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My Oh so not fun day

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Tuesday was quite a day for me, I mean seriously, it was so crazy that I am just now catching up and able to write about it. ¬†Since people so kindly love to laugh at my misery, and I am not against laughing at myself I thought I would share ūüôā

A little back story because you will need it
#1 I have a hard time sleeping at night, It’s awful, it’s not like I don’t want to sleep I just can’t sleep, I can be exhausted all day, put the munchkins to bed, lay down and my mind won’t shut off and I am up all night
#2 Behind Mayonnaise or maybe before it, it’s a close call my biggest fear is cockroaches, I am obsessive about it, they freak me out just looking the way they look and knowing they can completely infest your home freaks me out even more…yea okay my 1st biggest fear is cockroaches
#3 When we were living in houses I hire Orkin, especially since those big American cockroaches that everyone calls water bugs, except they are not water bugs they are Giant roaches are common here in El paso, I guess the good thing is they don’t really infest your home they just like to stop by and visit every once in awhile like spiders, the bad news is they are GROSS, seriously I had never seen one before I moved here and the first time I did, I was peeing and it was like 3 in the morning and I ended up in my bathtub with my pants around my ankles screaming bloody murder for my husband, who came in killed it and called it a water bug….smart man except google wasn’t his friend, Also last Friday they came to spray my apartment for bugs(not Orkin, the company the apartments hire, but apparently unlike Orkin I was suppose to remove everything from my cupboards and I hadn’t so they didn’t spray, told me to tell the office when I wanted them to come)
#4 There is a facebook trade sight here that I like to use a lot, it’s perfect because you can get rid of the things you don’t need and exchange it for the things you do, and I spend a fair amount of time meeting people for trades
#5 I am on a fair amount of medication at night because of my back so I have a very hard time waking up in the mornings

I think I have you pretty caught up at this time, so on with my play by play of the day

Monday night I couldn’t sleep at all, I was tossing and turning for hours, finally at about 4am I asked my husband to wake me up before he left for work, because I knew I wouldn’t end up waking up with the munchkins for school, and the schools here hire attendance nazis, seriously late 4 times in a year and they call the courts on you…

7:45 am(the exact time my oldest should be getting to his first class) The husband comes home during his PT break and realizes we are all still asleep, so I wake up to him yelling for them to get up, we are late
7:47 am Panic attack because HELLO we are late and the attendance Nazis are going to be on my ass
7:55 am Remember that C had been complaining the night before that it burned when she peed, and A had been coughing up a lot of mucus
8:00 am Hatch brilliant plan to bring both munchkins to the doctor…2 birds one stone right?
8:10 am fix the munchkins some cereal, go to set C’s down and see roach crawl across the wall
Toss C behind me, push table to the side, scream like I am gonna die and wait for husband to kill the little fucker.
8:15 am CRY…Yes a lot of crying for fear of my house ending up infested with roaches, all because they didn’t spray and of course probably one of my neighbors had them nasty things and now they got sprayed and are seeking sanctuary at my not sprayed house
Somewhere between sobs I asked the husband to call the rental office, and apparently they don’t open until 10 am…cue the tears
8:30 am Bring the munchkins to the doctor
10:00 am finally actually see the doctor, she was red and got cream, he has allergies and got meds and they both got notes for being late to school
10:30 am finally leave doctors, drop C off at school first then A
10:35 am Call rental office, they inform me that pest control can not come until Friday…FRIDAY? OH HELL NO ¬†I ain’t livin with no roaches for a week we all know how fast they procreate…nope nope nope
10:37 am text the husband about the pest control
10:45 am Go to Kmart check bug sprays and realize if I use any of them I will probably murder my cat, decide against cat murder
11:00 am go get gas and run into the gas station, come out and realize I missed a call, drive home
11:10 am Return the phone call and find out it was C’s school nurse, apparently shortly after dropping her off she spilled her entire lunch tray down the front of herself, Do you want to guess what was for lunch? If you guessed spaghetti you would be correct
11:30 am head over to the school to bring C new clothes, because heaven forbid they keep some of those extra clothes around the nurses office
12:00 am head home Clean every crack and crevice in my house with bleach(this took awhile so just pretend in the next few time slots I wrote clean every crack and crevice with bleach along with whatever else I did)
(Also spend the next few hours randomly opening cabinets trying to find a roach, yes I am that AH HA Gotchya kind of person, did not find any)
12:30 pm husband calls to tell me the woman he was suppose to meet and do a trade with didn’t show and pretty much cost him his lunch break, we hang up and I remember I need to cry to him so
1:00 pm call my husband and cry about how I can’t live with roaches, how I am not going to cook in that kitchen, and I want ORKIN
1:15 pm ¬†Call Orkin, schedule someone to come between 4-6pm that day…that’s better although the Orkin lady telling me every little thing about roaches, how they are treated, so on and so forth, no bueno people I was then relaly freaked out, so I spent the rest of the time until it was time to pick up the munchkins sitting on my door stoop
3:15 pick up munchkins, A is STARVING, take him to 7-11 for a hot dog
4:00 pm attempt to finally pay my bills and manage my bank account while impatiently waiting for Orkin to show up
4:15 pm knock on door(now people this was actually the good part of the day) Orkin GUY YAY! Bonus: It was the same Orkin guy from my last house
he inspects my house while I follow him around asking if he sees anything and pretty much tells me if I hire them I am wasting my money because I do not have a roach infestation, and I probably seen a baby “water bug” which was probably ran out of the sewer when they sprayed the other apartments
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He goes out to the truck comes back in and starts spraying the hell out of my cabinets (keep in mind I am still standing behind him)
He looks at me and says “See?” Uhh no see what? “That was roach tear gas, if you had them they would have came running out”

