It's been another hectic week here. Goober started throwing up on Monday and he's been sick all week. I don't understand how he gets sick so much more often than the other kids. Even as babies and toddlers, T and Princess were rarely sick. It seems like Goober gets sick at least once a month. I feel so bad for him.
He finally seems to be on the upswing, though. He managed to eat crackers and some chicken nuggets today, and now he's asleep. I hope he doesn't wake up crying every hour or so tonight like he has been. I'm barely functioning with my sleep so interrupted, and it doesn't help that I have awful insomnia and I'm lucky to get 4 hours of sleep a day.
My cat Little Fart had an accident this week. The boyfriend told me that he saw him outside and he'd been in a fight but wouldn't let him near him. When I went to get him, he looked gnarly. His nose was bloody and torn up, he had bite marks on his face and near his ear, and he was a mess.
I took him to the vet and found out things were worse than I imagined. They took him to the back to clean him off and examine him because he had an accident and peed all over himself in the carrier. The vet came in and asked me if I lived in a high rise building. I was confused, since I live in a 3 story cape cod, and the cat was definitely outside when he got hurt.
It turns out that not only did he get attacked by an animal, but it appeared that he fell out of a tree or off something else high up. His nose was bleeding because he split his palate and broke some bones in his face. He also had brain swelling and damage from the fall. I had to leave him there to get steroids and pain medicine.
The good news is that his x-rays showed all his internal organs are intact. I got to bring him home with antibiotics and pain meds. They can't do anything about the palate or the broken bones in his face-they should eventually heal on their own. He got some stitches in his lip, and I probably have to take him to get a fractured tooth pulled at some point.
I'm just happy to have him home and doing alright. I was so scared when I found out he fell so hard. I never realized he would try and climb a tree to escape from an attacking animal. It kills me that I will never know what the heck happened. The vet also told me his back claws were shredded from trying to escape. He's happy to be home, laying on the couch, and attempting to eat with his cone collar on (so he doesn't pull out his stitches).
Yeah, it was a crazy week. I made corned beef hash with poached eggs and brownies with irish cream swirls for St. Paddy's day today. The kids loved helping me make the brownies. The best part is that they turned out gooey and under baked-I love half raw brownies, but I'll give the kids the more cooked edges.
In the morning we're going up to the house in the Catskills for the first time this season. I'm excited because I love it up there. It is my favorite place to be. There's a huge parade in my town tomorrow and I can't be far enough away from it.
I always hated the parade growing up because my town is mainly Irish Catholics who get crazy drunk all day. My parent's house was one block away from the parade route, and I hated that no matter what I did, I couldn't escape it. It was a little better as I got older, and I even went and watched it from my old job (across the street from my parent's house) a few times.
Then I moved. My landlord and his son throw a party every year on the parade day. This wouldn't bother me so much if the parents who were there gave a crap about what their kids were doing. Last year was a disaster. Kids were opening the gates to my backyard and running around all over it. I asked them nicely to leave, since my daughter was getting upset with strangers on her turf. A couple minutes later, they would be back in my yard.
The kids weren't too young to know better either. They were 8-14 years old. Their parents were too busy getting drunk to do anything. It got even worse when the kids started terrorizing my outdoor cats and attempting to come in my house. I stood in my backyard for the entire afternoon, chasing kids away and getting frustrated. I don't know what the kids or the parents were thinking. I would never let my kids run wild and aggravate people like that.
So this year, T, Princess, and I will be gone and I won't have to deal with the urge to smack someone's poorly behaved child (or a poorly behaved drunk adult). The boyfriend is staying home with Goober (I don't want him to throw up in the car-it's a 2 1/2 hour drive each way), and hopefully, he'll scare the kids from the yard. I'm sure his BB rifle can help with that.
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Winter Vacation, Days 2-5
Sorry I'm so late in posting this. My migraines have come back with a vengeance and I haven't been able to be on the computer too much because the light from the screen hurts my head.
Anyway, onto Day 2 of vacation. We all woke up late, so we couldn't go to the zoo. Instead, I took T and Princess to go see Journey 2: The Mysterious Island. It was the first time either of them have gone to the movies. We got there early, got popcorn, and sat down. Before the movie started, T wanted to leave. He threw a little bit of a tantrum, but managed to do it quietly and we got to stay and see the movie. I got some nasty scratches from him that are currently infected, but it could have been worse.
They both thought the movie was so cool. I really liked it too-mostly because The Rock was in it and he's awesome. The special effects were pretty great too. T has been begging me since then to go see the Lorax, so I'm going to take him this weekend.
After the movie, I took them to Johnny Rockets, since I haven't had their chili cheese fries since I was in college. T got really antsy, insisted on sitting under the table on the floor, and decided it was his job to help the waitress by giving everyone ketchup. Princess burnt her mouth on her first bite of french fry and refused to eat anymore. We ended wboxing up the food and leaving.
Day 3 of vacation took us to the Museum of Natural History to see the dinosaurs. Unfortunately, the parking garage was full at the museum, so we had to park 6 blocks away. It was a little nerve wracking for me to have my preschoolers walking that far in the city. They've never been in the city before, and there's all the traffic, and they're not used to it. But it was fine and it turned out just to be mommy worry.
It was beautiful outside, and crazy hot in the museum. The heat was blasting and I was dying after 5 minutes. We ended up checking our coats, and T was afraid they were taking his jacket forever. He had a little meltdown, but the coat check woman finally managed to assure him he would get it back later. The kids wanted to take the elevator, even though we didn't have Goober or a stroller with us. There was a line, but finally we got on it. There were 3 nannies with their charges, and a woman from Florida with her kids. The elevator guy thought I was a nanny too. I took it as a compliment that I look young and not nearly as washed out as I feel.
We were only in the dinosaur wing for 10 or 15 minutes before the kids decided they were starving and had to eat immediately. Back down we went, to the food court. After we ate, we went to the gift shop. T picked out a set of space shuttles, and Princess got a pink dolphin stuffed animal.
They weren't too keen on a lot of the museum. They weren't interested in the hall with the giant whale, or the Asian wing. I finally got them to go look at the African animal dioramas, which they did like. T threw a few fits, but it was mostly okay. The heat got to me, though. I had to sit down every time we went up or down a flight of stairs because I would start sweating and getting dizzy. We went back to look at the dinosaurs again, and after they saw the T-Rex, they were ready to go home.
I promised them that if they behaved on the way back to the car, we would get cupcakes (there was a Crumbs half a block from where we parked). It was a slow walk back. They were so tired. The cupcakes were amazing, though.
Then I got lost in New Jersey. I had to take the lower level of the bridge and I always take the upper level. I ended up having to go on the Turnpike South, which I am not familiar with. I got off at the Meadowlands to turn around, and followed the signs for the Garden State Parkway, which I know like the back of my hand. Then the signs for it stopped. I had to choose highways and had no idea if I was going in the right direction, because I didn't recognize any of the town names. I called my parents, who were golfing in Myrtle Beach, and my dad somehow figured out where I was, so I got back on track. My trip home, which should have taken 30-45 minutes took close to 2 hours.
That's when the migraine started. I've had migraines for years, but they've cooled off since Goober was born. I'm allergic to Imitrex and the other migraine medications, and I've tried a bunch of preventatives that didn't work either. So I'm basically SOL unless a doctor gives me narcotic pain relievers. I was up all night, miserable. I almost went to the ER a few times, but I really didn't have anyone to take care of all the kids if I went. So I stayed in bed, pillow on my head, and tried to keep my kids quiet. Yes, it involved lots of junk food, but the tradeoff was necessary.
On day 5 of vacation, I didn't feel great, but I promised the kids we would go to the zoo. Except there was snow on the ground and it was raining when we woke up. So went went to the aquarium on Coney Island. I was under the assumption it was indoors, but I was wrong. It was mostly outdoor. And it wasn't as cool as I thought it would be. T and Princess had fun. Goober didn't really like it. We saw the entire thing in an hour and a half. I felt a little gypped, since it took about that long to get there, and I assumed it would be an all day thing. The kids were happy once they got toys, though. Princess got another pink dolphin stuffed animal, although this one came in a purse. T got a 3D dolphin puzzle and sticky frogs. Goober got a tiny little shark stuffed animal.
Instead of going home, since the boyfriend wasn't feeling well, we went back to my parents. They were on their way home from Myrtle Beach, but we left before they got there. The kids love being there to play. It's roomier than our house, so they have more room to play. We stayed there until dinner time, when T got really cranky and wanted to leave.
