Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A Useful Project

Remember when I mentioned Maddie had lost her kitty? Still no luck on finding another one. What kills me is knowing somewhere out there is a kitty sitting unused in some toybox. I know we have stuffed animals laying around our house and somewhere is a mother desperately trying to find one.

Then I thought "hey there should totally be a place where people can post pictures of animals they are looking for!". Apparently the internets are 10 steps ahead of me. What next? Buying stuff on the internet?

Anyway this website is pretty cool. You can send in a picture of what you are looking for, and maybe someone has it or has seen it online somewhere. I check every few days to see if I have anything that someone can use. I did have one stuffed animal, and I sent it off a few weeks ago. So if you have a bit of time, go take a look and see if you can help someone out. I will warn you some of the stories are a bit sad. Kids in hospitals and such. Those are the ones I would really like to see found.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Hot Lunch

Dinner discussion:

Bud: Owen do you want to buy your lunch tomorrow? The menu is tacos, with an apple and a turnover.

Owen: What's a turnover?

Me: It is a crust with fruit inside.

Owen: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Me: Crust, pastry, dough with filling inside maybe apple, or some other fruit.

Owen: What?

Bud: LIKE A PIE! Do you want to buy lunch tomorrow or not?

Owen: Ok

Next day in the car:

Owen: Why didn't you guys tell me I was buying lunch today?


Bud: How was the turnover?

Owen: What?

Me: The turnover, how was it?

Owen: There wasn't a turnover.

Me: Then what did you have for dessert?

Owen: There wasn't a dessert.

Bud: There is always a dessert.

Owen: I don't know what you are saying.

Bud: grips steering wheel

Me: *kill me*

Owen: Hey, why didn't you guys tell me there was going to be pie?

Are all 6 year old boys like this? When does it end? Every conversation is like this, he just don't focus. I pity his future wife.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

What a pain in the....

My whole life I have had headaches. I was diagnosed with migraines when I was two. (I don't know how they diagnose that but whatever) I remember leaving my friends house one evening when I was suppose to spend the night because I had a migraine. They have varied in frequency depending on the amount of stress in my life. The last few years I haven't had many migraines. But I do still get wicked bad headaches. (Many people assume a really bad headache is a migraine.....but they are different).

When I had my six week check I mentioned to the doctor that I was getting headaches nearly every day. She told me to see my primary care doctor, which I told her for the last 6 years I have been pregnant or nursing, she IS my primary care doctor. Which she didn't find amusing, if I ever find a doctor with a sense of humor, I will never leave them. So I made an appointment with a new doctor and finally got in last week. Basically I feel like I am falling apart. I have scoliosis, which causes a lot of back and neck pain, which triggers many of my headaches. I also have the tummy troubles. Teaching is not the best profession when your intestines decide liquification is the best option. So I went to the doctor and described all my woes.

For the stomach she suggested probiotics, less fatty foods and GASP cut out my three beautiful Pepsi's each day. So she sucks. But maybe has a point. I love my soda, it is a bright spot in my day. I love the taste, the caffeine, but mostly the carbonation. So I need to find something bubbly, but less harmful to the belly. Sigh

For my head, she gave me a prescription for a muscle relaxant, which should reduce my neck and back caused headaches. I mentioned the breastfeeding and was surprised by her response. She was very "breastfeeding is nice, but you need to take care of yourself, and take medication that YOU need to feel good." Which is odd, because when you are pregnant doctors don't really give a shit about you, just the baby. So that was totally weird, but she did prescribe something that should be okay.

So I took one Friday night, and maybe went into a coma, Bud said he kept checking to see if I was still breathing. I didn't even wake up when Ellie woke up in the morning, Bud got up with her. I think I slept for 9 straight hours, which is amazing for me. I usually wake up a lot with my back hurting, or to go to the bathroom, or because I one of the children's breathing changed rhythm. Then I can't fall back to sleep, and I lay there for an hour or two. So the sleep was great but I don't think I can take them on school nights. Unless I got to bed at 8:00.

I didn't take one Saturday night and woke up this morning with a horrifying headache. I realized I only had one soda yesterday, so some of it was caffeine withdrawal. So I took a few excedrin migraine(worthless), took a nap, then I finally took part of a lortab (they make me sick so I only take half), and drank two Pepsi's (apparently pain in the head trumps pain in the belly)

Anyway, I am thankful I don't get migraines like my SIL. She starts projectile vomiting for hours. One afternoon she called me when one started. I got to her house 15 minutes later to take my nephew for her. She had left a trail of vomit throughout her house. I really wanted to be the awesome SIL who cleaned it all up for her so she wouldn't have to deal with it later. I really tried, but finally gave up, because it was bad and I figured my brother could handle it. She gets them once or twice a month, she has tried a variety of medications, but hasn't had a ton of luck. So I count myself lucky.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


It's funny reading comments on the last post. I started by saying that being back at work was killing me, but thinking about it made me realize it is Bud and I being back at work that is killing me. All three of my kids are born in May, which means that after a few weeks Bud has been home with me.

All summer I have read blogs of many awesome ladies who had also recently had a third baby (is three the new two kids?). I spent all that time wondering how the heck ya'll do it without your husband at home. How do you wrangle two older kids and tend a baby? I had it easy because Bud and I could switch off, one baby equals two older kids. Even during June when he was finishing his masters I could still run and shower and not wonder if the kids would burn the house down. If one kid kept me awake, I could sleep in and he could get up with the kids. Very few mothers have that luxury.

If I stayed home the schedule wouldn't change that much. I would take the two girls with me to drop Owen off at school, I would still need to get them ready to get out the door. Then we would probably head somewhere to run errands or something. Then home for lunch and naps. Then pick up Owen and the rest of the evening would be the same. I wouldn't need to pump, but we wouldn't be able to afford the cleaning lady. ( which I am kind of embarrassed about having, it seems snooty, and lazy and pathetic) So I would have to spend more of my time cleaning. Plus I am guessing Bud would not help as much.

Work is the easy part of my day. Teenagers are fun, I love my job. Financially, I have to have a job, I am lucky enough that I have one that is fun. It also gives me the opportunity to spend more time with my family than most other professions. I frequently wish I could stay home, but I don't know that I would do that great of a job. I am not good about doing "kid stuff". Bud is always the one to suggest going to a museum, or park(I'm not an outside girl), or a movie. When he stays home with a sick kid, the house is cleaner, dinner is done and the tv is off.

Anyway, I know we will find better systems to make things run more smoothly. I need to let go of my dinner expectations. I really hate take-out, so I attempt to cook full on meals everynight. I need to let Bud cook two nights a week and stop being a control freak. Soup and sandwiches is a perfectly acceptable mid-week dinner. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy, more of a weekend dinner.