WTF? You mean to tell me you were so confident I didn’t have them you were willing to bet my life on it, because let me tell you, had a bunch of roaches came running out I would have had a heart attack and died on the spot, right there on the kitchen floor surrounded by roaches and the Orkin man…what a tragedy that would have been.

Then to make me feel better he put some place and a little bait and told me I still wasn’t going to catch anything except maybe the American Roach (aka water bug) but that it couldn’t hurt because it would kill them too
Then he says oops I forgot this, and left me the bait

I am thinking the Orkin guy knew I was a spazz guys, and he was my hero, okay he is and probably always will be my hero

I’m not stupid though, pest control is coming Friday, those big fuckers are not welcome here either, nor are spiders, or any other freaking bug

5:15 pm Run out pick up munchkins prescriptions

5:30 pm Arby’s for dinner, because yea I am not friggin cooking

6:00 pm go to meet some lady for another trade: WAIT WAIT WAIT, TEXT NOTHING, WAIT fuck it, go into the store to do my shopping

6:40 pm  Get a text from said lady I was suppose to meet
Her: Are you still here?
Me: Yea I am in the store
Her: Okay I will wait a few minutes sorry my phone was dead and I forgot what kind of car your drive
Me: I can send my husband out with my phone and he can tell you where we are parked
Her: Ok

6:55pm See my husband back in store…with the stuff we are suppose to be giving her, Uh whats going on?

Apparently she decided to run in and get bread after I said I was sending my husband out, so husband had to find her in the bread section

7:00 pm Realize I am missing The Originals and freak out, shit that was the only thing I was looking forward to

7:45 pm pick up something from a friend

8:00 pm (15 minutes after 1 munchkins bed time and an hour before the others) get home

8:15 pm start A on his home work, get C ready for bed

8:20 pm Put C to bed

8:25 pm help A with homework, get frustrated, hand homework help off to daddy

8:30 pm C is up to tell me something

8:35 pm C is up to tell me something

8:40 pm C is up to tell me something (Are we seeing the pattern)

8:50 pm decide to put my powdered sugar into my canister, actually miss the canister almost completely and put powdered sugar all over my floor

8:51 pm C walks out “Hey mommy there is sugar on the floor

YUP that is when I just gave up on any hope of saving the day

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She drew WHAT??? Am I…oh my..yes I think I am

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So last night I was tucking Miss C into bed when I noticed a paper on the floor.  I picked it up and it was a picture she drew, so I asked her what it was and she said she drew it at school. I must admit the picture had me a little confused:
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As soon as I looked at it funny she started to clear up the confusion:
C: Don’t worry Mommy I will put pants on you, Don’t look at that
Me: THAT’S ME?
C: Uhhh I told you not to look at it
Me: Wait what is that?
C: gets close to my ear and whispers “that’s your pee pee”
Now I have to confess my tired butt didn’t even see the lovely yellow part until:
C: don’t worry I will change that to water
Me: Wait What? AM I PEEING?
C: Uhh it’s okay mommy I will make a bowl and it will just look like you are pouring water

