ORIGINAL (ATTEMPTED) to post on Tuesday, Feb 22... thanks to Magic 'Manda, she pointed out things were saving to draft instead of publishing... a few days late).
Yesterday, we held our rescheduled "Fun Friday" to "Fun Monday" to accomodate some of the participants naughty behavior. It wasn't my kids on Friday, but I was tempted to can Fun Monday for the same reason yesterday.
Our craft of the day ended up being stretchy cord necklace kits that sell for $1 a piece at Michaels. We were able to find something all the girls would love and all the boys. The girls made purple, flowery peace necklaces. The boys made red, white and blue peace necklaces. Sean, as usual, did not want to make his, but he wanted to wear it. I wasn't surprised. Crafting isn't really Sean's cup of tea. He asked if I would make his for him. Since it was a 20 minute craft for the kids, it took me 2 minutes to string and tie off the stretchy cord.
When Sammie was headed out the door at the end of Fun Monday to sleep over at the neighbors, because of Sean's 8 am EEG scheduled in Ann Arbor, Sean suddenly got really emotional. At first I thought he was upset that Sammie was getting a weeknight sleepover. Instead he had just told Steve that Mommy had made his necklace for me. Sean jumped off the floor, hugged me and said, "I like it so much Mommy. You made it for me and it reminds me that you're always with me." MELT MY HEART.
Today, during his EEG, he would periodically reach up and touch his necklace. When he did, his feet stopped wiggling and he settled down. If he wanted to give me a hug or hold my hand during his EEG and this was the way he could get around not being able to jump out of his chair.
Imagine his dismay when I pointed out tonight at bedtime that he could not wear it to school. He got all teary-eyed and was quite upset wanting to know why. It's St Mary's policy that all jewelry must be religious in nature-- so cross necklace is okay, giant wooden peace sign, not so much. [Though, I could probably make a strong argument why it would be okay... but I'm not willing to make a federal case out of it]. So I offered to make him a necklace he could wear in school.
Are you kidding me?! With all the supplies I have, all I could find was a cheap little celtic style cross that I bought at Wal-Mart when I first started beading. Goodness, gracious. I really want a small wooden cross! So here I sit, blog-plaining (that blogging and whining), and trying to figure out how to make this work. So it's red, white and blue, includes a cross and is kid-friendly/safe. Oh boy...
It just kinda broke my heart when he proclaimed, "If I can't wear my necklace, you can't make me go to school. Nu-uh, I'm not going!" My indulgent side wanted to say, I'll talk to your teacher... but we were told by the neurologist today to treat him like a normal kid-- no special rules (especially since the ways he's special have nothing to do with scaring the crap out of us 10 days ago!). I'm glad he started to smile and wipe his tears when I said, "Sean, I'll make you something dress-code appropriate"
But don't think I won't be on the look out for a nice little wooden cross, instead of a cheap base-metal cross. I'd rather he have a natural material on his skin, not nickel!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
You gotta have friends...
Next to my family, my friends are very important to me. Often, I don't really even distinguish between my family and really great friends. My really great girlfriends, whom I call my BFFs, are really like sisters.
When I meet new people and it seems that a friendship is forming, I always hope that it will evolve into a sisterhood, like several others. I've tried many different ways of fostering this kind of sisterhood relationship, and it often feels like I'm trying to buy the new friend's favor. When I look at things, these sisterhood friendships have evolved on their own. Without my attempts to get people to like me. I can't seem to learn that friendships must grow on their own and not be forced to become something that they are not. In some cases friendships fail... whether through not enough love, cooperation, commitment or general compatibility.
These last few weeks, one particular friendship has been weighing heavily on my heart. I can't seem to connect with this person and I can't seem to accept some of the choices this person is making, which at times are negatively impacting me. (For the record, I'm not talking about Wendell!!). And I've been feeling badly as I feel the distance growing and I've been feeling responsible for the distance growing between us. I'm always the one responsible, right?! (rolling my eyes with that little hang up).
