Monday, December 21, 2009
I wanted to tell you what a good girl I've been all year. But I see you noticed it yourself. And as a treat for me, for being such a good girl, you gave me pleurisy. What better gift to give a working mom of three kids ages 3 and under, but an inflammation of the lining of my right lung. My favorite part is the piercing pain I feel in my chest every time I cough or sneeze.
Thank you especially for blessing me with this four days before Christmas. Because, as you can imagine, I've got nothing else going on in my life right now.
I will start thinking of my Christmas wish for next year as soon as I can. One of my friends has strep and she thinks it's a blast, so perhaps something like that can grace my stocking next December.
Merry Christmas to you Santa!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I was thinking this morning about how Keith keeps making comments about how I don't remember things anymore. Let's get this straight - it's not like I forget that the stove is on or drive away without shutting the garage door (and I've never driven around the block to make sure that the door is, in fact, shut). But it's little things that apparently bother him. He's been talking about carpet for like a week now. We need to re-carpet our family room. But do I really care about the density or nylon vs. polyester? No. I just want pretty carpet that prevents stains. Also, one that vacuums itself would be a bonus. Most conversations Keith and I have had lately mention carpet and particles and density and a bunch of other blah blah blah. And for the life of me, I can't force myself to remember each brand of carpet and it's qualities. But because I don't remember all things carpet or have to ask him three times, "which one is that again?", he feels my memory is shot.
But let's talk about why my brain is full and not accepting new (and boring) information:
- I had 3 kids in 2 years. The twins took all my iron and half my brain cells.
- I work full-time at a job where I am the only person who evaluates the hundreds of transcripts we get each year. I am the one responsible for deciding if a course can be used in a transferable degree. And that's just one of the things I do. My brain is filled with college codes, our courses, other schools' courses, names of contacts, policies, procedures, charts, catalogs and a myriad of other crap. Not to mention, I'm the one building degrees and certificates into our degree audit system. I'm basically doing programming. All the other colleges that use our same student system hire IT people to do what I'm doing. I am not IT. I have a master's in history. I'm winging it here.
- I spend my evenings watching The Wiggles and doing laundry and cleaning up the floor from dinner (the twins just looove to throw their food on the floor to let us know they are done eating) and picking up the messes from the kids and packing diaper bags and have very little time to actually sit and do something I want to do or get to bed before 11 p.m.
- The alarm goes off at 5 a.m. every morning. I've been tired since March 3, 2008. (That is the day of my 20 week u/s where I found out I was having twins.)
- My kids have had one or more sicknesses since the beginning of September. It's hard keeping track of medicines and dr's appointments and scheduling of shots (and rescheduling because of illness. And then rescheduling again because of other illnesses.)
And you know what? I do it all without the help of valium or vodka or any other mind-numbing substance. Although I do think life might seem easier if I did start drinking. Or course if I drank, then perhaps I would forget to do the big things - like turn the stove off. And quite possibly I might be able to sleep through Colin's late night parties. The other night he was up until after 1 a.m., just hanging out. He wanted to watch the damn Wiggles. I'd put him in his crib and he'd scream until his sister woke up. I love him, but seriously when will teething be over?
So because of all these things, I must admit that my brain has reached capacity and will no longer be accepting new information. At least until the new year. Could someone please tell my husband so he can stop talking about carpet?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Today I read a cool post with a ghost story over at Confessions From A Working Mom . It got me thinking about the ghost stories I have enjoyed reading over time. During my grade school years, I would constantly have a book with me. If it wasn't a classic (...ahhh The Catcher in the Rye and Little Women were favories), it was a ghost story. One of my favorite books has always been Rebecca, by Daphne Du Maurier. Now that isn't a traditional ghost story, like perhaps Dickens' A Christmas Carol or Straub's Ghost Story. But it was a haunting tale of life and love lost. I read this book at least once a year.