On Saturday (Day 6 of vacation), I took T and Goober over to my parent's house, and stayed there most of the day. The boyfriend was still under the weather, and Princess slept all day. Sunday we stayed in.
T was so happy to go back to school on Monday. He really loves his teacher and his class. I got a letter that his meeting to get re-evaluated will be on April 20. I hope they'll let him stay in the school next year. He's doing really well there, and I can't afford for him to go to preschool at all if the district won't pay for it. We're also going to get Princess evaluated and try to get her into the school because she's been copying his speech and now she doesn't pronounce a lot of words right.
All in all, vacation was good. Now T wants to go to Disney World, or as he calls it, Mickey Land. He'll have to wait for his grandparents to do that one, but I hope we do get to go one day.
Anyway, onto Day 2 of vacation. We all woke up late, so we couldn't go to the zoo. Instead, I took T and Princess to go see Journey 2: The Mysterious Island. It was the first time either of them have gone to the movies. We got there early, got popcorn, and sat down. Before the movie started, T wanted to leave. He threw a little bit of a tantrum, but managed to do it quietly and we got to stay and see the movie. I got some nasty scratches from him that are currently infected, but it could have been worse.
They both thought the movie was so cool. I really liked it too-mostly because The Rock was in it and he's awesome. The special effects were pretty great too. T has been begging me since then to go see the Lorax, so I'm going to take him this weekend.
After the movie, I took them to Johnny Rockets, since I haven't had their chili cheese fries since I was in college. T got really antsy, insisted on sitting under the table on the floor, and decided it was his job to help the waitress by giving everyone ketchup. Princess burnt her mouth on her first bite of french fry and refused to eat anymore. We ended wboxing up the food and leaving.
Day 3 of vacation took us to the Museum of Natural History to see the dinosaurs. Unfortunately, the parking garage was full at the museum, so we had to park 6 blocks away. It was a little nerve wracking for me to have my preschoolers walking that far in the city. They've never been in the city before, and there's all the traffic, and they're not used to it. But it was fine and it turned out just to be mommy worry.
It was beautiful outside, and crazy hot in the museum. The heat was blasting and I was dying after 5 minutes. We ended up checking our coats, and T was afraid they were taking his jacket forever. He had a little meltdown, but the coat check woman finally managed to assure him he would get it back later. The kids wanted to take the elevator, even though we didn't have Goober or a stroller with us. There was a line, but finally we got on it. There were 3 nannies with their charges, and a woman from Florida with her kids. The elevator guy thought I was a nanny too. I took it as a compliment that I look young and not nearly as washed out as I feel.
We were only in the dinosaur wing for 10 or 15 minutes before the kids decided they were starving and had to eat immediately. Back down we went, to the food court. After we ate, we went to the gift shop. T picked out a set of space shuttles, and Princess got a pink dolphin stuffed animal.
They weren't too keen on a lot of the museum. They weren't interested in the hall with the giant whale, or the Asian wing. I finally got them to go look at the African animal dioramas, which they did like. T threw a few fits, but it was mostly okay. The heat got to me, though. I had to sit down every time we went up or down a flight of stairs because I would start sweating and getting dizzy. We went back to look at the dinosaurs again, and after they saw the T-Rex, they were ready to go home.
I promised them that if they behaved on the way back to the car, we would get cupcakes (there was a Crumbs half a block from where we parked). It was a slow walk back. They were so tired. The cupcakes were amazing, though.
Then I got lost in New Jersey. I had to take the lower level of the bridge and I always take the upper level. I ended up having to go on the Turnpike South, which I am not familiar with. I got off at the Meadowlands to turn around, and followed the signs for the Garden State Parkway, which I know like the back of my hand. Then the signs for it stopped. I had to choose highways and had no idea if I was going in the right direction, because I didn't recognize any of the town names. I called my parents, who were golfing in Myrtle Beach, and my dad somehow figured out where I was, so I got back on track. My trip home, which should have taken 30-45 minutes took close to 2 hours.
That's when the migraine started. I've had migraines for years, but they've cooled off since Goober was born. I'm allergic to Imitrex and the other migraine medications, and I've tried a bunch of preventatives that didn't work either. So I'm basically SOL unless a doctor gives me narcotic pain relievers. I was up all night, miserable. I almost went to the ER a few times, but I really didn't have anyone to take care of all the kids if I went. So I stayed in bed, pillow on my head, and tried to keep my kids quiet. Yes, it involved lots of junk food, but the tradeoff was necessary.
On day 5 of vacation, I didn't feel great, but I promised the kids we would go to the zoo. Except there was snow on the ground and it was raining when we woke up. So went went to the aquarium on Coney Island. I was under the assumption it was indoors, but I was wrong. It was mostly outdoor. And it wasn't as cool as I thought it would be. T and Princess had fun. Goober didn't really like it. We saw the entire thing in an hour and a half. I felt a little gypped, since it took about that long to get there, and I assumed it would be an all day thing. The kids were happy once they got toys, though. Princess got another pink dolphin stuffed animal, although this one came in a purse. T got a 3D dolphin puzzle and sticky frogs. Goober got a tiny little shark stuffed animal.
Instead of going home, since the boyfriend wasn't feeling well, we went back to my parents. They were on their way home from Myrtle Beach, but we left before they got there. The kids love being there to play. It's roomier than our house, so they have more room to play. We stayed there until dinner time, when T got really cranky and wanted to leave.
On Saturday (Day 6 of vacation), I took T and Goober over to my parent's house, and stayed there most of the day. The boyfriend was still under the weather, and Princess slept all day. Sunday we stayed in.
T was so happy to go back to school on Monday. He really loves his teacher and his class. I got a letter that his meeting to get re-evaluated will be on April 20. I hope they'll let him stay in the school next year. He's doing really well there, and I can't afford for him to go to preschool at all if the district won't pay for it. We're also going to get Princess evaluated and try to get her into the school because she's been copying his speech and now she doesn't pronounce a lot of words right.
All in all, vacation was good. Now T wants to go to Disney World, or as he calls it, Mickey Land. He'll have to wait for his grandparents to do that one, but I hope we do get to go one day.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Winter Vacation, Day 1- The Aquarium Debacle
T has off from school this week for winter vacation. My parents decided to go to Myrtle Beach on a golf trip all this week, and my sister is panhandling her way from NY to Wyoming to go to a wedding. I am here with all 3 kids, all week long, with basically no help. T is not happy there's no school-he cried all weekend that he didn't want to have vacation because he loves school. So I promised him we would have a great time and I would take him to a bunch of places.
He wanted to go the aquarium, the zoo, and to see the dinosaur bones at the Museum of Natural History. Since the weather is super nice for February, I thought none of this would be a problem. I didn't realize how hard it is to try to take 3 small children somewhere by myself. In the past, someone has always insisted on coming with me, or taking one of the kids so I only have 2 with me.
Not today. We had a little bit of a late start, so I decided to take them to the Maritime Aquarium in Norwalk, CT. It's about an hour drive. The trip started okay, until T wouldn't leave the touch tank. Princess was terrified of the crabs and other creatures, so I kept an eye on her while she ran around to the nearby tanks. Goober kept crying, so I finally got T to keep walking.
Then Goober threw up all over himself and my brand new Sit and Stand Stroller. And I didn't pack extra clothes in the diaper bag because I have never once needed them on a day trip in the 4 years I've had children. And I did the one time they weren't there. We were right next to the children's play area when this happened, so while I attempted to clean as much as I could with the wiped I'd packed, there were 3 or 4 small children that weren't mine watching me, pointing out that there was a big pile of vomit all over.
Once my wipes were done, the mess wasn't that much better. We had to head down in the elevator to get to the bathroom, where another child complained that my baby smelled. No shit, kid. I had to sit poor Goob in the sink to get him clean, and there was only cold water. He was not happy. I spent a good 45 minutes getting barf off everything. But his shirt and jacket were soaked.
We had to go to the gift shop to buy him a shirt. We proceeded to walk down a long hallway, where I received a bunch of nasty stares and comments about my shirtless baby in the middle of February. Did these people somehow think I brought him to the aquarium without a shirt? Seriously. Of course I had to buy 3 shirts, since it wasn't fair if only the baby got one. $37 later, T decided he needed to eat.