Today in church, Father Reyna was talking about how we cannot control what happens to us, only how we respond and how we can respond. (Yes, Meggles, you've told me this a million times, but I wasn't getting it until today) And it dawned on me that this relationship I've been worrying about is toxic. I behave badly in response to this person's behavior and choices. I'm acting with immaturity (a bit of an eye for an eye justice) and I need to approach this with prayer and turning the other cheek.
So, we'll see how this goes. I don't think it's right for me to pray for this person's choices-- because that implies a judgment on my part and I need to be less judgmental. Instead, I will pray for guidance in this relationship and other new friendships that are forming in my life right now. I will God show me where I need to be instead of trying to be somewhere that is not right.
Sadly, I don't really want to reconcile, make up, or own up to anything in this failing friendship. I feel spent by this situation... I've been at this point before with other people and fought hard to make it work, but it was a one-sided fight. I don't want to go through that again or subject someone else to that kind of pain. I guess if confronted, I'll be gently honest about how I feel, but as of right now, I'm taking the high road and letting God tell me what to do and how to handle things. I am opting to no longer stoop to the level that involves retribution and judgment.
And as we're coming up on Lent, I'm going to start early on my Lenten challenge for this year. (Yes, I know it's supposed to be a sacrifice, but I call it a challenge, becaue sometimes I sacrifice by giving up something and others by taking on something to improve my character-- which in many ways is a sacrifice because I need to give up the easy way of doing things). My challenge for this year is to stop gossiping. I need to not involve myself in that malicious, toxic behavior and act towards others with goodness and concern.
It will be with the aid of my friends that I hold myself accountable to God in this one. Because... you gotta have friends.
When I meet new people and it seems that a friendship is forming, I always hope that it will evolve into a sisterhood, like several others. I've tried many different ways of fostering this kind of sisterhood relationship, and it often feels like I'm trying to buy the new friend's favor. When I look at things, these sisterhood friendships have evolved on their own. Without my attempts to get people to like me. I can't seem to learn that friendships must grow on their own and not be forced to become something that they are not. In some cases friendships fail... whether through not enough love, cooperation, commitment or general compatibility.
These last few weeks, one particular friendship has been weighing heavily on my heart. I can't seem to connect with this person and I can't seem to accept some of the choices this person is making, which at times are negatively impacting me. (For the record, I'm not talking about Wendell!!). And I've been feeling badly as I feel the distance growing and I've been feeling responsible for the distance growing between us. I'm always the one responsible, right?! (rolling my eyes with that little hang up).
Today in church, Father Reyna was talking about how we cannot control what happens to us, only how we respond and how we can respond. (Yes, Meggles, you've told me this a million times, but I wasn't getting it until today) And it dawned on me that this relationship I've been worrying about is toxic. I behave badly in response to this person's behavior and choices. I'm acting with immaturity (a bit of an eye for an eye justice) and I need to approach this with prayer and turning the other cheek.
So, we'll see how this goes. I don't think it's right for me to pray for this person's choices-- because that implies a judgment on my part and I need to be less judgmental. Instead, I will pray for guidance in this relationship and other new friendships that are forming in my life right now. I will God show me where I need to be instead of trying to be somewhere that is not right.
Sadly, I don't really want to reconcile, make up, or own up to anything in this failing friendship. I feel spent by this situation... I've been at this point before with other people and fought hard to make it work, but it was a one-sided fight. I don't want to go through that again or subject someone else to that kind of pain. I guess if confronted, I'll be gently honest about how I feel, but as of right now, I'm taking the high road and letting God tell me what to do and how to handle things. I am opting to no longer stoop to the level that involves retribution and judgment.
And as we're coming up on Lent, I'm going to start early on my Lenten challenge for this year. (Yes, I know it's supposed to be a sacrifice, but I call it a challenge, becaue sometimes I sacrifice by giving up something and others by taking on something to improve my character-- which in many ways is a sacrifice because I need to give up the easy way of doing things). My challenge for this year is to stop gossiping. I need to not involve myself in that malicious, toxic behavior and act towards others with goodness and concern.