Something I don't tell a lot of people - I could read in kindergarten. Full sentences. No one else could, and the teacher made a big deal about it, so I lied and said I had the book at home and read it with my mom a lot. Total lie. It was the first time I had seen the book. But my love affair with books had begun. I devoured anything I could, and usually read above my grade level in school - thus why I read The Catcher in the Rye in grade school. One of the things about motherhood is that I have no time to read anymore. It's something I really miss.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Connor - double ear infection, sinus infection, gross sinus crap leaking from eyes
Colin - had a high fever (lie 104-105) for days after getting over an ear infection. Broke out in a rash on Sunday. Diagnosis: viral infection. (Now that the fever is gone, he is stuck with lots of teething pain too.)
Me - after suffering from a bad cough for 4 days (co-workers were telling me how awful I sounded) and being up all night coughing, I finally went to the doc. Severe enough to get put on THREE medicines.
Keira - ear infection
Now it's Thursday. We paid enough money in doctor's appointments and prescriptions that I am really hoping Keith stays healthy. Because my birthday is on Sunday and I'd like the household to have one non-sick day!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Scene: The twins are fighting over a bag used to store all the Little People we have. Afraid someone might bite her brother, I place the bag in a time out. Connor goes and picks up the bag.
Connor: I give the bag to the babies.
Me: No, they don't get the bag right now because they were fighting over it.
Connor: They not fighting, they sharing. They want the bag. They love it.
Me: Connor do you want to help me put the ornaments on the tree or watch your new Mickey Christmas movie?
Connor: Mickey Christmas!
Me: Ok, while you watch it, I'm going to put the ornaments on the tree.
Connor: But Mommy, I want to do it. We do it together, okay?
Me: Connor, once the ornaments are on the tree, we don't touch them.
Connor: But Mommy, I love them.
And my favorite conversation:
(Let me say that Connor is currently suffering from a double ear infection and a sinus infection, which is causing a bunch of gross sinus crap to seep out his eyes. He is being such a trooper about the whole thing. His eyes are all swollen and red.)
Last night at dinner:
Me: I need to talk to you.
Connor: I can't.
Me: You can't what?
Connor: I can't talk.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
My cough is getting worse. Not to mention the cough medicine I took last night had a funny taste. When I said something to the hubby about it, he looked at the bottle and said, "It expired 14 months ago."
Needless to say, it didn't help with the cough too much.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
However, this past weekend, the kids decided they all wanted to sit on the little couch we have. (The one we don't really allow them to play with anymore due to them tipping it over and climbing it.) So now I have this cute picture:
Granted Colin looks stoned and Connor is watching the Wiggles on TV, but I just may break down and use it for my cards. Do you know how tired I am? I'm not sure I have the energy to stage the photoshoot that exists in my head. Besides, there is no snow. And it will take forever to dress three uncooperative kids in their holiday gear. And once I let them loose in an open space, there is no guarantee I will be able to catch all of them to pose them.
I may have Keith photoshop the background out so that people can't see how trashed the living room is. ;)
Monday, November 16, 2009
Anyway, I refuse to listen to any and all Christmas until the day after Thanksgiving.
However... Last Wednesday was my floating holiday. I took the day off to start my Christmas shopping (since weekends are limited due to the family room improvement project that was supposed to take a month but will really take two).
I am very ashamed to admit I broke out one of my favorite CDs, The Best of Christmas, Part One. You can't find this CD in any store since I made it myself. It's got all the best Christmas songs on it. And I listened to it. Way before Thanksgiving. I'm so ashamed.
On the other hand, one of the reasons I enjoy Christmas music so much is that it brings such a calming peace to me. And with everything that is going on in my life: the house that's a disaster, the twins who have no words but prefer to scream their frustrations, the three-year old who refuses to listen, the job that really kind of sucks, and the husband who is a tad on the crabby side (see comment regarding the family room improvement project), I didn't realize how much I needed to hear a couple of Christmas songs.
