Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Merry Christmas 2009

Why pose for Christmas card pictures when you can kick the wall instead?

Monday, December 21, 2009

A Letter to Santa (From Me)

Dear Santa,

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

My brain has reached its capacity

My husband thinks something is wrong with me. He feels that I do not remember things the way that I used to. I've tried explaining to him that I've got a lot going on, that he can't expect me to remember every little thing he says to me (because a lot of what he talks about lately is carpet and sanding and tile for the new bathroom/family room remodel project and frankly I find all that talk boring anyway...)

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

Truthful Tuesdays

Confessions from a Working Mom

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

Status Report

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

Conversations with Connor, Part One

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


I don't know which one of them got me sick. Probably the cute little one that sneezed all over my arm and then stuck his pacifier in my mouth. Or the one who sucks her thumb and then rubs my face and hair. Or the other one who loves to give kisses now, but sometimes doesn't realize that he needs to stop the kiss and cover his mouth before coughing in my face.

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.