It will be with the aid of my friends that I hold myself accountable to God in this one. Because... you gotta have friends.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I've been debating what to say and whether or not to blog about this... but since I can't get the images out of my head... I thought maybe this would help.
On Saturday morning, Steve got up to go to the bathroom and upon returning to be found Sean lying in our bed in the midst of a seizure. There's no other way to describe this other than it's the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. Granted, I live a pretty sheltered life so I haven't really seen that many disturbing things.
All manner of horrible thoughts went through my mind. I wondered if Sean was having an allergic reaction but knew there definitely hadn't been any milk in his food for the last 12 hours... seemed too long for him to be reacting to milk. I had Steve call 911 while I prayed over Sean.
Anyone who has known me for longer than 5 years knows this is probably the most unexpected reaction from me. In that moment, I knew nothing else except the words, "Hail Mary, Full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of they womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death." I kept my hand on his chest and just kept reciting the Hail Mary. Well, I may have known our phone number, because I remember shouting that at Steve. I also remember thinking, please don't let the words "hour of our death" be prophetic here.
Slowly, Sean's breathing stopped from being a sucking sound to a more even breathing. But as his eyes started to focus again, he couldn't get control of his muscles. He wanted to push himself up and roll over, but he couldn't. I pushed him over. I could see he was still trying to move, but he seemed so unable to move himself. It crossed my mind that maybe he had MS.
I made eye contact with him... and asked him if he could talk. He nodded and I asked him to say a Hail Mary with me. He sounded as though he had cotton and marbles in his mouth. I thought "maybe his tongue is swollen, please don't be like this forever."
Steve began to talk to Sean and I ran off to grab my glasses upstairs... I had no idea what time it was and I couldn't see anything past about 3 ft clearly. My friend, Brigette asked me what I was doing, as I flipped on the lights to the front porch and opened the front door. I told her I couldn't see... I needed my glasses... I think she followed me upstairs and I think if the situation hadn't been so blatantly serious, she would have teased me for grabbing a bag and stuffing pant, socks and a shirt for Sean in them. I think she asked me what I was doing... and I said Sean needed clothes.
In what seemed like forever, because I also took time to put on some more appropriate clothes. I looked outside and Summit Township Fire Department Rescue 1 was pulled up in front of my house. I couldn't figure out why they didn't pull up the driveway and why they weren't running (perhaps, it was the inch of icy snow on our driveway?!). They came in and headed straight back to the bedroom. Oddly, here is where my recollection of things goes fuzzy. I recall giving them some basic information-- allergies, age, name-- but can't recall if they actually checked him out.
Shortly thereafter, Jackson County Ambulance (JCA) showed up and they passed off Sean's care to them, after confirming we did indeed want to go to Allegiance Hospital to get checked out. I'm pretty sure I said, "Hell Yeah!" when asked. As I ran around grabbing my purse, putting on shoes, a coat, and grabbing my cell phone, the EMTs got Sean ready to take Sean into the ambulance. I have no idea how they propped the door open, got the gurney in the house, and got Sean on it... but I just followed them out the door-- apologizing for being mostly in my PJs and not shoveling the sidewalk yet. [I dunno what I was thinking on that one, because really who cares about that stuff in that moment?]
Once in the ambulance, Sean started to get nervous. His speech wasn't quite where it should be but he was more "with it." He was worried about shots. So I asked the EMTs if he would need shots... they were honest and answered with a "Maybe." They wanted to do an IV in his arm, so Sean and I said a "Hail Mary" and an "Our Father" (with a pause for Sean to scream when they put the needle in). We then rode to Allegiance with the lights on, but without sirens. I pointed out things along the way to keep Sean engaged... look there's Dr B's house, look there's St Mary's. And I laughed a little hysterically when the EMT asked me how I was doing... If he wasn't passing out sedatives, why bother asking. But I was okay-- he probably thought we were crazy religious or I was suffering from a massive hysterical event. I think I was somewhere in between, definitely religious and a little hysterical (but keeping it together for my little boy). Well, in that moment, I think I was crazy religious... I could feel God's presence in the sense that, I just knew it was okay, but I wasn't going to take any risks. Those Hail Mary's brought peace to me instantly. In this case, crazy is a good thing!