But now, I will be strong. I will put away that CD (and The Best of Christmas, Part Two as well) for another 11 days and bring them out again on November 27. After tonight of course, since today was a particularly hellish day at work. ;)
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
I've got nothing else to post about except that since September 9, one or more of the kids have had some sort of sickness. And now, Colin has hives, a rash and a fever. The doctor said it's a viral infection. Although now with the fever sprouting up, it could be a return of his ear infection. He just finished his antibiotic last Sunday. I'm so tired.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
They rarely like to be away from their loveys for long. When you tell them to go get their loveys, they walk over and grab their comfort object. However, we do find them on the floor a lot, and it's very cute to see Colin pick up Keira's lovey and walk it over to her, and vice versa. Keira will also pick up Colin's boo-boo (pacifier) and give it to him, although usually then she likes to take it back and walk away.
On their first day of daycare, I packed 2 taggies and 2 gerber cloths in the diaper bag. But we forgot to mention who gets what. The daycare people assumed that the gerber cloths really were to be used as burp rags, so they only pulled out the pink and blue taggie blankets. Going off of colors, they handed Keira the pink one and Colin the blue one. The next day, Keith mentioned to them how the loveys really work. The daycare person said that made a lot of sense now as to why Colin looked at the taggie and then tried to hand it back to her.
The lovey queen has had two additions to her collection (a purple one and a mini-blue one). Upon seeing a lovey, she insists on having it immediately, regardless of the fact that she may already have one in each hand. On Tuesday, when I was home from work taking care of sick kids (again), I watched her at nap time. She would slowly push her lovey bit by bit out between the crib slats until it fell to the ground, then promptly burst into tears.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
However, last night Keith brought the kids home and put them all in our super elegant playyard that makes up most of our living room. And yes we are quite dumb because our couch is currently located in the playyard. He went upstairs for just a moment (or so he says). When he came back down, he was not surprised to see Colin standing on the couch, yanking on my sheers. The big jaw-dropping moment was when he looked to the other end of the couch, and there was Miss Petunia, laughing and playing with the curtains. On the couch. My late walker with the low-muscle tone has learned to climb.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
But here are just a few of the reasons that I love this time of year:
- Pumpkin coffee and lattes:
- Fall decorations:
- Candy corn (although Keith loves it more than me)
- How cute my kids look all dressed up (Oct 2008):
- The trees, as they go through their yearly ritual of change. Green leaves turn to bright orange, sunny golds, and deep auburn. They scatter the ground and create a beautiful sound under our feet as we walk.
- The cool breeze as it turns into a sharp wind, creating the need for jackets and scarves.
"Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow."
"Even if something is left undone,
everyone must take time to sit still
and watch the leaves turn."
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
The twins were on the mend, but on Monday night, Keira had a fever, probably due to teething. But they won't take fevers at daycare, so they missed their third day. And we misunderstood the policy (part-time is different than full-time) so by not sending either kid, we lost out on $110.
I stayed home with everybody and it literally was the day from hell. Having caught their cold, I felt crappy. And the twins cried most of the day. Connor started acting up in the afternoon too. I heard Colin crying and I asked Connor if he hit Colin. He said no. Then I asked him why was Colin crying. Connor replied, "Because I hit him." Hmpf.
Finally by Wednesday night, everyone was getting better. The twins had a so-so day at daycare. Then last night Colin started w/ a fever of 102. We are taking the kids for their 1 year/3 year pictures tomorrow. That should be fun.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
This diagnosis was added to my never-ending list titled, "Weird things that happen to Sarah"
Other items on the list include:
- Being kissed by a gas station attendant
- Having some random (drunk) guy grab my behind while on a tour of New Orleans
- Having some 12 year old kid try to grope me while I was walking around a college campus
- Having to swing and hit the kid with my umbrella
- Winning $1,000 on a scratch lottery ticket (not all the weird things are bad things)
- Winning a gift certificate to a jewelry store and using it to buy a nicer wedding band with diamonds in it
- Getting pregnant with twins even though I never did fertility treatments and twins do NOT run in my family
This list goes on and on. As Keith and I walked out of the office, I had my WTF moment as to why in the world would I get vertigo? Not like I don't have much else going on with my life.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Anyway, on day one of vacation, all three kids got sick. One even threw up, all over me. Lovely.
The rest of the time went great, despite it being 150 degrees out over the weekend. And our zoo trip was canceled due to illness. I really didn't want to come back to work.