Not the snacks I brought, but cafe food. We took the elevator upstairs (and I learned the baby is terrified of elevators), and the kids decided they wanted french fries and onion rings. I also got a grilled cheese sandwich since the baby wanted to eat and I felt bad. I figured it was less greasy than anything else there, and it was bland too.
After lunch, we went back to see more stuff. Princess wanted to see the sharks, and T wanted to go back to the touch tank. They were fighting about it, so I took them somewhere else entirely. They had a boating exhibit where the kids could play on a fishing boat and pretend to fish and put on life jackets. T had a bunch of fun. Princess sat on the edge of the boat, glaring and yelling at kids who ran into her or were too loud. I let the baby run around for a little, but his shoes kept slipping on the concrete and he wasn't too happy after he fell on his face a few times.
T didn't want to leave, and threw himself on the middle of the floor, so no one could get around him. I told him we were going home since he wasn't behaving, and had to carry him out of the exhibit. He screamed all the way outside. Those looks and comments I got from old ladies were fun. I have a tip for them: if you don't want to deal with noisy children but want to go to the aquarium, don't go on President's Day when all the kids are out of school!
He finally told me he would behave, but we were already outside and at the parking garage. So I promised him that if he was good all the way home, we could stop at Toys R Us. Yeah, I bribe my kids and they're spoiled as hell.
I couldn't find the highway entrance on the way home, got stuck in crazy traffic, and spent another $30 on a Power Ranger and Littlest Pet Shop toy. Of course, when I got home, the boyfriend hadn't cleaned anything or taken out any trash. I was exhausted, and he told me he would watch the kids for a couple hours so I could rest. Instead, he went back to sleep after sleeping all day. And Goob threw up all over my bed.
Well, it was an eventful day. Tomorrow, I think we're going to go to the museum. That is, if the boyfriend comes and the baby's okay. Otherwise, I'll leave Goober with him (or take him if he's feeling better), and go to the Bronx Zoo. The kids love it, and we have a membership, so it's totally free, except for food and the gift shop.
He wanted to go the aquarium, the zoo, and to see the dinosaur bones at the Museum of Natural History. Since the weather is super nice for February, I thought none of this would be a problem. I didn't realize how hard it is to try to take 3 small children somewhere by myself. In the past, someone has always insisted on coming with me, or taking one of the kids so I only have 2 with me.
Not today. We had a little bit of a late start, so I decided to take them to the Maritime Aquarium in Norwalk, CT. It's about an hour drive. The trip started okay, until T wouldn't leave the touch tank. Princess was terrified of the crabs and other creatures, so I kept an eye on her while she ran around to the nearby tanks. Goober kept crying, so I finally got T to keep walking.
Then Goober threw up all over himself and my brand new Sit and Stand Stroller. And I didn't pack extra clothes in the diaper bag because I have never once needed them on a day trip in the 4 years I've had children. And I did the one time they weren't there. We were right next to the children's play area when this happened, so while I attempted to clean as much as I could with the wiped I'd packed, there were 3 or 4 small children that weren't mine watching me, pointing out that there was a big pile of vomit all over.
Once my wipes were done, the mess wasn't that much better. We had to head down in the elevator to get to the bathroom, where another child complained that my baby smelled. No shit, kid. I had to sit poor Goob in the sink to get him clean, and there was only cold water. He was not happy. I spent a good 45 minutes getting barf off everything. But his shirt and jacket were soaked.
We had to go to the gift shop to buy him a shirt. We proceeded to walk down a long hallway, where I received a bunch of nasty stares and comments about my shirtless baby in the middle of February. Did these people somehow think I brought him to the aquarium without a shirt? Seriously. Of course I had to buy 3 shirts, since it wasn't fair if only the baby got one. $37 later, T decided he needed to eat.
Not the snacks I brought, but cafe food. We took the elevator upstairs (and I learned the baby is terrified of elevators), and the kids decided they wanted french fries and onion rings. I also got a grilled cheese sandwich since the baby wanted to eat and I felt bad. I figured it was less greasy than anything else there, and it was bland too.
After lunch, we went back to see more stuff. Princess wanted to see the sharks, and T wanted to go back to the touch tank. They were fighting about it, so I took them somewhere else entirely. They had a boating exhibit where the kids could play on a fishing boat and pretend to fish and put on life jackets. T had a bunch of fun. Princess sat on the edge of the boat, glaring and yelling at kids who ran into her or were too loud. I let the baby run around for a little, but his shoes kept slipping on the concrete and he wasn't too happy after he fell on his face a few times.
T didn't want to leave, and threw himself on the middle of the floor, so no one could get around him. I told him we were going home since he wasn't behaving, and had to carry him out of the exhibit. He screamed all the way outside. Those looks and comments I got from old ladies were fun. I have a tip for them: if you don't want to deal with noisy children but want to go to the aquarium, don't go on President's Day when all the kids are out of school!
He finally told me he would behave, but we were already outside and at the parking garage. So I promised him that if he was good all the way home, we could stop at Toys R Us. Yeah, I bribe my kids and they're spoiled as hell.
I couldn't find the highway entrance on the way home, got stuck in crazy traffic, and spent another $30 on a Power Ranger and Littlest Pet Shop toy. Of course, when I got home, the boyfriend hadn't cleaned anything or taken out any trash. I was exhausted, and he told me he would watch the kids for a couple hours so I could rest. Instead, he went back to sleep after sleeping all day. And Goob threw up all over my bed.
Well, it was an eventful day. Tomorrow, I think we're going to go to the museum. That is, if the boyfriend comes and the baby's okay. Otherwise, I'll leave Goober with him (or take him if he's feeling better), and go to the Bronx Zoo. The kids love it, and we have a membership, so it's totally free, except for food and the gift shop.
Monday, February 13, 2012
WoW Stole my Life and the Cursed Comforter
I just noticed I haven't posted in almost 2 weeks. The boyfriend finally renewed my WoW subscription like he promised, so all of my spare time at night has been spent playing instead of writing blog posts. It's a seriously addicting game, and I figured I should get my money's worth and play it.
T stayed at my parent's house last night, so all was quiet here. I finally had a chance to take my white comforter to the laundromat to get washed since it's too big to fit into the machine here, and Goober puked on it a week ago. I cashed in my lotto tickets from Christmas to pay for it, since I didn't have $15 laying around.
Every time I pay to get the comforter cleaned (I have a backup, but it's old, and has tons of rips in it, and it does nothing to keep me warm-my legs freeze all night), it seems like the kids get it dirty almost immediately. I probably shouldn't have a white comforter with small children around, but it was free (from the dumpster behind Home Goods because the pillows were missing-new and in the packaging, in the dumpster), and it's really thick and warm and awesome for winter.
I usually only have it on my bed for 24 hours or so before one of the kids spill something on it, or get sick on it-the poor comforter has been puked on and pooped on more than I'd like to admit. This time was no different. I kept it off my bed for a few hours after bringing it home because Princess and Goober were up and about, and I figured someone would have grubby little hands that would love to get my comforter dirty.
I put it on the bed when Goober looked like he was getting tired (since he and I share the bed). In less than 20 minutes, he managed to get a dirty mouth print on it (even though his face looked clean when I put him on the bed). Then T came home. He mentioned that his stomach hurt and went downstairs to watch TV. I ran to the store because we were out of milk.
When I got home, the boyfriend told me T threw up all over my comforter. I was furious (not with T, but with the fact I paid $15 to get it cleaned and didn't even get to sleep under it one night). I called my parents and they told me he was fine all day and hadn't even eaten since lunch. I bitched and moaned about my comforter and how it is cursed, and my mom told me to come pick up a spare comforter set that she was going to return to Kohl's (with a normal sized comforter that will fit in my washing machine).
I picked it up, got the bed made, and took a shower. T and Princess were in my bed when I got out. He told me he threw up again-all over my new sheets and comforter, that once again, I didn't even get to sleep under. I wanted to scream. Instead, I did the laundry, and put everything back on the bed before it was totally dry because I hate having an unmade bed at night.
I banished T to the couch and he fell asleep almost immediately. I attempted to wash the cursed comforter in my machine. I practically broke a sweat shoving it to fit. The machine made horrible noises the entire time, and the comforter is so big, the part at the top of the machine stayed dry. I don't even know if the machine still works right, but I guess I'll find out. Oh, and the comforter was still stained, so I have to go take it to get bleached at the laundromat anyway. It's been in the dryer for 3 hours and it's still wet.