Once at the ER, Steve appeared out of nowhere (I guess he was right behind us and he was miraculously dressed. I'm not sure when he had time --he explained his superman trick later-- apparently when I was chatting with Summit Twp FD about Sean, he slipped into the bathroom and pulled on some decent clothing).
The EMTs passed us off to our Nurse and Nurse tech, giving all of Sean's info.
I've been to Allegiance ER after having Sean and having possible blood clots in my leg (it was muscle fatigue from labor and delivery-- don't ask how I hurt my leg!). This experience was much better. We went right to our room, which was clean and bright. They talked to Sean and us with sensitivity, they kept calm, they assured us, that if Sean had a seizure his behavior (glassy eyes, sleepiness, and general out of it-ness) was very normal and not to worry if he wanted to sleep.
They took blood, Xrays, hooked him up to all the monitors and offered us coffee or water! It took a bit to get him into the CT but they let me stay in the room with him... I promised Sean I wouldn't leave his side or be right outside the room. I started to make phone calls to my mom and older sister and texted with Brigette to cancel the party she came out to attend-- and was really glad for FB on my phone!
It took about an hour to get a response back from the CT, but they discharged us after having consulted with the pediatric ER Dr at U-M. We had instructions to contact the pediatric neurology new onset seizure clinic on Monday.
It was a really unfun experience that was made pleasant by knowing Steve and I were acting in the best interest of our son, knowing that Sean was going to be okay (I recall saying to Steve, while Sean zoned out on Spongebob, that if Sean has seizures, we can deal with that... we just need to know what we're dealing with...), the awesomely calm and professional Summit FD and JCA EMTs, and the great staff at Allegiance ER.
I also would not have been quite as calm if Brigette hadn't been there to take care of Sammie without me having to figure out what to do with Sammie as we left for the ER. And all my friends praying for us.
I was feeling a little down on St Mary's being the right place for us after somethings that happened on Thursday, but it was all wiped away knowing that it was where we need to be right now. Where God is calling us to be. I'm not sure what he's telling us right now regarding the seizures, except stop, smell the roses, kiss your babies and take nothing for granted. Since I don't really get subtlety, I guess I needed to shoved into the rosebush and get a few scratches.
On Saturday morning, Steve got up to go to the bathroom and upon returning to be found Sean lying in our bed in the midst of a seizure. There's no other way to describe this other than it's the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. Granted, I live a pretty sheltered life so I haven't really seen that many disturbing things.
All manner of horrible thoughts went through my mind. I wondered if Sean was having an allergic reaction but knew there definitely hadn't been any milk in his food for the last 12 hours... seemed too long for him to be reacting to milk. I had Steve call 911 while I prayed over Sean.
Anyone who has known me for longer than 5 years knows this is probably the most unexpected reaction from me. In that moment, I knew nothing else except the words, "Hail Mary, Full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of they womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death." I kept my hand on his chest and just kept reciting the Hail Mary. Well, I may have known our phone number, because I remember shouting that at Steve. I also remember thinking, please don't let the words "hour of our death" be prophetic here.
Slowly, Sean's breathing stopped from being a sucking sound to a more even breathing. But as his eyes started to focus again, he couldn't get control of his muscles. He wanted to push himself up and roll over, but he couldn't. I pushed him over. I could see he was still trying to move, but he seemed so unable to move himself. It crossed my mind that maybe he had MS.
I made eye contact with him... and asked him if he could talk. He nodded and I asked him to say a Hail Mary with me. He sounded as though he had cotton and marbles in his mouth. I thought "maybe his tongue is swollen, please don't be like this forever."
