Thursday, February 26, 2009

We're home

Son is out and recovered- well, he's sleeping it off. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, though he is highly aggitated (from the anesthesia). I hope that these tubes do the trick, they stay in as long as they should, and that his speech and hearing come to the normal range. A mama can dream right? ;)
Thank you all for your well wishes!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Say a Prayer

Son has to be at the surgery center at 7:30 am, so please say a prayer or kind word for us that it will all go great, thanks!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Perk Up Buttercup

Hey guess what? I'm in a much better mood today ;) I have pondered several things today, the first being how I managed to birth two ice-eating children. I seriously hate when people chew ice, it makes my entire body convulse into chills. But yet, both of my children love to do it. (insert full body shuddering here)
I had the weirdest dream last night that I was pregnant and went into labor, and birthed the baby in whoevers house I was in. Husband kept calling and saying to wait, don't have the baby and I kept waiting. But in the end I had the baby before he got there. Then in no time I was out and back into "normal" life, and looking fabulous- much more than I do in reality,might I add. No, I'm not pregnant. It was a really weird dream though, that has haunted me all day for whatever reason.
Anyhow, moving along ;) Husband beyond pissed me off last night, and I HAD to get away today. So rather than just doing some grocery shopping, I took myself out for the day. I bought several new shirts, and even ordered a few online too. It's been WAY too long since I've been shopping and paid attention to myself. I desperately need to update my wardrobe. I'd like to think that I have a good sense of fashion, I love fashion. But I guess I'm stuck in fashion limbo. I don't want to dress like I'm 50, but I don't need to dress like I'm 20 either. The boobs are a major problem too, and boob reduction is way up there on my "things to do" list. I need some nice, simple, yet modern and sophisticated tops that will look great with jeans or black pants. I'm working on it ;) So what if I spent money that was intended for other things. Today I refuse to have buyers remorse. I'm tired or neglecting myself.
Ok enough of that ;)
We're having sleep issues with son. I must say that I am beyond blessed that both of my children slept through the night at such a young age- 8 weeks for daughter, 5 weeks for son. But lately he is refusing to go to bed at night, and I've tired everything. I know I can't cut out his one day time nap, he has to have it. I have to have it. LoL. It's funny how we're taking him to have tubes in his ears, which has affected his hearing. Yet sometimes, he has the hearing of a bionic woman (whatever that means). It seems like he can hear a pin drop.
Putting him to bed is similar to take off in an airplane, that's the only thing I can think to relate it to. We put him to bed, and then spend the next 20 minutes or so sitting there completely still, watching TV and making no sudden movements. Then when I don't hear him tossing around and talking or sometimes crying, we are finally free to roam about the cabin (house) again. Of course in real life when I fly, I believe that people have no business walking in an airplane, or talking or moving for that matter. But that's because I am a spaz about flying and I think that anything someone does will cause unfortunate events. I'm weird like that. But for normal people who fly, that is what I have come to compare putting son to bed to. Take off in an airplane ;)
Mother in law is coming tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day. She's so damn indecisive and it freaking drives me insane! But beyond that, I am lacking anything else important to talk about. ;)

Friday, February 20, 2009

I'm back

Whew. I'm here, alive and kicking- barely.
I haven't really had much excitement going on, we had a great visit with my mom and grandma, probably one of my most favorite visits since we have moved here. I don't ever do anything to seek approval, but my grandma was the one person left that is able to travel, that hadn't been here, so it was nice to get her here to see that we don't live in the woods amongst serial killers and rapists. Apparently she thinks the worst, always. I feel more at peace here now. Husband and I were able to have a date night while they were here, so we enjoyed some fabulous Melting Pot..Yummmmm. We also found out thanks to his federal ID, we got 50% off of our bill, a BIG score at that place since it can get really expensive! Wooha! I would have been happy with 10%!

They left on Friday and son had his re-check for his ears. Not only was he not better, he was actually worse. So we are slated for ear tubes and an adenoidectomy this coming Thursday. I'm not upset because I know it needs to be done. He has had fluid in his ears since birth almost, and he's already suffered some hearing loss. Since removing tonsils isn't as common as it used to be, I'm hoping that with having both of these done now ,we won't ever have to go back for any other surgery, ever. In an attempt to redeem herself, mother in law is coming down Wednesday- Sunday to help out. I told her we didn't need anyone here, but she insisted, so whatever. I am more nervous about the after care of the tubes and avoiding water, then the actual surgery. That is subject to change though, as I am sure that I will be a nervous wreck on Thursday.

Other than that, not too many exciting things have happened here lately. I'm in another one of my funks, I don't know what is wrong with me. I'm soooo tired, even getting 8 hours of sleep I wake up feeling like I have never went to sleep to begin with. My whole body is sore. Apparently I ran a marathon in my sleep all this week ;) So pardon my lack of excitement in my return, but I am BEAT. Hopefully I will get caught up on sleep this weekend, but somehow I doubt it :/

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Oh, the pink stuff...