Oh, and T woke up and barfed all over his grandma's computer keyboard. I'm just happy it wasn't mine, and I'm hoping she doesn't see my comforter in the dryer because she will kill me. I'm waiting for her to go to bed so I can sneak it upstairs and hang it over the bannister to finish drying. I guess T won't be going to school tomorrow.
T stayed at my parent's house last night, so all was quiet here. I finally had a chance to take my white comforter to the laundromat to get washed since it's too big to fit into the machine here, and Goober puked on it a week ago. I cashed in my lotto tickets from Christmas to pay for it, since I didn't have $15 laying around.
Every time I pay to get the comforter cleaned (I have a backup, but it's old, and has tons of rips in it, and it does nothing to keep me warm-my legs freeze all night), it seems like the kids get it dirty almost immediately. I probably shouldn't have a white comforter with small children around, but it was free (from the dumpster behind Home Goods because the pillows were missing-new and in the packaging, in the dumpster), and it's really thick and warm and awesome for winter.
I usually only have it on my bed for 24 hours or so before one of the kids spill something on it, or get sick on it-the poor comforter has been puked on and pooped on more than I'd like to admit. This time was no different. I kept it off my bed for a few hours after bringing it home because Princess and Goober were up and about, and I figured someone would have grubby little hands that would love to get my comforter dirty.
I put it on the bed when Goober looked like he was getting tired (since he and I share the bed). In less than 20 minutes, he managed to get a dirty mouth print on it (even though his face looked clean when I put him on the bed). Then T came home. He mentioned that his stomach hurt and went downstairs to watch TV. I ran to the store because we were out of milk.
When I got home, the boyfriend told me T threw up all over my comforter. I was furious (not with T, but with the fact I paid $15 to get it cleaned and didn't even get to sleep under it one night). I called my parents and they told me he was fine all day and hadn't even eaten since lunch. I bitched and moaned about my comforter and how it is cursed, and my mom told me to come pick up a spare comforter set that she was going to return to Kohl's (with a normal sized comforter that will fit in my washing machine).
I picked it up, got the bed made, and took a shower. T and Princess were in my bed when I got out. He told me he threw up again-all over my new sheets and comforter, that once again, I didn't even get to sleep under. I wanted to scream. Instead, I did the laundry, and put everything back on the bed before it was totally dry because I hate having an unmade bed at night.
I banished T to the couch and he fell asleep almost immediately. I attempted to wash the cursed comforter in my machine. I practically broke a sweat shoving it to fit. The machine made horrible noises the entire time, and the comforter is so big, the part at the top of the machine stayed dry. I don't even know if the machine still works right, but I guess I'll find out. Oh, and the comforter was still stained, so I have to go take it to get bleached at the laundromat anyway. It's been in the dryer for 3 hours and it's still wet.
Oh, and T woke up and barfed all over his grandma's computer keyboard. I'm just happy it wasn't mine, and I'm hoping she doesn't see my comforter in the dryer because she will kill me. I'm waiting for her to go to bed so I can sneak it upstairs and hang it over the bannister to finish drying. I guess T won't be going to school tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Banana Chocolate Cake Pops
T begged me to make cake pops for his birthday. I planned on making cupcakes, but who am I to deny the birthday boy? We went through the cabinets and he picked out banana cake mix. I decided to use chocolate frosting with it, and they were super good.
I also noticed that the banana cake was more moist than the other cakes I've made for cake pops, so I only had to use 1/2 a container of frosting instead of most of the can.
Ingredients:
1 box banana cake mix, made according to package directions
1/2 can of chocolate fudge frosting
2 pounds milk chocolate candy melts
lollipop sticks
-crumble the cake and mix with frosting
-refrigerate for at least 30 minutes, then roll into balls
-dip end of lollipop stick in melted chocolate, then insert halfway through ball
-freeze balls 20-30 minutes
-dip in chocolate and serve when ready
Monday, January 23, 2012
Happy 4th Birthday!
T is 4 today. It's kind of bittersweet for me. It feels like I was pregnant with him just yesterday, and now he's not a baby anymore.
I mentioned it in my last post too, but I can't remember T being a newborn. I vividly remember my awful labor and epidural experience, and I remember them whisking him away a few minutes after he was born to lay under the lights (he was a little bit jaundiced).
I remember how it was impossible to get him to go to sleep at night. By this time, I was very pregnant with Princess, and the boyfriend and I would have to rub and tap on his back for hours until he finally fell asleep. If we stopped, even for a minute, he would start bawling and we would be back at square one.
Once he was comfortable crawling around and standing up on his own, he wasted no time figuring out how to knock the baby gate down so he could get out of the bedroom in the mornings. We coslept with him, and every morning, I was awakened by the gate crashing to the floor. The boy's never met a baby gate he couldn't open.
His first birthday was awful. He felt a little bit warm and was cranky, but we chalked it up to teething and gave him some Tylenol. He went down for a nap and woke up crying a half hour later. When I went to get him, he was burning up and had a seizure. I have never been so terrified in my life. By the time we got to the emergency room, he had 3 seizures and his temperature was above 104. Spending the whole day in the emergency room was terrible for everyone, but thankfully his fever came down and he was okay.
Then there was the time he and the boyfriend were playing and they banged heads. After I realized T was okay, I noticed that the boyfriend wasn't. He was sprawled on the floor, completely out of it. By the time the paramedics came, he was out cold, and stayed that way for the better part of an hour. T was about 14 months old at this time, and he and the boyfriend both ended up getting CT scans. T was fine, the boyfriend had a nasty concussion. He'd kill me if he knew I told the bloggy universe that his son knocked him out.
T also knocked Princess out when he was 2 and she was 1. He has a hard head and likes to give head injuries. My daughter turned into Linda Blair in the Exorcist, and I swear, there was puke on my ceiling. After more CT scans after a trip to the ER in a blizzard, she had a concussion and he was fine.
He was diagnosed with apraxia when he turned 3 and started with a new speech teacher through the school district. She was the one who made a breakthrough and got him to say his first word, "ball." I was so proud of him I almost cried. After 3 long years, my son finally talked. Now he chatters constantly and part of me misses the days when he was quieter.
I look back on all the strides he's made and I can only imagine what he will be able to do this year. He's brought so much light to my life and I can't imagine what I ever did without him. Happy birthday to my baby, T, who isn't a baby anymore.
I mentioned it in my last post too, but I can't remember T being a newborn. I vividly remember my awful labor and epidural experience, and I remember them whisking him away a few minutes after he was born to lay under the lights (he was a little bit jaundiced).
I remember how it was impossible to get him to go to sleep at night. By this time, I was very pregnant with Princess, and the boyfriend and I would have to rub and tap on his back for hours until he finally fell asleep. If we stopped, even for a minute, he would start bawling and we would be back at square one.
Once he was comfortable crawling around and standing up on his own, he wasted no time figuring out how to knock the baby gate down so he could get out of the bedroom in the mornings. We coslept with him, and every morning, I was awakened by the gate crashing to the floor. The boy's never met a baby gate he couldn't open.
His first birthday was awful. He felt a little bit warm and was cranky, but we chalked it up to teething and gave him some Tylenol. He went down for a nap and woke up crying a half hour later. When I went to get him, he was burning up and had a seizure. I have never been so terrified in my life. By the time we got to the emergency room, he had 3 seizures and his temperature was above 104. Spending the whole day in the emergency room was terrible for everyone, but thankfully his fever came down and he was okay.
Then there was the time he and the boyfriend were playing and they banged heads. After I realized T was okay, I noticed that the boyfriend wasn't. He was sprawled on the floor, completely out of it. By the time the paramedics came, he was out cold, and stayed that way for the better part of an hour. T was about 14 months old at this time, and he and the boyfriend both ended up getting CT scans. T was fine, the boyfriend had a nasty concussion. He'd kill me if he knew I told the bloggy universe that his son knocked him out.
T also knocked Princess out when he was 2 and she was 1. He has a hard head and likes to give head injuries. My daughter turned into Linda Blair in the Exorcist, and I swear, there was puke on my ceiling. After more CT scans after a trip to the ER in a blizzard, she had a concussion and he was fine.
He was diagnosed with apraxia when he turned 3 and started with a new speech teacher through the school district. She was the one who made a breakthrough and got him to say his first word, "ball." I was so proud of him I almost cried. After 3 long years, my son finally talked. Now he chatters constantly and part of me misses the days when he was quieter.
