throw-up!" No throw-up bin within reach. Barf! All over the chair, down the leg and onto the rug! Touchdown! Yes, there is some on Max which is really grossing him out. Poor kid is hysterical. "Get me something to drink!"
About this time, Hannah & Nic come running into the kitchen - and right back out again. Hannah takes Nic upstairs for me. (Thank you, girl!) Max is calming down, we've got the paper towels out wiping him up, when I hear Hannah holler, "MOM! NICKY HAS DIARRHEA!" Oh, okay. Uh. My hands are full. "Hannah, read him a book, I'll be there as soon as I can," I call back. CRAP!
A few minutes later Max is feeling better, cleaned up, throw-up pants off (throw-up is still all over the chair and floor - I mean, I've got diarrhea to deal with!). We head upstairs and are welcomed by an incredible stench wafting through the hallway. Terror starts to strike me in the chest as I walk quickly toward Nicky's room. I can hear Hannah reading a book to him very calmly. I enter the room. I see Hannah in the rocker with a book and Nicky on his back on the changing table, frozen in terror himself, diaper opened up and poop exposed to the world - but still primarily in the diaper! Woo-hoo! (Funny how that could be a happy ending.)
Hannah was so please with her helpfulness, I couldn't help but smile at her. This, of course, is the first time she's ever touched one of his diapers - AND she had to take his jammie pants off, too.
Parenthood... good times.
Friday, October 12, 2007
hrumph...
What is wrong with me? I've been in such a funk this month - possibly longer than that. I feel like I'm chasing a car that I just can't keep up with - it's just out of reach, but the faster I run the further ahead the car moves. And why is this happening? Max is getting better and he goes to clinic way less often. Shouldn't I be feeling great? Getting more done and having more time since we're not at the hospital all the time? Well, nothing's getting done. The piles just get bigger and bigger and more appear. The faster I move the faster they grow. The weight of it all is pushing down on my chest somedays and I just want to curl up in a ball in a corner and sleep for 12 hours. I'm forgetting things; forgetting to do things - that are actually written in my agenda! I'll look at that book several times everyday and still forget to do something. The kids are sleeping well at night, so I should be too. But I'm wondering if I am - I wake up every morning tired and I'm tired all day. I could sleep hours more - if I knew there wasn't a list of things to do that was growing by the minute waiting for me. Good thing I'm wating my precious time writing in my blog...
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Craptacular Morning
Andy's off in Vermont and NYC for a few days. Monday morning was complete mayhem here. I sent Andy an email detailing the happenings so he wouldn't feel so far from home. (I can read this now with a smile on my face.) Here's the email:
Oh my gosh... worst morning ever with Max taking his pills. We had a great talk last night (Hannah, Max & I) about cooperating and getting things done that have to get done before school, including taking Max's pills - which were an issue Sunday AM, too.
Everything's great this morning. Kids all slept in until 6:30. Got dressed, made their beds, brushed their teeth (without me asking, by the way). Hannah gets her own breakfast. They're all getting along! Wow! This is awesome.
Then I hand Max his pills (it's only 7:30) and he immediately starts up [tantrum]. We had the biggest power struggle... it was just ridiculous. He got so worked up that I put the other two in the car (8:10 now) to wait. Then I come back in the house to see that he is throwing up all over the carpet under the table and continues throwing up in his bin until I'm sure he tossed all the food from his AM feeding (so much for those 350 calories). S#%T!!!! I have never felt so frustrated in all my life. I just wanted to scream scream scream!! So I said a few profanities under my breath over by the sink while emptying his barf bin, took several deep breathes, got him straightened up and in the car (he's perfectly fine by this time) and drove the kids to school (8:25) where Max proceeded to
take all his pills outside his classroom door in less than a minute. What the hell?
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Cloud 9
I'm having a time of it right now. This past week or two has somehow been very trying for me. I'm tired. I'm inwardly stressed (out of my mind) wondering what's happening with Max's cancer. Is it shrinking? Is it stable? I know his markers (urine and blood) aren't showing any real changes for the worse, but will the fear - the wondering - ever go away?
I read Margo's post the other day (Sam Hutchison's Mom) about being on cloud 9 since his NED news. But then settling down on cloud 6, where the view is still fabulous, because she knows the truth of this cancer.
I'd love to be on cloud 6 with her. It's just so sad to think that even when your kid is NED (no evidence of disease) there is most likely an NB cell hiding out just waiting for a break.
Cloud 9 is therefore unattainable... until a true cure has been found.
I read Margo's post the other day (Sam Hutchison's Mom) about being on cloud 9 since his NED news. But then settling down on cloud 6, where the view is still fabulous, because she knows the truth of this cancer.
I'd love to be on cloud 6 with her. It's just so sad to think that even when your kid is NED (no evidence of disease) there is most likely an NB cell hiding out just waiting for a break.
Cloud 9 is therefore unattainable... until a true cure has been found.
Monday, August 20, 2007
High School Musical 2
I'll admit I haven't seen the movie and I don't think Hannah has yet either. I think the hype is fun and - believe me - the hype was on full throttle for the premier of HSM2 at Disneyland when we arrived Monday. The world premier was being held at our hotel! Yippee! There were special parades in DLand and more 'tweens than I've ever seen!
We moved into our peaceful, pool view room at the Grand Californian and settled down after a long, hot day at California Adventure Park. The kids were pooped and ready to sleep.
Uh, what's that noise? Peek out through the curtains... disco lights... loud speaker... oh, HSM2 Premier rehearsal at the pool. Are they kidding? Why am I paying a premium for this room if I can't even enjoy the balcony - no less my room!?!? Andy heads down stairs to find out what the hell is going on and how long we can expect this to go on... and on...
He calls me and says that we can expect tonight's rehearsal to last until 11:00pm. Tuesday, the entire pool area will be closed all day to host the Premier Party which will run to about midnight. Oh joy. Andy ends up downstairs working on getting us moved for about the next hour. And, of course, it's never as easy as that. They wanted us to check-out in the morning and re-check-in later in the afternoon. "Sorry, we're planning on entering Dland early with our hotel-guest-is-special-pass, so that is not going happen. Also, our little one naps in the early afternoon so it looks like we'll be ready to switch rooms in the afternoon. In addition to that we'd like an appropriate credit on our bill to reflect the inconveniences." In the long run they came through, but what a pain the butt.
Thanks High School Musical! You Rock!
We moved into our peaceful, pool view room at the Grand Californian and settled down after a long, hot day at California Adventure Park. The kids were pooped and ready to sleep.
Uh, what's that noise? Peek out through the curtains... disco lights... loud speaker... oh, HSM2 Premier rehearsal at the pool. Are they kidding? Why am I paying a premium for this room if I can't even enjoy the balcony - no less my room!?!? Andy heads down stairs to find out what the hell is going on and how long we can expect this to go on... and on...
He calls me and says that we can expect tonight's rehearsal to last until 11:00pm. Tuesday, the entire pool area will be closed all day to host the Premier Party which will run to about midnight. Oh joy. Andy ends up downstairs working on getting us moved for about the next hour. And, of course, it's never as easy as that. They wanted us to check-out in the morning and re-check-in later in the afternoon. "Sorry, we're planning on entering Dland early with our hotel-guest-is-special-pass, so that is not going happen. Also, our little one naps in the early afternoon so it looks like we'll be ready to switch rooms in the afternoon. In addition to that we'd like an appropriate credit on our bill to reflect the inconveniences." In the long run they came through, but what a pain the butt.
Thanks High School Musical! You Rock!
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