There should be a rule.

 If anyone has had strep throat you know it can range from a very mild case to feeling like you are on your deathbed. Well, let me put it this way, every single time I get strep I feel like I am on my deathbed! Kenny woke up on Wednesday morning with a fever so he decided to work from home.  My oldest son woke up Wednesday morning with a sore throat. He had no other symptoms, no fever, nothing. I'm kind of a hard-nosed parent when it comes to skipping school, so I made him get dressed and go to school. I met a friend for breakfast that day and felt totally fine until that evening.  I always know I'm getting sick when my hair hurts and my skin hurts.  It didn't take me long to figure out what it was.  Unfortunately, I know the symptoms very well. By Thursday morning, I was miserable.  Kaden woke up feeling fine and not complaining of a sore throat, so I sent him off to school and made a doctor's appointment for myself.  Sure enough, the strep test came back positive!  I felt certain that Kenny had strep throat also, even though he had forced himself to go to work that day.  Thankfully, the doctor was willing to write prescriptions for both of us.  When I left the doctor's office that day I had a nagging feeling that Kaden may have strep too, even though he didn't have many symptoms.  So, I called to get him an appointment also....and in case you are wondering, no they won't just call in a prescription even though there has been a positive strep test for the mother in the family who is too sick to bring her son into the office. No exceptions. BLAH! :(  So, thankfully my father-in-law was willing to take him to the doctor for me.  Just as we suspected, the strep test was positive for Kaden also.  By Friday, I was pretty much incapacitated on the couch and Kenny was pretty useless on the recliner, while the 3 kids ran circles around us! Somehow my house managed to go from clean to trashed over a matter of 24 hours!   Kenny's parents stepped in to help out as much as they could, which was a blessing.  But, any meals the kids had while at home consisted of whatever they could get out of the pantry by themselves...goldfish, poptarts, oatmeal creme pies....There should definitely be a rule that both parents should NEVER be sick at the same time! Whew, I'm glad that's over!

Trying to pick up the habit! No, not cigarettes...

Ok, so it's been a couple months since I have written anything on my blog.  Several major things have been blog worthy, but I just haven't managed to take the time to write about them. Imagine that.  Me, a mother of 3 kids, throw Christmas into the mix, and a week off from school due to snow, but somehow I can't find the time to write my blog! Go figure.

Anyway, to back peddle a little bit, ok A LOT, I want to tell you about a hard lesson I learned right before Christmas.  Wii remote straps are there for a reason!  Mothers should remind 4 year old boys with wii remotes to wear the strap.  This mother learned the hard way that wii remotes crack glass.  Cracked glass on a plasma tv turns the screen black. Broken plasma tvs cost more to fix than to buy new.  And last but not least, insurance plans bought with the tv do not cover accidents.  Very, very hard lesson learned.


And, for anyone who *might* read this blog. I promise to keep up with it more often!!! I really do enjoy writing it, I just need to make a habit of it! :)

Diagnosis= SDD (Shopping Deficit Disorder)

I have decided that I am the WORST female shopper on the planet!!  I mean who spends 2 hours in a store, scrutinizing every item in the store, only placing a few items into the cart, then just before it's time to check out changing your mind and putting everything back onto the shelves, then walking out empty handed???  That would be me!!!  I'm so consumed with making sure I get just the perfect gift at just the perfect price that it literally paralyzes me.  So, after a grand total of 3.5 hours of shopping today I finally picked "just the right gift" which turned out to be an art table (Step 2 All Around Art Tower) for the kids and loaded it up in the pouring RAIN by myself.  Kolby had asked for an easel for Christmas, but with 3 kids I worried the 2-person easel would just cause never ending battles over who gets to color.  So I decided to get an art table instead so all 3 kids could color at the same time! Problem solved!  After I got home, I showed a picture of it to Kolby online and asked him if he *might* want that art table instead and his response was, "No, I hate that one!" Ugh!  Christmas spirit = Squelched.

Is it really too much to ask????

Today when we were leaving from getting professional Christmas pictures taken one person was stomping away and crying....and it wasn't any of my kids!  Is it really so difficult to look at the camera and smile all at the same time?  It's not like I'm asking my kids to find a cure for cancer or anything!  So after 8-10 clicks of the professional's camera Mommy gave up.  Several photos had tongues exposed, several had eyes in different directions, and several had smileless blank stares.  I pleaded with my kids to no avail to cooperate for just one picture.  I stomped away feeling frustrated and couldn't stop the tears from flowing.  Have you ever had those moments where you know it's ridiculous to cry, but you couldn't stop crying anyway?  Yeah, that was me today.

Moms sacrifice so much for their children.  I do EVERYTHING for my kids.  I don't ask for much in return...just two small things.  1) Sleep in on Saturdays and 2) Look at the camera and smile!  Is it really too much to ask????  (by the way, neither of those things ever happen). 

I'm sure someone is bound to tell me that one day I will look back on these days and miss them.  And, I'm sure they are right.  But for now, I look forward to the day I can sleep in on Saturdays and I can't wait to hear my kids complain that my grandchildren refuse to cooperate for photographs.  I will probably just stick my tongue out at them and say...."Karma, baby!"  :-P

Recovering from a long weekend at Nana's house....

It's like a baby hangover. Only rather than a headache, it comes in the form of a whine.  What is it with one long weekend at the grandparent's house that turns my kids into little demons?  It was a fun birthday weekend for Kaden, but let me tell you the aftermath has been horrendous!  My sweet little angel has cried and screamed those ear piercing screams over the tiniest issues today.  Geez Kolby, just give her whatever she wants so she'll stop screaming!!! Yes, I went that far.