I look back on all the strides he's made and I can only imagine what he will be able to do this year. He's brought so much light to my life and I can't imagine what I ever did without him. Happy birthday to my baby, T, who isn't a baby anymore.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Year is Not Going as I Planned
I've been so lazy about blogging since the holidays. I can't seem to get inspired enough to write, and being sick for an entire week totally threw me off.
I've still only gone to the gym once, and now my parents reneged on watching 2 of my kids to give me a chance to go because my sister decided to go back to school. She's starting a nursing program this week, so they have to watch her son while she's at school. I don't know why she decided to go to community college where I live, because she lives an hour and a half away. It just kind of puts a damper on things for me, because sometimes I need the help, and now they have to watch my nephew every day. T is going to be pretty bummed out too, because now he can't go there after school for a few hours every day like he's used to.
Speaking of T, he's turning 4 on Monday, and Princess is turning 3 on Wednesday. I can't believe how fast they're growing up. It feels like they were little just yesterday, but I honestly can't remember either of them being babies, which is weird. I can remember Goober as a baby, but maybe that's because he's the youngest. Thinking about this makes me want another baby, even though I know that is crazy and not possible at the moment.
The boyfriend needs to get a real job, as the internet thing he was working on doesn't seem to be panning out. He was doing well until he decided to have other people help, and everything went to crap. He doesn't seem to care that I'm maxing out all my credit cards just to pay for food, and I'm going to have to borrow money again just to pay our share of the rent this month. I'm really getting sick of him not caring enough to get a job. He knows that if worse came to worse, our families would bail us out so we had food and a place to live, so he's in no rush to get a job.
Since the stupid Star Wars computer game came out a few weeks ago, that's all he's been doing in his waking hours. He wears headphones and plays the damn game. He can't even hear if the kids are screaming 2 feet away from him. I have to tap him on the shoulder and yell if I need his help for anything, and that pisses him off because then he gets killed in his game. I tried to talk to him about it, but he doesn't seem to get it or care, and it's not fair. If he's home and not working, why the hell can't he help a little with the kids, or take out the trash, or clean up his dirty dishes? I wish I knew a way to knock some sense into him.
On a better note, I decided to start a makeup blog as well. You can find it here. I only have a couple posts up now, but I'm planning to swatch a bunch of makeup if I can find a working camera, and post looks of the day.
I hope this coming week will go well. I'm bringing cookie cake to school for T's birthday on Monday, so I hope the kids in his class have fun. I'm also having a party for T and Princess next Saturday. I invited his whole class, and even though the RSVP date was yesterday, I've only heard from 7 out of 17 kids. I hope some more parents call me tomorrow, since we kind of spent a lot of money for the party (we're having a musician who does an interactive show with the kids-my kids saw him when we were pumpkin picking and loved him).
I've still only gone to the gym once, and now my parents reneged on watching 2 of my kids to give me a chance to go because my sister decided to go back to school. She's starting a nursing program this week, so they have to watch her son while she's at school. I don't know why she decided to go to community college where I live, because she lives an hour and a half away. It just kind of puts a damper on things for me, because sometimes I need the help, and now they have to watch my nephew every day. T is going to be pretty bummed out too, because now he can't go there after school for a few hours every day like he's used to.
Speaking of T, he's turning 4 on Monday, and Princess is turning 3 on Wednesday. I can't believe how fast they're growing up. It feels like they were little just yesterday, but I honestly can't remember either of them being babies, which is weird. I can remember Goober as a baby, but maybe that's because he's the youngest. Thinking about this makes me want another baby, even though I know that is crazy and not possible at the moment.
The boyfriend needs to get a real job, as the internet thing he was working on doesn't seem to be panning out. He was doing well until he decided to have other people help, and everything went to crap. He doesn't seem to care that I'm maxing out all my credit cards just to pay for food, and I'm going to have to borrow money again just to pay our share of the rent this month. I'm really getting sick of him not caring enough to get a job. He knows that if worse came to worse, our families would bail us out so we had food and a place to live, so he's in no rush to get a job.
Since the stupid Star Wars computer game came out a few weeks ago, that's all he's been doing in his waking hours. He wears headphones and plays the damn game. He can't even hear if the kids are screaming 2 feet away from him. I have to tap him on the shoulder and yell if I need his help for anything, and that pisses him off because then he gets killed in his game. I tried to talk to him about it, but he doesn't seem to get it or care, and it's not fair. If he's home and not working, why the hell can't he help a little with the kids, or take out the trash, or clean up his dirty dishes? I wish I knew a way to knock some sense into him.
On a better note, I decided to start a makeup blog as well. You can find it here. I only have a couple posts up now, but I'm planning to swatch a bunch of makeup if I can find a working camera, and post looks of the day.
I hope this coming week will go well. I'm bringing cookie cake to school for T's birthday on Monday, so I hope the kids in his class have fun. I'm also having a party for T and Princess next Saturday. I invited his whole class, and even though the RSVP date was yesterday, I've only heard from 7 out of 17 kids. I hope some more parents call me tomorrow, since we kind of spent a lot of money for the party (we're having a musician who does an interactive show with the kids-my kids saw him when we were pumpkin picking and loved him).
Thursday, January 12, 2012
So Startled I Mom-Failed
I'm linking up to Mama Kat's today with prompt 2.) Describe a time you felt startled.
This is also the story of my guiltiest moment as a mom. I've contemplated telling it before, but always changed my mind.
I absolutely hate when anything or anyone touches my feet. It freaks me out. I don't do pedicures, I don't do foot massage, I scream at my kids when they do it to try to get a rise out of me.
One morning, I was taking a nap. My leg must have been hanging off the edge of the bed. I was woken up by something touching my foot. I freaked, and kicked at it, assuming it was one of my cats.
It was my son. Turns out I kicked him square in the mouth. I felt awful. He was crying and complaining that his mouth hurt, but there was no blood, so I thought it would get better in a few days.
Wrong again. A couple days later, I noticed that one of his top teeth (not the front tooth, the one next to it) had broken off at his gumline. I quickly called the pediatric dentist in a panic and he came in on a Sunday to see T.
It turns out T needed to get his 4 top teeth taken out. Because I accidentally kicked him in the face. Can you say epic mom fail?
His teachers and stuff have asked me what happened to his teeth, and I can only bring myself to tell them that he had an accident. I still feel awful about it, but he's pretty comfortable and happy, even without the teeth.
This is also the story of my guiltiest moment as a mom. I've contemplated telling it before, but always changed my mind.
I absolutely hate when anything or anyone touches my feet. It freaks me out. I don't do pedicures, I don't do foot massage, I scream at my kids when they do it to try to get a rise out of me.
One morning, I was taking a nap. My leg must have been hanging off the edge of the bed. I was woken up by something touching my foot. I freaked, and kicked at it, assuming it was one of my cats.
It was my son. Turns out I kicked him square in the mouth. I felt awful. He was crying and complaining that his mouth hurt, but there was no blood, so I thought it would get better in a few days.
Wrong again. A couple days later, I noticed that one of his top teeth (not the front tooth, the one next to it) had broken off at his gumline. I quickly called the pediatric dentist in a panic and he came in on a Sunday to see T.
It turns out T needed to get his 4 top teeth taken out. Because I accidentally kicked him in the face. Can you say epic mom fail?
His teachers and stuff have asked me what happened to his teeth, and I can only bring myself to tell them that he had an accident. I still feel awful about it, but he's pretty comfortable and happy, even without the teeth.
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| Toothless T with his Nana |
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Wordless Wednesday- Happy Kids and a Crazy Cat on Christmas
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| Our tree |
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| Princess' Computer |
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| T and his Bat Cave (don't mind his pants-he hates staying dressed) |
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| Goober just ran around in circles all day |
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| Baby Cat (aka Little Fart) trying to attack a Fur Real Friends cat |
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Happy New Year!
I know I've still been absent, and I hope you're still reading my blog! I'm not going to do a year in review post since I haven't been blogging very long, but I will do a holiday recap.
My Christmas Eve family get-together was terrible. The boyfriend's father is in the hospital and not doing well, but he's always been awful to my boyfriend so I think it's karma kicking his ass. I did not do well dealing with the SIL from hell, and spent most of the night alone.