I wonder what her teacher thought of this lovely drawing of her mommy, or how many friends snickered when she said Mommy is peeing….and just look at that hoohaa I have…that doesn’t look right…I swear it’s a hoohaa…stop laughing people!
I also have to wonder who all the little girls in the picture are….and is that a radio with music notes? So if I have it right I was having a dance party, rocking out to the music and peed all over…

And this is how my daughter sees me? A party girl who can’t control her bladder….Thanks C Thanks…but that was many years ago ūüėČ

The war on bullying: This is my story

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I wasn’t going to do a post about bullying, mainly because so many other bloggers have already covered it, however my niece asked me if I would since it is a subject that is extremely important to her.

This is my story:

I was born a preemie, under 5lbs. ¬†As a young child I was not overweight, I had a lot of friends, and I was happy and healthy. ¬†Somewhere between 3rd and 4th grade I started gaining weight, and I gained it quickly. By the time I was 1/2 way through 4th grade I was 180lbs wearing women’s plus size clothing. ¬†This didn’t seem to be a big deal to everyone else in elementary school, of course it mattered to me, I didn’t like being so heavy, I wished I could wear the clothes smaller girls wore, but my friendships and my overall life stayed the same, and I was still pretty happy and liked myself.¬†¬† When middle school started things took a drastic turn, I became the “fat” kid. People were extremely mean to me, including some of my childhood friends. ¬†I got called names, had food thrown at me, and some kids would even oink when I walked by. ¬†There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t get picked on in some form or another. ¬†I had people tell me I was worthless, disgusting, a waste of space, and so much more. It hurt, more than most people can imagine, I felt so sad, and I wanted to lose weight, I really did. ¬†The problem was that the more sad I got, the more I ate. ¬†The more I got called out and left out the more I stayed home and became inactive. ¬†I would sit in the back of the class so people didn’t stare at me, ¬†I skipped school on days where I was suppose to give presentations because I didn’t want to stand in front of the class, and I would come home every school day and cry.

There were plenty of days where I thought it might be easier if I died, but more often than not I just felt like crawling under the covers and hiding FOREVER.

During 8th grade I finally got up the will power to start dieting, I was eating healthier and I was working out after school, as the days went by I ate less and less, and worked out more and more.  By the summer following my 8th grade year I had almost completely quit eating, and I was working out for at least 4 hours a day, sometimes 8 or 9. I was losing a lot of weight, I eventually got down to 98lbs, I had an eating disorder, and you know what happens when you develop an eating disorder when you are heavy? No matter how much weight I lost I always saw fat when I looked in the mirror.

The crazy thing is people started telling me I looked sickly, I was too skinny, My skin wasn’t as bright. ¬†All I could think was “Well it’s always something, I guess I will just never be good enough” And all the while these people were saying those things I was still seeing fat.

I eventually moved away to another state with my parents, where people didn’t know the “fat” me and I made a lot of friends. ¬†After my mother took me to a doctor and made me start eating again, I put on a few pounds, I still didn’t eat a lot, but I was eating and I was healthier, but I still felt fat, after high school I still felt fat, and today I still feel fat.

Here’s the thing, and the reason I tell this story ¬†I really do not think bullies understand the long term effects of their actions. ¬†Sure I was fat, but until other people had a problem with it, I was still relatively happy, I could still love myself. ¬†After being put down for years it became harder and harder to love myself. ¬†I’m 31 years old now, way past the days of high school, and it’s still hard to love myself.

Here is what I don’t understand, the suicide statistics for children, teens and young adults who have been bullied are astounding, What is so different now that so many of these young people are turning to suicide? ¬†Bullying has been going on for years and years and years, but suicide numbers are on the rise. ¬†I want to know why. ¬†Could it possibly be the importance that society and media puts on image, looks, and talent? ¬†The lack of parental involvement?