Have you ever wondered what the "stuffing" of a diaper consists of?  Well, I found out a long time ago when I accidentally washed one in the washing machine.  My kids however, had no idea.....until last night.  Did I ever mention how difficult it is to get my kids to go to sleep?  In the midst of their playing around upstairs somehow Kensley's diaper was ripped off and slung around while little clear jelly-like beads came raining down all over the place!  That's another $.50 someone owes me in manual labor....

A friend of mine on a "mommy forum" just posted this for me in one of her blogs. :)  Thanks Abby!  I thoroughly enjoy writing about the reality of having kids.  I'm hoping it will be like a breath of fresh air and an opportunity for everyone to realize that their crazy life is just as NORMAL as the next person's life!  This blog award is one that you "pay it forward" to keep it going!  I'd like to give it to my friend Abbey!  She is an awesome mom, wife, and friend!

What is it with the blue ink???? Today I come downstairs from getting ready for the day and Kensley is sitting on the couch sucking on a blue marker.  AAAHHHH!  Luckily is wiped off well with a baby wipe, but geez, I can't imagine ink from a marker would taste that great.

Today I spent most of the morning baking cupcakes and a cake for Kaden's birthday this weekend.  I was so busy in the kitchen that I neglected the other housework.  You can only imagine the tornado that went through the living room.  At one point Kensley went outside to play.  I usually open the kitchen window when she does that so I can see and hear her.  She climbed up into her swing, buckled herself in, and proceeded to say "Mommy!" about 500 times.  Each and every time I told her I was cooking and couldn't leave the kitchen to come outside and push her on the swing.  She was content to sit there for about 20 minutes yelling "Mommy!" every other breath.  I finally shut the window.  (I want to add that I did finally push her once I was done in the kitchen).

I have decided that naptime in the car is the best thing in the world.  I had about 10 minutes to spare today before I had to pick Kaden up from school.  Kolby and Kensley fell asleep in the car on the way.  I whipped the van into a church parking lot, locked the doors, laid my head back and took a 10 minute nap.  I have decided that I might leave 10 minutes early every day! :)

Does anyone know how much Goodnite pull-ups cost individually?  My kids are about to find out!  They cost $0.69 per pull-up.  Kaden and Kolby still both need to wear one every single night.  That's $1.38 per night, for 365 nights a year.  That's a grand total of $503.70 a year to buy Goodnites.  Gulp! Yeah, that's what I did too.  So, you can imagine my frustration at bedtime when Kaden and Kolby got into a ripping fight with their pull-ups and I walk into their bedroom to find their pull-ups torn apart and ruined!!  Yeah,  I plan to get my $1.38 back in manual labor!!!!

I still have all my hair today.  That's a plus.  Today started with a very cranky 4 year old who didn't want to get up to go to preschool, didn't want to brush his teeth, and didn't want to get dressed.  This is the same 4 year old who didn't want the Poptart from the BACK of the foil package, he wanted the Poptart from the FRONT of the foil package!  When it was time to leave I couldn't shove him out the door fast enough!!! Grrrr....

I took a shower today.  Did I mention that one of the heating elements is out on my water heater. Yeah, I've never taken a shower so fast!  After getting ready for the day, I came downstairs to find Kensley with a very blue mouth.  Did she find a sucker? Nope.  She had found one of Kaden's stamps and decided to suck the ink out.  Maybe I should consider putting the number for poison control on speed dial.  Thankfully it was harmless and a baby wipe got most of the blue off. Almost.

So today was a big day for Kolby.  His last visit to the orthopaedic doctor who would hopefully tell me that his collarbone was all healed up.  I picked him up early from school since I've been too nervous to let him stay long enough for recess on the playground (actually I'm not as nervous as the teacher, I think).  Within 2 minutes of picking him up he was demanding (in a very sassy voice) that I needed to buy him a toy. "Listen here little man, I've got news for you.  You will not demand things of me.  You are not getting a toy.  I was hoping you and I could enjoy some one-on-one time today. Don't ruin it by disrespecting me or disobeying me. Let's start over right now!"  He was ANGEL from that moment on.

We had about 2 hours to kill before heading to the doctors office.  Kolby fell asleep in the car.  I pulled into the parking lot of a park, locked the doors, and leaned my seat back to catch a little nap myself.  There were a few moms and their kids playing. I felt pretty safe to take a little cat nap.  About 15 minutes later I woke up and was quietly playing on my phone and letting Kolby sleep a little longer.  There is no way the mom at the park COULDN'T see me.  What does she do??  She pushes the lock button about 3 times to "make sure" her van was locked causing her horn to beep 3 times! Kolby's eyes shot open.  Are you kidding me?!  I'm glad the daggers I shot at her weren't real.

So Kolby was given the "all clear" at the doctor. Yay!  Then the receptionist told me our balance. What?! They must be out of their minds!!! A) I saw the doctor less than 5 minutes in the 3 visits combined. B) He didn't do a single thing but tell me his collarbone was indeed broken (I knew that) and that Kolby needed to stay off the monkey bars (duh).  So what exactly do we owe hundreds of dollars for????? Needless to say I did not come home in a good mood.

Frozen pizza for dinner.  No bath (barely any hot water anyway). Bedtime at 7:30.  I think I might be winning Mother of the Year award this year.