Christmas was great. We all went to my parent's house, and the kids got lots of toys they wanted. T finally got his Bat Cave that he begged us for every day since Thanksgiving. He also got a bunch of Transformers toys and a creepy robot panda with blue LED eyes that terrify me. Princess got another FurReal Friends cat to freak me out with (because one wasn't enough, and apparently 6 real cats aren't enough either), a couple dolls, and a tea set. They got a Leapster explorer to share, but she won't let anyone else touch it, so we'll be getting another one for their birthdays in a few weeks. Goober got a ride-on train, a monkey Happy Napper, and a noisy little steering wheel thing. He could care less about any of it.
Yesterday I took the kids to my mom's house again because my aunt and uncle, and 2 of my cousins were coming over. It was better than expected. My sullen, 16-year-old cousin actually talked to people, and my other cousin was acting pretty normal.
We're staying home for New Year's Eve tonight. I'm just going to make some potato skins, jalapeno poppers, and pigs in a blanket, drink some bitch beer, and watch the countdown on TV. I always seem to have better New Year's when I stay in. Going out is always a let down and a bad hangover. The kids are already bouncing off the walls, so I don't know if they're going to make it til midnight or not. Usually they would, but I think they found candy or something, which could lead to a mega sugar crash.
I hope everyone else has had a good holiday season, and have a safe and happy New Year! I'm going to try to take "me" time in 2012 to take care of myself by going to the gym. The membership was a not-so-subtle gift from my mother to let me know I'm getting fat. I haven't worked out since college, though, and it will be nice to get away from the kids for a couple hours a week.
Are you making any resolutions for the new year?
My Christmas Eve family get-together was terrible. The boyfriend's father is in the hospital and not doing well, but he's always been awful to my boyfriend so I think it's karma kicking his ass. I did not do well dealing with the SIL from hell, and spent most of the night alone.
Christmas was great. We all went to my parent's house, and the kids got lots of toys they wanted. T finally got his Bat Cave that he begged us for every day since Thanksgiving. He also got a bunch of Transformers toys and a creepy robot panda with blue LED eyes that terrify me. Princess got another FurReal Friends cat to freak me out with (because one wasn't enough, and apparently 6 real cats aren't enough either), a couple dolls, and a tea set. They got a Leapster explorer to share, but she won't let anyone else touch it, so we'll be getting another one for their birthdays in a few weeks. Goober got a ride-on train, a monkey Happy Napper, and a noisy little steering wheel thing. He could care less about any of it.
Yesterday I took the kids to my mom's house again because my aunt and uncle, and 2 of my cousins were coming over. It was better than expected. My sullen, 16-year-old cousin actually talked to people, and my other cousin was acting pretty normal.
We're staying home for New Year's Eve tonight. I'm just going to make some potato skins, jalapeno poppers, and pigs in a blanket, drink some bitch beer, and watch the countdown on TV. I always seem to have better New Year's when I stay in. Going out is always a let down and a bad hangover. The kids are already bouncing off the walls, so I don't know if they're going to make it til midnight or not. Usually they would, but I think they found candy or something, which could lead to a mega sugar crash.
I hope everyone else has had a good holiday season, and have a safe and happy New Year! I'm going to try to take "me" time in 2012 to take care of myself by going to the gym. The membership was a not-so-subtle gift from my mother to let me know I'm getting fat. I haven't worked out since college, though, and it will be nice to get away from the kids for a couple hours a week.
Are you making any resolutions for the new year?
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sorry I've Been Sucking Lately
I know I haven't been blogging much the past couple weeks and I'm sorry. I've been focused on getting ready for the holidays and my kids' schedules have been totally off.
My kids have been staying up even later than normal, and I'm not in the mood to blog at 3 am. The baby's teething again and is barely sleeping at night and not napping much at all. And now my oldest, is sick again and has no voice. I swear, since he started school, someone in my family is always sick. I don't remember getting sick like this when I went to school.
I also started taking medication that makes me feel really hung over and groggy every morning when I don't get 7 or 8 hours of sleep (which pretty much never happens) so I've been staying in bed until 10 or 11 every morning. I wasn't kidding when I told you my kids' sleep is really off-I'm lucky my son has afternoon preschool or no one in the house would even been awake when it started.
Happy Holidays to everyone, and I'll try to be better about blogging most days.
My kids have been staying up even later than normal, and I'm not in the mood to blog at 3 am. The baby's teething again and is barely sleeping at night and not napping much at all. And now my oldest, is sick again and has no voice. I swear, since he started school, someone in my family is always sick. I don't remember getting sick like this when I went to school.
I also started taking medication that makes me feel really hung over and groggy every morning when I don't get 7 or 8 hours of sleep (which pretty much never happens) so I've been staying in bed until 10 or 11 every morning. I wasn't kidding when I told you my kids' sleep is really off-I'm lucky my son has afternoon preschool or no one in the house would even been awake when it started.
Happy Holidays to everyone, and I'll try to be better about blogging most days.
Friday, December 16, 2011
The Morning Battle
"Three, two, one," I stare at him, eyes narrowing. "This is your last chance."
He spits in my face.
"That's it, I'm getting your father."
"Noooooooooooooooo!" he wails, in the earsplitting tone only small children can muster.
"Then get dressed, right now. We're going to be late for school."
He crosses his arms and turns away from me. "I go bye-bye with Gamma."
"You can go out with Grandma after school."
"No school!" He lays on the couch and covers himself with a blanket. I attempt to put his clothes on,
getting a swift kick to the chest for my efforts.
I hear the thud of footsteps on the stairs and say a silent thank you. "He won't get dressed again."
"Listen to Mommy!" his dad tells him.
"No thank you." I try to get his pants on again, and again he spits at me.
"I'm done," I say, trying to keep my temper in check as I walk to the kitchen to get his snack ready.
The booming voice of his dad reaches the kitchen. "Get dressed right now and say sorry to Mommy or you're getting a spanking!"
"No, no, no!" he screams before dissolving into tears. I know the tears mean he's finally getting dressed. Another morning battle has just barely been won.
This post was written for this week's red writing hood prompt from Write on Edge. The prompt was to write a post starting with "Three, two, one" and keep it under 300 words.
He spits in my face.
"That's it, I'm getting your father."
"Noooooooooooooooo!" he wails, in the earsplitting tone only small children can muster.
"Then get dressed, right now. We're going to be late for school."
He crosses his arms and turns away from me. "I go bye-bye with Gamma."
"You can go out with Grandma after school."
"No school!" He lays on the couch and covers himself with a blanket. I attempt to put his clothes on,
getting a swift kick to the chest for my efforts.
I hear the thud of footsteps on the stairs and say a silent thank you. "He won't get dressed again."
"Listen to Mommy!" his dad tells him.
"No thank you." I try to get his pants on again, and again he spits at me.
"I'm done," I say, trying to keep my temper in check as I walk to the kitchen to get his snack ready.
The booming voice of his dad reaches the kitchen. "Get dressed right now and say sorry to Mommy or you're getting a spanking!"
"No, no, no!" he screams before dissolving into tears. I know the tears mean he's finally getting dressed. Another morning battle has just barely been won.
This post was written for this week's red writing hood prompt from Write on Edge. The prompt was to write a post starting with "Three, two, one" and keep it under 300 words.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Wordless Wednesday-Birthday Party!
T was invited to his first birthday party that a classmate was having. It was held at a gymnastics place, and he had a ball. Although I wish someone told me beforehand I would have to supervise him the entire time, since I had no socks on under my boots (they're fur and super-comfy inside-socks only ruin that feeling) and had to walk barefoot all over (yuck).
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| Ziplines are awesome |
Sunday, November 13, 2011
More Sick Kids and Skyrim
Sorry I've been absent most of this week. There are a few things that have been going on. Now T, my oldest, is sick. He's had a cough for a while, but it's gotten way worse since Wednesday. I sent him to school anyway on Thursday, and he was so much worse for the wear when I picked him up.
And another kid in his class was sick all week. He had a cough and stuffy nose to the point where he was drooling all over himself. The teacher was talking to the nanny about it as the poor kid stood there, looking like a Neopolitan Mastiff (aka Hagrid's dog in Harry Potter and my dream dog). Seriously, though, that kid was too sick to be in school. What the hell were his nanny and mother thinking?
T ended up with a high fever on Thursday evening, and he's been miserable ever since. He's been hacking nonstop (to the point where his Grandmother couldn't sleep and had to miss working at the market on Friday). He keeps getting a nosebleed because his coughing is so bad, and it is freaking him out (I would freak out too if I woke up covered in blood).