I see a lot of anti bullying campaigns reaching out to children and teens, and I think that’s great, but I think the real people to reach out to is adults, I think we must first start with the people who are or will be parenting these children and teens, because let’s be honest bully’s are not born, they are raised. ¬†As long as some adults continue to bully or be mean, children will follow suit, the cycle will continue.

I have seen it often, people like to pinpoint young people and say that is where the bullying issue lies, but it goes far beyond, I see bullying in college, as a military wife I see bullying in the army and within army wife communities, I see bullying at grocery stores, and on the street outside of my apartment, and then we wonder why the children of our country bully and pick on each other.

It is sad to me that adults still feel the need to be so hateful. I fully believe bullies are the way they are either because they were raised to be that way or they feel the need to put others down to make up for their shortcomings,

I am on the fence when it comes to charging and sentencing children and teens for bullying when the person they bullied committed suicide, the reason I say this is because on one hand as a mother if someone was bullying my child and they committed suicide I would of course want some type of justice, however again as a mother it is hard for me to rationalize ruining another child’s life, especially in a case where the child is only acting on what he or she has been taught. ¬†I think we need more support for children, both bullies and the children being bullied and we need to start holding some of the adults in this country accountable. ¬†I believe that a form of boot camp if you will, with a psychiatric team involved would be better suited to a bully than a jail cell, where they will probably only learn to be a bigger bully or learn to be bullied. ¬†I think adults need to start playing a more vital roll in their children’s lives, I understand that some people have to have both parents working, or single parents must work, I am not saying not to work if you are a parent. ¬†I am saying when you come home from work be present, and not just in the same house, or even same room present. ¬†I see so many parents both working and stay at home who only have conversations with their children while surfing the internet, and posting on facebook, parents who spend their whole days on the phone or in front of a TV, I want to see more involvement because I do think that is a large part of the issue, children do not get as much genuine quality time anymore, they are handed off from person to person or from Tv to game console, and it’s sad. ¬†We can’t expect the children to grow up properly if they lack guidance.

You know what else needs to happen? Society and the media need to stop idolizing only the beautiful, or talented, we need to stop worshiping drug addict movie stars and we need to show our youth that being famous or beautiful is not what makes you a successful human being, We need to start idolizing people who make a difference or have made a difference in this world, people who stand up for their beliefs and walk their own line.  People with morals, and ethics.

And finally we need to stop being hypocrites, be the change we want to see in our youth, because otherwise all they see is talk and no action.

I will leave you with a video that my niece shared with me, that I think is pretty powerful, enjoy and please feel free to share your thoughts, you know I love to hear them

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Those are not the man and woman I grew up with

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Do you ever find yourself staring at your parents as they interact with your children wondering just where in the hell those people came from? They certainly are not the same people who raised you. ¬†Those people meant business, they didn’t mess around, you messed up you got your ass beat, and speaking of, they considered it messing up if you flew down the stairs in one of their laundry baskets, or colored on their walls. ¬†Yet you just watched your child throw a ball and knock down their favorite lamp sending it crashing into the wall, causing a small hole to appear, and thought to yourself, UHOH you are gonna get it small child, and then the next minute you are standing there with your mouth on the ground trying to figure out if your parents have started taking high doses of happy pills since you’ve grown up, ¬†watching them with unbelieving eyes as they clean up broken glass and assure their precious grandchild that accidents happen.
How are you suppose to have any credibility when your child back talks you, or dumps 4 bottles of brand new expensive shampoo and body wash all over the bathroom floor and you tell them “You’re lucky you aren’t me, my mom would have whooped my ass for that and my dad would have had me mowing the lawn for 2 weeks to pay for the soap I ruined?”

Then I seen this and It made perfect sense:
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Your sausage is fine, no pun intended

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Your sausage was just fine, no need to get your panties in a bunch!

