Monthly Archives: December 2008

Santa Might Frown on That

Partway through this morning, W~ walked up to me out of the blue.

“Mom, if you kill your parents you don’t get anything for Christmas.”

Um, yeah, that’s true.

Given how our morning had been going up to that point, I probably don’t want to know what internal conversation occurred to lead him to that final, somewhat disturbing, conclusion.


Leave a comment

Filed under just plain bizarre, Kids

This is the (Sometimes Too Real) Life

First–thank you all for your congratulations and well-wishes. I feel guilty about not responding to all of the comments, but I haven’t been around my computer much the past few days. I’m afraid to even look at my Google reader and see how many blog posts are waiting for me to catch up on reading. But I have been checking your comments from my phone, and they have been awesome to see.


You know what I was saying the other day about perfect days?

Monday, we got up, got ready, and headed to the beach. The kids played in the sand and the (little) waves. We had boogie boards, so they paddled themselves around. They dug in the sand, building ponds and dams. C~ and I walked up and down the shore, watching for the abundant hermit crabs scuttling around in the water. He would get down on hands and knees, watching them move. He went back and forth between asking me to pick them up, and begging to pick them up himself (which he did very carefully, and always put them back gently). We ate leftover pizza on the beach and just had a fabulous time soaking in the sunlight that is so scarce in our area this time of year.

That night, we headed to a local park where the kids ran through fountains and tossed footballs while the adults grilled steaks with mushrooms and baked potatoes. We all ate them and some awesome fruit together before heading home for the evening.

It was a wonderful day.

Too bad it’s all gone to crap since then.

I woke up in the middle of the night Monday to the sound of Sean shivering next too me. When we got up yesterday morning, he couldn’t even stand up straight due to a backache. He’s been congested, had a sore throat, and has been running a fever. In short, he has the flu, and he’s worthless. He has spent much of the past two days passed out, which has left me trying to deal with kids mostly alone (although today was not nearly as bad as yesterday).

Of course, yesterday was also the day that we had committed to go to his great-aunt’s house. There was no way we could bow out since we knew she had been killing herself to make a whole turkey dinner. We drug his sorry butt the 45 minutes to her place, where she tried repeatedly to pump him full of her prescription medication and, I’m certain, thought I was a horrible person when I told her that a fever of 102.4 was not cause for a visit to the emergency room. We ended up leaving early, so we will make another trip down there this week to make up for it.

This morning, when E~ woke up at 5:30 and wouldn’t go back to sleep, and it was obvious that Sean still wasn’t in any mood to contribute to the parenting, I cried. Literally. And I’m not a crier. But, dang it, I haven’t been getting enough sleep, I have overstimulated kids who are off of their normal schedule, and I’m in my first trimester. That last one alone is enough to justify the constant, bone-numbing exhaustion. This morning, though, it was just too much. I had me a mini-breakdown.

Thankfully, my mother-in-law decided to step in and play angel of mercy. She and her husband took all four kids to a local children’s museum that recently opened. During the few hours that they were gone, I was able to get a shower and take a nap. Life was tolerable again after that–especially since she and I went shopping later while the kids took naps.

Which brings me to yet another reason why I wish I could spend two or three months a year down here (that would be the time between Christmas and Spring). We visited the most amazing produce stand today. Honestly, traffic around it was screwed up from all of the people trying to pull in and out. I couldn’t help grabbing pineapple, coconut, blueberries, plums and sugar snap peas to snack on (in addition to the stuff we actually went there for).

Ahhh…This is the life.

Sean will be better tomorrow. He doesn’t have a choice. I’ll have to beat the snot out of him if he isn’t.


Filed under Holidays, vacation

I’m Exhausted and Nauseous…

…and it has nothing to do with eggnog.

I promised you all that I would take the password off of my “secret” posts after Christmas.



Fa La Blahs


And now you know.


Filed under pregnancy

A Perfect Day

There have been several times in the past–in memes and games–what my “perfect” day would be. I’ve never really had a good answer for it. I’m a lot closer to that, now.

At this moment, I am in Florida visiting my mother-in-law and her husband. Today was a great day, but not quite perfect. We got up this morning, got everyone ready, headed to the marina, and set off on their boat. After about an hour, we docked by an island.

The kids went down the water slide off the back of the boat. After awhile, we headed onto the island. The kids played in the water. They used buckets and shovels to dig in the sand. They blew bubbles. We combed the beach picking up shells (there were so many that it sounded like wind chimes as the waves went in and out). We grilled hot dogs on the boat and ate them with cheese, olives, chips and guacamole. We saw a manatee in the water. W~ and C~ napped as we drove the boat back to the marina.

It was a wonderful day (even if I am sunburned from it).

This week, though, I’ve had a day that was even better.