And his doctor is on vacation, so I've been trying to treat it at home, hoping it is viral and will get better. Children's ibuprofen, Robitussin, and a humidifier have become his friends (although I wanted to kill my MIL for putting Vick's Vapor Rub in the humidifier-that stuff is just awful and stunk up the entire house).
And if you're a gaming freak like me, you probably know that Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim came out the other day. I have been waiting for this for what seems like forever (or maybe since I finished Oblivion). Needless to say, I am super excited to play this game. If things went my way, I would have played it for the last 48 hours. In reality, I've only played it for 2 or 3, and those hours were interrupted by my kids.
The boyfriend has been playing it since it came out. And it looks beyond awesome. But I know if I ask him to watch the kids while I play, it won't happen. They will run wild while he doesn't pay attention because he is playing the game with his headphones on, dead to the world.
So here's to hoping my kids feel better and sleep a lot. Because I think I really deserve some uninterrupted gaming time.
And another kid in his class was sick all week. He had a cough and stuffy nose to the point where he was drooling all over himself. The teacher was talking to the nanny about it as the poor kid stood there, looking like a Neopolitan Mastiff (aka Hagrid's dog in Harry Potter and my dream dog). Seriously, though, that kid was too sick to be in school. What the hell were his nanny and mother thinking?
T ended up with a high fever on Thursday evening, and he's been miserable ever since. He's been hacking nonstop (to the point where his Grandmother couldn't sleep and had to miss working at the market on Friday). He keeps getting a nosebleed because his coughing is so bad, and it is freaking him out (I would freak out too if I woke up covered in blood).
And his doctor is on vacation, so I've been trying to treat it at home, hoping it is viral and will get better. Children's ibuprofen, Robitussin, and a humidifier have become his friends (although I wanted to kill my MIL for putting Vick's Vapor Rub in the humidifier-that stuff is just awful and stunk up the entire house).
And if you're a gaming freak like me, you probably know that Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim came out the other day. I have been waiting for this for what seems like forever (or maybe since I finished Oblivion). Needless to say, I am super excited to play this game. If things went my way, I would have played it for the last 48 hours. In reality, I've only played it for 2 or 3, and those hours were interrupted by my kids.
The boyfriend has been playing it since it came out. And it looks beyond awesome. But I know if I ask him to watch the kids while I play, it won't happen. They will run wild while he doesn't pay attention because he is playing the game with his headphones on, dead to the world.
So here's to hoping my kids feel better and sleep a lot. Because I think I really deserve some uninterrupted gaming time.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The SIL From Hell
"Why does she have a key and I don't?" I ranted to the boyfriend. "I live here! She doesn't. I want her key."
The 'she' in question was the boyfriend's sister. I discovered she had let herself into our house while I was still asleep, and I was beyond shocked to find someone sitting at the computer when I went to get a bowl of cereal.
She looked me over, said nothing, and turned back to the screen. I went upstairs and raised hell. It made me uncomfortable that she could just walk into our house at any time, whether we were here or not, and do whatever she wanted. I'm sure the fact that I was 6 months pregnant and trying to take care of a 9 month old baby didn't help either.
Eventually, I brought the baby downstairs to see her. I thought that maybe I was overreacting to her, and I would give her another chance. I put him in his bouncy swing-the kind that hangs from the doorway.
"Why is he so chubby? Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Excuse me? You've never met me or your nephew before and those are the first words out of your mouth? I was seriously thisclose to yanking a cleaver out of the knife block and stabbing a bitch.
You're barely 21, married your military boyfriend so you would get money (and promptly got divorced once he left active service), and don't have or want kids (just yappy, poorly behaved dogs), and you have the nerve to criticize me? And my infant? When this is the first time we've met and you didn't even have the decency to introduce yourself? Who the hell do you think you are?
That was the moment I knew it would never work out. She and I would never be friends, and we have, in fact, become enemies. She is no longer allowed to see my kids after many more unpleasant incidents. As far as I'm concerned, the only aunts my children have are my sister and my best friend from college.
I know the boyfriend wishes I could pretend to like her, but I don't have it in me. I put up with her crap so many times. I'm not going to sit there and take insults about my kids, or veiled nastiness. It would be different if she was nice to my kids-she's not. She won't even pick them up. So the only one losing out is her. Maybe one day she'll either drink herself to death or get over herself. Until then, she is dead to me and my babies.
This post was written in response to this week's remembeRED prompt from Write on Edge. This week, we asked you to write about a relationship you knew was doomed from the start. It could be your own relationship or one of a close friend or family member. The only thing we required was that it not be fiction.
The 'she' in question was the boyfriend's sister. I discovered she had let herself into our house while I was still asleep, and I was beyond shocked to find someone sitting at the computer when I went to get a bowl of cereal.
She looked me over, said nothing, and turned back to the screen. I went upstairs and raised hell. It made me uncomfortable that she could just walk into our house at any time, whether we were here or not, and do whatever she wanted. I'm sure the fact that I was 6 months pregnant and trying to take care of a 9 month old baby didn't help either.
Eventually, I brought the baby downstairs to see her. I thought that maybe I was overreacting to her, and I would give her another chance. I put him in his bouncy swing-the kind that hangs from the doorway.
"Why is he so chubby? Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Excuse me? You've never met me or your nephew before and those are the first words out of your mouth? I was seriously thisclose to yanking a cleaver out of the knife block and stabbing a bitch.
You're barely 21, married your military boyfriend so you would get money (and promptly got divorced once he left active service), and don't have or want kids (just yappy, poorly behaved dogs), and you have the nerve to criticize me? And my infant? When this is the first time we've met and you didn't even have the decency to introduce yourself? Who the hell do you think you are?
That was the moment I knew it would never work out. She and I would never be friends, and we have, in fact, become enemies. She is no longer allowed to see my kids after many more unpleasant incidents. As far as I'm concerned, the only aunts my children have are my sister and my best friend from college.
I know the boyfriend wishes I could pretend to like her, but I don't have it in me. I put up with her crap so many times. I'm not going to sit there and take insults about my kids, or veiled nastiness. It would be different if she was nice to my kids-she's not. She won't even pick them up. So the only one losing out is her. Maybe one day she'll either drink herself to death or get over herself. Until then, she is dead to me and my babies.
This post was written in response to this week's remembeRED prompt from Write on Edge. This week, we asked you to write about a relationship you knew was doomed from the start. It could be your own relationship or one of a close friend or family member. The only thing we required was that it not be fiction.
Monday, November 7, 2011
So I just read this article about reprimanding other people's kids in public and it got my blood boiling a little bit. I feel like not only is the author dead wrong, but something is wrong with a lot of the commenters. They must either be old or never have had children.
As far as I'm concerned, no one but me has the right to reprimand or discipline my child unless I have given you express permission to do so. I don't want your help or your unsolicited opinions on my ability to parent my kids.
Just because my child has a tantrum/throws sand or toys at another kid/thows stuff on the floor/hits or kicks or punches me or an inanimate object, etc, doesn't give you the right to judge me or him and decide to intervene. My two younger kids usually behave when we're out, or, worst case scenario, they cry.
T is a completely different matter. He regularly has meltdowns and gets very agressive when something sets him off. In fact, just this weekend, he bit a 9 year old and tried to choke out a 6 year old (but the older boys were messing with him and should have known better-T is not even 4 yet, and for the biting, well, he's missing his 4 top teeth so it's really only 1 tooth that can break skin).
And when we're out and he throws a colossal tantrum? I hate it more than anything if people try to say something to me or to him. Seriously, he is only a preschooler, and he has special needs. You've never seen him before and don't know where the issues are coming from, so keep your mouth shut.
He's not a spoiled brat, and I do discipline my children when need be. But your version of discipline is only going to make his tantrum worse. He's not logical, he's 3! You can't tell him why he's wrong and that he's bother others and needs to behave. You will never get through to him. And I'm not going to spank him/pinch him etc, in the store because I learned a long time ago that doesn't work. I may threaten to leave him in the store and walk around a corner (because he usually comes as soon as he can't see me anymore), but I'm not really leaving him and I keep him in my sights (or sounds, he is screaming at the top of his lungs-I'm not gonna lose him).