I generally avoid the doctor if at all possible. After going through nursing school, germs pretty much occupy 80% of my thoughts. Ugh. The main one is MRSA. The truth is though, most of us already have it- if not through using too many antibiotics, then from that old man that sat way too close at the mall, and hacked it into your air space. Ugh...

Anyhow, we've all had this cold funk for going on about 2 weeks now. I've known for awhile that mine was a sinus infection, thanks to the techni-colored snot that I am making. Yes, I know you wanted to know that ;) Daughter still has a yucky cough but it's getting better. Son, however, was not. His fever kept coming and going, and he is soooo fussy and clingy, and he too makes techni-colored snot.

So I finally caved last night and took him to Minute Clinic. My mom and grandma will be here today and I wanted him to be up to playing with company. Minute Clinic wasn't fabulous, and not the greatest for babies because it was obvious that the FNP was not accustomed to seeing a lot of kids. It will be ok for me or husband if it's something that we need a prompt care type place for though. They're treating son for a sinus infection, which means to him (and any one of you that were sick as a child), "the pink stuff". Also known by medical people (and people over the age of 12 haha) as Amoxicillin. Can I just take this moment to say how much I LOVE the pink stuff? Like seriously, LOVE IT. It brings back memories of way too many cases of strep throat as a child, but damn did I love that medicine. The smell, the taste...very kid friendly. ;o)

Well you know what? Son HATES the pink stuff.

Is this even American?? Isn't it a requirement that as a citizen, you will promise to love the pink stuff? The child HATES it. Last night was difficult to get him to take it, but this morning when he saw it and remembered what it was, he went NUTS. All I can say is thank heavens that they gave me extra, because at least half of his morning dose today ended up in the kitchen floor, on his shirt, and on my pajamas. We are two doses into this, with 9 1/2 days to go and I have NO clue what I am going to do to get him to take it. My hopes of him quickly starting to feel better are dashed, and I am already dreading tonight when he has to take it again.

My son doesn't like the pink stuff. He must have been switched at birth.

Friday, February 6, 2009

A baker, I am not.

Ok. I have finally found my weakness. That which makes me sweat, that which makes me choke.

I cannot cook under pressure.
There. I said it.

I've put catheters in people I thought were impossible to cath. I've taken care of people who had more bedsores than skin. I scooped stool up in a plastic spoon to send off for samples, just because it was the *only* way to do it. I did all of this, and more, while pregnant, and never batted an eye or puked in a can.

Yet, it is nearly impossible for me to cook when necessary and have it come out good. What is the deal?

I volunteered to make a "100 day cake" for daughters class. Basically, it's their 100th day of school and they have fun with it, have a cake, etc. All it is, is regular cake mix (I used my favorite- Funfetti). You make 2, 8x8 rounds for the zeros, and then one 9x13 for the "1". I mixed up the cake mix and poured it into the pans. The minimum time was 32 min, so I set it for 28. I went down at 26 thank goodness, because it was getting ready to be burnt. I take out the cakes, and set them aside to cool.

Coming back later, the cakes are cooled enough. I flip both "0" 's out of the pan with no problems. I ice them, decorate them with skittles (per teachers instruction), then write little "100"'s all over them in glitter icing. Pretty nice.

Then I come to the 9x13 pan, and begin to cut out my "1". Common sense now tells me that I should have just bit the bullet and purchased a first birthday cake pan, to make this much more easy on myself. I start cutting the one, and it literally FALLS APART. I transfer the pieces to the cake pan, and have to use icing to hold the 1 together.

My 1, looks like crap.

I feel really bad because I think I cut it too skinny, and spent at least a good hour laying in bed thinking about how there can't be nearly enough cake for 41 kids, and how some will probably be upset that they didn't get any, or worse- the whole thing will turn into a pile of cake when they try to cut it. If I lived anywhere convenient to a place that didn't close at 10, I would have went and got another cake and started over. Ugh. I feel bad.

I emailed her teacher and gave her advance warning, and she said she was sure the cake would be fabulous, but all of this has led me to believe that I simply cannot cook under pressure. How ridiculous is that. I can walk into the kitchen and whip up a fantastic dinner and the family cleans their plates in 5 minutes flat. But I try to bake cookies (see my very first blog post), or a 100 day cake and BOOM, it all falls apart. Literally. ;)

Anyhow, nothing else new to report. The "dream house" that we wanted, well the offer fell through on it and so now we are persuing a different mortgage company and hoping for good results this time. We want that house. The lady at Bank of America has forever left a sour taste in my mouth, and I would love to just cancel our checking and savings through them because they suck, big time. Well, she sucked big time.

Ok that's all. I had plans of giving a few blog shout outs, and showing you what's in my purse since I've been tagged :), but I will have to save it for a later date.