Steve began to talk to Sean and I ran off to grab my glasses upstairs... I had no idea what time it was and I couldn't see anything past about 3 ft clearly. My friend, Brigette asked me what I was doing, as I flipped on the lights to the front porch and opened the front door. I told her I couldn't see... I needed my glasses... I think she followed me upstairs and I think if the situation hadn't been so blatantly serious, she would have teased me for grabbing a bag and stuffing pant, socks and a shirt for Sean in them. I think she asked me what I was doing... and I said Sean needed clothes.
In what seemed like forever, because I also took time to put on some more appropriate clothes. I looked outside and Summit Township Fire Department Rescue 1 was pulled up in front of my house. I couldn't figure out why they didn't pull up the driveway and why they weren't running (perhaps, it was the inch of icy snow on our driveway?!). They came in and headed straight back to the bedroom. Oddly, here is where my recollection of things goes fuzzy. I recall giving them some basic information-- allergies, age, name-- but can't recall if they actually checked him out.
Shortly thereafter, Jackson County Ambulance (JCA) showed up and they passed off Sean's care to them, after confirming we did indeed want to go to Allegiance Hospital to get checked out. I'm pretty sure I said, "Hell Yeah!" when asked. As I ran around grabbing my purse, putting on shoes, a coat, and grabbing my cell phone, the EMTs got Sean ready to take Sean into the ambulance. I have no idea how they propped the door open, got the gurney in the house, and got Sean on it... but I just followed them out the door-- apologizing for being mostly in my PJs and not shoveling the sidewalk yet. [I dunno what I was thinking on that one, because really who cares about that stuff in that moment?]
Once in the ambulance, Sean started to get nervous. His speech wasn't quite where it should be but he was more "with it." He was worried about shots. So I asked the EMTs if he would need shots... they were honest and answered with a "Maybe." They wanted to do an IV in his arm, so Sean and I said a "Hail Mary" and an "Our Father" (with a pause for Sean to scream when they put the needle in). We then rode to Allegiance with the lights on, but without sirens. I pointed out things along the way to keep Sean engaged... look there's Dr B's house, look there's St Mary's. And I laughed a little hysterically when the EMT asked me how I was doing... If he wasn't passing out sedatives, why bother asking. But I was okay-- he probably thought we were crazy religious or I was suffering from a massive hysterical event. I think I was somewhere in between, definitely religious and a little hysterical (but keeping it together for my little boy). Well, in that moment, I think I was crazy religious... I could feel God's presence in the sense that, I just knew it was okay, but I wasn't going to take any risks. Those Hail Mary's brought peace to me instantly. In this case, crazy is a good thing!
Once at the ER, Steve appeared out of nowhere (I guess he was right behind us and he was miraculously dressed. I'm not sure when he had time --he explained his superman trick later-- apparently when I was chatting with Summit Twp FD about Sean, he slipped into the bathroom and pulled on some decent clothing).
The EMTs passed us off to our Nurse and Nurse tech, giving all of Sean's info.
I've been to Allegiance ER after having Sean and having possible blood clots in my leg (it was muscle fatigue from labor and delivery-- don't ask how I hurt my leg!). This experience was much better. We went right to our room, which was clean and bright. They talked to Sean and us with sensitivity, they kept calm, they assured us, that if Sean had a seizure his behavior (glassy eyes, sleepiness, and general out of it-ness) was very normal and not to worry if he wanted to sleep.
They took blood, Xrays, hooked him up to all the monitors and offered us coffee or water! It took a bit to get him into the CT but they let me stay in the room with him... I promised Sean I wouldn't leave his side or be right outside the room. I started to make phone calls to my mom and older sister and texted with Brigette to cancel the party she came out to attend-- and was really glad for FB on my phone!
It took about an hour to get a response back from the CT, but they discharged us after having consulted with the pediatric ER Dr at U-M. We had instructions to contact the pediatric neurology new onset seizure clinic on Monday.
It was a really unfun experience that was made pleasant by knowing Steve and I were acting in the best interest of our son, knowing that Sean was going to be okay (I recall saying to Steve, while Sean zoned out on Spongebob, that if Sean has seizures, we can deal with that... we just need to know what we're dealing with...), the awesomely calm and professional Summit FD and JCA EMTs, and the great staff at Allegiance ER.