I guess what I mean is that you shouldn't assume something about a parent or child if you see a meltdown in public. You don't know the necessary background information to formulate a educated opinion. So keep your opinion/parenting tips/dirty looks/discipline to yourself. Because if I saw another person who I didn't know yelling at my kids, especially T, I might assault your sorry ass. So keep your mouth shut and just keep on walking.
As far as I'm concerned, no one but me has the right to reprimand or discipline my child unless I have given you express permission to do so. I don't want your help or your unsolicited opinions on my ability to parent my kids.
Just because my child has a tantrum/throws sand or toys at another kid/thows stuff on the floor/hits or kicks or punches me or an inanimate object, etc, doesn't give you the right to judge me or him and decide to intervene. My two younger kids usually behave when we're out, or, worst case scenario, they cry.
T is a completely different matter. He regularly has meltdowns and gets very agressive when something sets him off. In fact, just this weekend, he bit a 9 year old and tried to choke out a 6 year old (but the older boys were messing with him and should have known better-T is not even 4 yet, and for the biting, well, he's missing his 4 top teeth so it's really only 1 tooth that can break skin).
And when we're out and he throws a colossal tantrum? I hate it more than anything if people try to say something to me or to him. Seriously, he is only a preschooler, and he has special needs. You've never seen him before and don't know where the issues are coming from, so keep your mouth shut.
He's not a spoiled brat, and I do discipline my children when need be. But your version of discipline is only going to make his tantrum worse. He's not logical, he's 3! You can't tell him why he's wrong and that he's bother others and needs to behave. You will never get through to him. And I'm not going to spank him/pinch him etc, in the store because I learned a long time ago that doesn't work. I may threaten to leave him in the store and walk around a corner (because he usually comes as soon as he can't see me anymore), but I'm not really leaving him and I keep him in my sights (or sounds, he is screaming at the top of his lungs-I'm not gonna lose him).
I guess what I mean is that you shouldn't assume something about a parent or child if you see a meltdown in public. You don't know the necessary background information to formulate a educated opinion. So keep your opinion/parenting tips/dirty looks/discipline to yourself. Because if I saw another person who I didn't know yelling at my kids, especially T, I might assault your sorry ass. So keep your mouth shut and just keep on walking.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
On Sick Kids and a Dead Battery
This has been a trying few weeks for me. First of all, Goober, my 1 year old has been really sick. He had a 104 degree fever for 5 days straight and it was terrifying. All I could do was think about T as a 1 year-old in the hospital with seizures from a fever like that. Every time Goober twitched in his sleep, I was sure it was going to turn into a convulsion. I did not leave his side until the fever finally broke. Thankfully, he came through unscathed, except for all the crying and sweating and chills and misery a fever brings.
Then there was the freak snowstorm. My house didn't have damage or lose power, but my mom's house, which is right down the street, was hit pretty bad. There were huge branches and tree limbs down all over her street, and a power line came down between her house and the neighbor's. They still haven't fixed all the power outages or taken care of all the huge downed trees blocking some streets.
The night before Halloween, T got sick. I thought he had food poisoning, because his dad wasn't feeling well either, and they shared a sandwich. I was wrong. We managed to go trick-or-treating for an hour before things got worse. Princess was sick. Then Goober was sick again, with another fever and whatever stomach virus everyone else had. Now the kids are all okay, but the MIL is really sick and the boyfriend is still a little under the weather.
Then, on Friday, when I tried to take T to school for the first time since Tuesday (my mom drove him the other days because I was taking care of the rest of my sick family), my car was dead. My dad has been telling me since last winter that I need to get a new car battery because I've been driving for 7 years with the same one. I didn't listen, and he was right (he usually is).
So I called my mom to come pick T up to take him to school again. I went with her and we stopped on the way back to get a new battery. I figured the boyfriend could change it for me, even though he still wasn't 100%.
I didn't know that a Hyundai battery is notoriously difficult to change. You have to unscrew half the damn bolts under the hood to get the battery loose. And then there is another bolt by the bottom of the battery that locks is down. It took over an hour to get most of the bolts loosened.
Then we stripped the socket wrench trying to open the battery lock (and by we, I mean me-he couldn't turn it because of corrosion so I tried and stripped it). I walked to my mom's house to get my dad's socket wrenches, but he took them with him on his golf outing (I don't know what he could possibly need a socket wrench for while golfing).
So I borrowed my mom's car to go in search of a new one, although the boyfriend found a ratchet and only needed an extension bar. The first store I went to was a bust. I asked someone to help me because I wasn't seeing what I needed, and the store associate told me he would be right with me. I waited, and waited, and waited. Until about 4 store associates were chatting it up with each other, not helping anyone. I left, extremely irritated.
Next I went to the automotive part of said store. They couldn't help me because I bought my battery somewhere else but they would help if I brought my car for them to change it. Yeah, my car is sitting in my driveway with a bunch of crap under the hood taken apart. Unless they could teleport it, the car wasn't leaving my driveway until it was running again. And I share my driveway with a landscaping company the landlord owns, so it's always a hectic place.
Then I went to AutoZone. It was like walking into heaven. I was helped immediately, and when the lady didn't know much about tools, she got someone else to help me who did. So Fernando, thank you for making it easy for me. You found my extender bar, and when I needed a longer one, found that and an adapter so it would work. Yes, I needed to buy a new ratchet in the process, but it was so worth it.
I am seriously buying everything car related from Auto Zone from now on. Once I got home, the new battery was in the car and it was running in 15 minutes. After we spent hours trying to get the old one out. So now I'm happy. But the boyfriend is exhausted since he wasn't feeling well to start off with.
Then there was the freak snowstorm. My house didn't have damage or lose power, but my mom's house, which is right down the street, was hit pretty bad. There were huge branches and tree limbs down all over her street, and a power line came down between her house and the neighbor's. They still haven't fixed all the power outages or taken care of all the huge downed trees blocking some streets.
The night before Halloween, T got sick. I thought he had food poisoning, because his dad wasn't feeling well either, and they shared a sandwich. I was wrong. We managed to go trick-or-treating for an hour before things got worse. Princess was sick. Then Goober was sick again, with another fever and whatever stomach virus everyone else had. Now the kids are all okay, but the MIL is really sick and the boyfriend is still a little under the weather.
Then, on Friday, when I tried to take T to school for the first time since Tuesday (my mom drove him the other days because I was taking care of the rest of my sick family), my car was dead. My dad has been telling me since last winter that I need to get a new car battery because I've been driving for 7 years with the same one. I didn't listen, and he was right (he usually is).
So I called my mom to come pick T up to take him to school again. I went with her and we stopped on the way back to get a new battery. I figured the boyfriend could change it for me, even though he still wasn't 100%.
I didn't know that a Hyundai battery is notoriously difficult to change. You have to unscrew half the damn bolts under the hood to get the battery loose. And then there is another bolt by the bottom of the battery that locks is down. It took over an hour to get most of the bolts loosened.
Then we stripped the socket wrench trying to open the battery lock (and by we, I mean me-he couldn't turn it because of corrosion so I tried and stripped it). I walked to my mom's house to get my dad's socket wrenches, but he took them with him on his golf outing (I don't know what he could possibly need a socket wrench for while golfing).
So I borrowed my mom's car to go in search of a new one, although the boyfriend found a ratchet and only needed an extension bar. The first store I went to was a bust. I asked someone to help me because I wasn't seeing what I needed, and the store associate told me he would be right with me. I waited, and waited, and waited. Until about 4 store associates were chatting it up with each other, not helping anyone. I left, extremely irritated.
Next I went to the automotive part of said store. They couldn't help me because I bought my battery somewhere else but they would help if I brought my car for them to change it. Yeah, my car is sitting in my driveway with a bunch of crap under the hood taken apart. Unless they could teleport it, the car wasn't leaving my driveway until it was running again. And I share my driveway with a landscaping company the landlord owns, so it's always a hectic place.
Then I went to AutoZone. It was like walking into heaven. I was helped immediately, and when the lady didn't know much about tools, she got someone else to help me who did. So Fernando, thank you for making it easy for me. You found my extender bar, and when I needed a longer one, found that and an adapter so it would work. Yes, I needed to buy a new ratchet in the process, but it was so worth it.
I am seriously buying everything car related from Auto Zone from now on. Once I got home, the new battery was in the car and it was running in 15 minutes. After we spent hours trying to get the old one out. So now I'm happy. But the boyfriend is exhausted since he wasn't feeling well to start off with.
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