To drive from my house to my current location, about 2/3 of the way down Florida, takes about 17 hours (not counting stops). We drive it in two day, but we try to make the second day really short. We left home Friday at about six in the morning. We didn’t stop at a hotel until about 11:30 at night.

And that, my friends, was just about a perfect day.

I had seventeen hours where all four kids were strapped in and, amazingly, pretty well behaved. Seventeen hours where I got to sit very, very still. Seventeen hours where I didn’t have anything else that I needed to be doing.

After weeks of preparing for Christmas and packing for our trip, it was glorious.


Filed under Holidays, Kids

And the Winner Is…

OK, so it has been no big secret that I really don’t get all of the hullabaloo over the Twilight series. I mean, they were kind of a fun read, if you ignore the dysfunctional relationships, repeated use of the same three words, and cheesy ending to the series.

But the obsession? The twitterpating? Just. Don’t. Get it.

And, of course, up until now, my older sister has been about the worst of the Twi-hards. She thinks I’m dead inside. I think that she’s going through a mid-life crisis. Whatever–we just have to agree to disagree on the merits of the series.

The point of all of this, though, is that she’s no longer the queen of the vampire freaks. Oh no, she has definitely been dethroned.

Yesterday, we had a big Christmas party with Sean’s family. I walked in the front door and his twenty-year-old cousin came running up to me.

“You have to see my new tattoo!” she gushed (although, if she were a character in the books, she would have been glaring while she smoldered it).

Now, this cousin already has a couple of tattoos. The first one was a tiny flower on the side of her foot. Nothing horrible. The second one is a huge, heart-shaped Celtic knot thingy with her son’s name under it. But at least it is on her rib cage and, therefore, usually hidden.

She held out her arm. On her wrist, in thick, black lettering, is the word “Twilight.” She just took the book with her, pointed to the title, and said, “Do that.”

You know, some day she really isn’t going to care about those books. And there is no covering this thing, unless she wants to wear really long sleeves for the rest of her life.

When you can live forever, what do you permanently scrawl on your body?



Filed under Books, just plain bizarre

To Do:

  1. Get dog’s stitches out (um, should have done this a week or two ago).
  2. Buy more Christmas presents for kids. No, I didn’t decide to be more indulgent. Sean’s grandfather decided it is too hard to shop for my kids (tell me about it!) and gave Sean money to buy presents for them. Oh, and the family party is tomorrow, so could we bring those–wrapped–for them to open from him then? That would be great. (Can you hear me twitching from there?)
  3. Wrap all of the Christmas presents that I have bought, too.
  4. Grocery shopping. Including stuff for fruit salad for tomorrow’s party and appetizers for my brother’s shindig on Christmas Eve.
  5. Start finding and packing summer clothes for our trip to Florida the day after Christmas.
  6. Practice song I am singing in church tomorrow.
  7. Attempt to continue functioning in the roles of wife and mother.

So far, I have showered, eaten breakfast, and thrown dinner in the crock pot.

Is it too late to go back to bed?


Filed under Daily Life, Holidays, I think my head might explode

Fa La Blahs

Tonight was our annual youth activity where we went Christmas caroling at a nursing home.

Before we left the church, there was a brief discussion wherein the kids were asked the difference between being light-hearted and light-minded (basically, the difference between having fun and acting stupid). The kids were encouraged to enjoy the caroling, but take the experience seriously.

We got to the nursing home and walked in the front door. Several of the young (and adult) men started making quiet comments about the strange “old people” smell.

They had no idea.

And they will never have a clue, because they will never have a uterus. Or a tiny inhabitant therein. I tiny inhabitant that made EVERY SINGLE THING, including the twelve-year-old boys, smell like the WORST SMELL EVER.

While everyone else spent the next hour enjoying the truly wonderful experience, I cough/gagged my way through the songs as each new hallway brought a different odor. The cough/gag was my only defense because, while I don’t think it would have qualified as acting light-minded, I doubt that puking in the middle of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen would have made me popular.

At one point, we passed a nurse’s aide with one of those little trolley carts. It took every ounce of self-control to not beat her up for her pitcher of ice water.

Ah, the joys of the first trimester.

Thanks to the morning sickness, my parents now know the news. I woke up yesterday morning to find out that all of my Fresca was gone. Clueless husband–that was my best defense against the green nasties. I called my mom and asked her if she had any soda since I had “a bit of an upset stomach.”

“Sure. Are you coming down with something?”

I tried to play it cool and told her that I was just feeling a little off. Nothing big.

“Morning sickness?” she joked.

What am I supposed to say at that point?

“Um, yeah.”

Her response?

“How the heck did that happen? I mean, I know how it happens, but…”

I sure hope she knows how it happens. Because she was pregnant six times. And, for those of you keeping track at home, that still beats me by two.


Filed under Holidays, pregnancy