I also would not have been quite as calm if Brigette hadn't been there to take care of Sammie without me having to figure out what to do with Sammie as we left for the ER. And all my friends praying for us.
I was feeling a little down on St Mary's being the right place for us after somethings that happened on Thursday, but it was all wiped away knowing that it was where we need to be right now. Where God is calling us to be. I'm not sure what he's telling us right now regarding the seizures, except stop, smell the roses, kiss your babies and take nothing for granted. Since I don't really get subtlety, I guess I needed to shoved into the rosebush and get a few scratches.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
It's finally Friday... at least in my time zone. And I'm not sure why the heck I'm up. I will tell you this, though... I'm watching Letterman, whom I do not enjoy, who is interviewing Snooki, whom I enjoy even less than Letterman.
Okay, I'll be honest... I know why I'm up...
1. I got take out for dinner again tonight and for the second night in a row, I got a PEPSI... yeah, and I wonder why my pants aren't fitting.
2. I'm stupidly sensitive and got my feelings hurt today and it threw off my whole day.
3. I attended the St Mary's tuition meeting. Steve says it's okay but I've got sticker shock. I know it's totally worth it. [And yes, Julie, this is the same person who buys premium paper napkins]
4. Steve has a nasty cold and I know that if I turn the TV off, I'll hear him snoring all the way in the living room. I suspect I won't sleep well so I'm not encouraged to go to bed.
5. (and lastly) My BFF Brigette is coming tomorrow and I feel I'm not prepared to have a baby in my house for the weekend. I'm not worried about hearing a kid wake up or something... I mean... I haven't cleaned the bathroom yet and I'm terrified William will choke on a penny that someone dropped. I should go to bed, I only have 17 hours and I'm pretty sure I want to spend 10 of them sleeping (not likely to happen).
Really the crux of the problem is #2. I'm too damn sensitive. And it's always my fault. See... I felt slighted today by something that was said... and it's clearly my fault. I'm confused, though, because when I related the situation to Steve, he said, it wasn't my fault and the whole thing was stupid. I should believe him, but I'm (secretly) convinced that he's worried I'll go all wonky like I did this summer if he tells me the truth. So even though he said, put it out of your mind, I'm sitting here at 12:30 am feeling sorry for myself.
Feeling sorry for myself is just... pathetic. Honestly, like I really have problems?! That's where I'm stuck right now... sorely aware of my inability to be grateful for what I've got... solely focused on my own iniquities.
Okay, I'll be honest... I know why I'm up...
1. I got take out for dinner again tonight and for the second night in a row, I got a PEPSI... yeah, and I wonder why my pants aren't fitting.
2. I'm stupidly sensitive and got my feelings hurt today and it threw off my whole day.
3. I attended the St Mary's tuition meeting. Steve says it's okay but I've got sticker shock. I know it's totally worth it. [And yes, Julie, this is the same person who buys premium paper napkins]
4. Steve has a nasty cold and I know that if I turn the TV off, I'll hear him snoring all the way in the living room. I suspect I won't sleep well so I'm not encouraged to go to bed.
5. (and lastly) My BFF Brigette is coming tomorrow and I feel I'm not prepared to have a baby in my house for the weekend. I'm not worried about hearing a kid wake up or something... I mean... I haven't cleaned the bathroom yet and I'm terrified William will choke on a penny that someone dropped. I should go to bed, I only have 17 hours and I'm pretty sure I want to spend 10 of them sleeping (not likely to happen).
Really the crux of the problem is #2. I'm too damn sensitive. And it's always my fault. See... I felt slighted today by something that was said... and it's clearly my fault. I'm confused, though, because when I related the situation to Steve, he said, it wasn't my fault and the whole thing was stupid. I should believe him, but I'm (secretly) convinced that he's worried I'll go all wonky like I did this summer if he tells me the truth. So even though he said, put it out of your mind, I'm sitting here at 12:30 am feeling sorry for myself.