Monday, February 2, 2009

The case of the arachnid and the ever-mutating Rhinovirus

Well , Super Bowl Sunday was fun. We had lots of food, all of which severely violated husbands diet wagon that he is back on..or is it off? I don't know. Either way, the pace that that boy can lose weight at disgusts me. It would take me years..that is, if I had the motivation to begin with. Tomorrow I'm starting back on the Wii Fit. Though I'm more interesting in that thing I saw on HSN that flexes your ab muscles for you. Now that, is gold. I could do that. Or, er, let that do it for me ;)

Now I'm way off track on what I wanted to talk about. So, Super Bowl was fun. Husbands friend, his wife and their daughter came over. We ate lots, laughed lots. Oh, how I love to see different faces sometimes :) Son was an absolute BULLY- pushing the little girl and not sharing his toys. What have I birthed?? It doesn't help that he is off the charts in height, the little girl was 6 months older than him, he was about 3-4 in taller than her. Ugh. My son. The baby bully.

Anyhow. Today I find myself disturbed, very bothered. For once, it isn't by the mound of laundry that I have been chipping away at for two weeks (I've set my goal- completion, one week from today. HA). It isn't from the left over Super Bowl mess, though I will say our company was fabulous in helping clean up! It is from something that husband's work friend told us last night.

He had a scorpion in his house.

OMG. This is literally too much for me to deal with. He says he went into the play room, and there sits his gorgeous little 2yr old girl playing, with this ugly-ass-pincher-toting-beast headed towards her. Ok, he wasn't that descriptive, that is just how it plays out in my mind.

What the HELL is this?! There are scorpions on Florida?? Why didn't anyone tell me this? And more so, why do so many people have stories that they have had them too, but no one felt the need to share this with me? I am beyond disturbed and literally crawling out of my skin 24/7 now. A minute ago, the salt in the bag of pretzels shifted and I nearly shart my pants. If I see one of those things, I honestly think I will have to move. I thought they only existed in the desert.

I had to do a little research and it turns out most in FL are 1"-4" long. 1", I can deal with. 4"- not so much. Anyone that lives in Fl and anywhere hot for that matter, knows that bugs are a problem. We have a guy come in every other month and spray, just so they aren't a problem. The worst we have encountered are fire ants (outside) and earwigs (inside when we first moved in) , which were the grossest (and biggest) thing with a pincher that I EVER wanted to see. And they were pretty small. Scorpions. My feet will be propped up at all times now. Ugh. Ugh!!!!!!

Ok, that's my update for the day. I am back to staring at the floor for movement of anything that should not be moving, and waiting on my dear, sick son, to wake up. The poor thing now has caught on to daughter's well traveled funk. It appears to just be a cold for me, but cough for her, and something involving a fever with him. Daughter and I skipped out on going to the doctor in hopes that we can fight it with our own immunities. Son is roasting though, and I am feeling as though neither of my thermometers are right (I think I mentioned my deal with non-working thermometers in a previous post), as they aren't even registering 98.6- more like 97.3, and I know that we are all at least normal- he, is much warmer than that. Well there you have it. Some type of fabulous cold is mutating in my very own home, right before my eyes. Not cool! So, son may be the first that I actually take to the doctor. The poor little guy wouldn't even sleep in his bed last night, he booted daddy out of the bed, and me and my little man snuggled in the king sized bed all night. I don't think husband was too happy to have to sleep in the guest bedroom, but it sure beats the couch, and I will take snuggle time with son any chance I get. ;)

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Productiveness, scrubbed

I've taken an alternative approach to cleaning the house for company. While in the process, I did think of a couple more interesting things to add about myself on here. Maybe I can just come on here daily and talk only about myself, because I know you're all just itching to know all about me ;) HA.

* I HATE making plans. I think this comes from the fact that my husband is an extreme over-planner, and I can't stand to go somewhere and feel as though I am running on an hourly schedule. My parents call down here and plan to visit months in advance, and want to know our plans. Ugh. Anyone with kids knows that is impossible to plan that far in advance. I've found a happy medium since having kids and I do realize that planning is necessary to a certain extent, but I still hate it. I am very go-with-the-flow, low stress, and all that fun stuff. It doesn't always play out like that,though.

*I also hate feet, other than baby feet. Hate them!!!!!!! When we drive down the road and pass cars where someone is riding with their feet out the window, I want to vomit. I don't know why.

*I love to shop for groceries, but hate to put them up. I love to wash laundry but hate to put it up. What is that? Commitment issues? Problems following through? Dunno. Maybe I'm just weird like that. My single worst and most despised task is the dishwasher. I don't know why, but I just hate it.

Anyhow. Back to the task at hand. Company will be here in 3 hours, and I haven't ran the vacuum cleaner, or cleaned up the kitchen. Rather than put up the laundry I think I am just going to either find a very large hiding spot, or keep the bedroom door closed ;) All of the dirty laundry is hiding in the laundry room- also behind a closed door ;) Cut me some slack. Daughter gave me whatever funky nose running deal that she had, and I am in no mood to clean anything. I am never sick, but apparently I am a lot these days. I hate that too. Ha :)

Hope everyone has a great Super Bowl night. I'm rooting for the Cardinals by default, I really can't stand the Steelers ;)