Feeling sorry for myself is just... pathetic. Honestly, like I really have problems?! That's where I'm stuck right now... sorely aware of my inability to be grateful for what I've got... solely focused on my own iniquities.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Leftovers...
Taking an idea from my blogtastic friend Amanda-- who's participating in the 365 Blog Dare... which I'm too lame to even attempt-- I figured I'd ramble randomly today on things that are bugging me, on my mind or just generally not enough for a full blog. Well, maybe some of them are enough for a blog, I just don't feel like continuing on.
- My job... SERIOUSLY annoyed right now... I have to say, if you want to discontinue using my skills as the Siebel data entry lackey... that's fine (well, not financially), but the randomly turning on and turning off of my account access (along with expired passwords thrown in)... just seriously giving me a headache. I'm beginning to wonder if I just go smile sweetly at the front office at St Mary's if they'll wave my February tuition. It's not quite been that bad...but 12 business days of no access in January... and now, after being turned on again last week (access that is)... it's off again.
- My husband... SERIOUSLY... love this guy... I mean, sure he's got his annoying habits (like not getting out another bag for the recyclables and stacking them randomly and booby-trapping everyone in the house who might want to use the laundry room, basically just me and the cats). But the man puts up with my moods, habits and quirks like it's nothing. On Sunday we (I) decided that chicken wings would be a nice meal option... Except after spending 45 minutes cutting off wing-tips and separating the drummy parts from the wingy parts... ECHH! I was so grossed out... I just shoved them in the oven and walked away. SUPER hero husband took over, flipped them, monitored them, made the wing sauce... while I sat on the couch hoping I'd be able to eat any of it. I did. He's a rock star, really. Even if he did over cook the second batch a bit, according to him anyway... I just thought they were extra crunchy!
- My daughter... oh, that girl is gonna drive me INSANE before she turns 7 (in April). She's seriously beginning to revel in her Tasmanian Devil reputation... last night. I lost it... I squealed... "I can't take it any more... Put your toys away... stop relocating them around the room... I just can't..." And my sweet little son came running in the room.... "Momma, just please calm down... it's gonna be okay." Taz (aka Sammie) suddenly, after 2 hours of pushing barbies around the room, managed to clean it up in the 10 minutes it took to get dinner finished and served. I wanted to pull my hair out. SOMEONE please tell me she'll outgrow this... even if you have to lie about it.
- My son... still a little hinky in the behavior department... mostly because I can never tell when he'll chill out and be able to look at the situation with humor and when he'll stomp, scream, and lose it. Huh, given my last comment on my little princes... it's a real wonder where he gets that mood-swinging, volatility from... I just don't understand.
- My Mom...the phone rang at 7:10 am... i knew it was mumsy... because ... well, who else would call that early. This morning's call was to warn us about the impending storm (did you know there's a blizzard coming?!), to tell us to go get my Dad's truck (yes, tell us... strongly and repeatedly... not recommend), and to inquire whether we had stocked up on food. Sigh... I know this is my future, but I do hope that I think my kids have some more brains in their heads than I've been given credit for... really, I do!
- My friends...
- Sad... one friend is hurting... though there are claims that 'it's all good.' I'm not buying it at all. It's not good, but go ahead and act like it is... I'm not fooled... you know where I keep my hugs.
- Miraculous... another friend, well acquaintance really, had the cops deliver her baby on Sunday in her bathroom... she's fine and the baby's doing well although 6 weeks early. God protect them and keep them safe, please!!!
- Funny... my friends are hands down HILARIOUS... shout out to Brigette (her ring tone is "I like to move it, move it..." from Madagascar... because she and I are so much like those idiotic animals (and one of them is even named Alex!)). BTW, did you know there's a blizzard coming... thank GOD she warned me. My cheeks still hurt from laughing! I'm going to be sick next weekend and sore from the hijinx that will ensure... glad the BLIZZARD is this week and not next, I need me some Aunt BEEE!
- My God Son... yeah... little Daniel got his cast off today. My poor sweet little boy. Here's hoping the raffle gods pull his name out of the $2 raffle on Saturday... he needs a college fund!
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