I was in the grocery store yesterday looking for some meat for dinner, I had my niece and my son with me and we were all pretty much examining the meat to see if anything looked good. ¬†A was poking at a package of Turkey Sausage, and I was telling him not to poke it hard and break the package and at that very moment I heard someone yell loud enough to make me jump. ¬†Now between having 2 munchkins and running an in home daycare, I know a thing or 2 about loud noises and they usually have no effect on me, so this guy must have yelled pretty damn loud. ¬†I turned around and realized he was yelling at my child…Seriously? ¬†Apparently he was concerned that A was going to poke holes in his packages…so he yells YO! DON’T! STOP TOUCHING MY MEAT BOY, YOU ARE GONNA POKE HOLES IN IT!!!! Now I am all for someone asking nicely, I can totally understand that you do not want holes in all the packages, but seriously was it necessary to scream at someone else’s child rather than attempt to be polite about it? ¬†At first I was going to let it go, until I walked by the guy on my way to get corn on the cob and he thought it would be a good idea to mumble something under his breath when I walked by. ¬†Okay guess what if you think you scare me, you are sorely mistaken, and if you think I am going to just ignore you, well my maturity level tends to dip a little when you don’t even have the balls to say what you want loud enough for me to hear it. ¬†It was at this point that I swung around and proceeded to get in a pretty big fight with the meat guy. ¬†Whom at the end asked me to put my guns away(no I was not seriously packing…just a figure of speech I guess) so I was going to just finish my shopping, and then I hear my niece say something not so nice, and containing the F word…Later I asked her why, considering I am the one who loves the F word and I had managed not to say it or any other “bad” words throughout the argument. ¬†Her response is exactly why I love her “He gave you a dirty look when you turned around!” I am betting the meat man had no idea when he first decided to be Billy Bad Ass to a 12 year old, what he was getting himself into. ¬†When it was all said and done, I realized A had went and hid 3 aisles over…apparently me yelling and protecting him somehow embarrasses ¬†him, go figure!

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Do I have 2 children or 3?

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I was 11 when my niece J was born and she was my first baby, even if she wasn’t mine. ¬†I fell in love with her the moment I saw her and as she grew older I continued to fall in love over and over again. ¬†When she hit her teenage years our relationship changed, not only was she my baby, ¬†and my niece but she was also became my friend, and over the years she became my best friend.

When I had my own babies, it amazed me to see them interact with each other, they have some amazingly loving moments and they also have some moments that make me shake my head and wonder if I have more than 2 children and of course those are the ones I want to share with you

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At one point C hated J but mostly because she wanted her boyfriend, and was convinced she was going to marry him(yes at age 4 lol) Once she moved on to a little boy at school she began to LOVE J

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J loves to sing soft kitty to anyone who will let her, and let me just tell you none of us actually let her:
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C was being cranky
J: Aww ya know what you need C? Starts singing soft kitty
C runs out of the room with her ears covered

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J was spending the night one night and C didn’t know she was in my bed, she comes in in the middle of the night and tries to crawl into bed, next thing I know I hear a thump….then C crying, in her sleep J had pushed her off of the bed
(when she did realize what she did, she was like AWWWW baby!)

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I am on the phone with J before C’s birthday and she asks to talk to C
C: I don’t want to talk to her, I don’t like her(this was the I love her boyfriend stage)
Me: That’s not nice C you need to go to your room and think about it
5 minutes later I try to walk into her room and it’s barricaded(although not well)
Me: Nice try C
C: Go away
Me: No
C: Get out of my room!
Me: No I will not
C: I hate you
Me: I love you!
This goes on for awhile
C: well I will just get a bomb and blow you up so you can’t love me
Me: I am gonna send you to live with J
C: NO!
Me: Yes
C: Fine I love you
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A and J used to be really close, then as he grow they became a LOT alike and so they clash ALOT, but usually in a humorous way and always with love:

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Sitting at the table
A to J: We’re best friends but if the zombies come I’m tripping you
J: (All excited) I’m your best friend?
A: No no
J: That’s what you just said awww I am your best friend
A: Oh man

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Just look at the picture!
(No A’s were hurt in the taking of this picture)
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Again with the soft kitty song
J sneaks up behind A and starts singing the song
A runs: “Awww crap help mom”
J: I am a great predator, I sneaked  right up on him

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We had a tattoo party and our artist put one of the stencils on A as a temporary tattoo
A: What is it?
US: Harry potter, look it matches J’s”
J: YES we are twinsy’s
A: Oh no! This washes off right?

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I promise they love each other, those stories just aren’t as funny!
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C’s Tonsillectomy and Adenoidectomy surgery part 2

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You can see part 1 here

When they wheeled her out for surgery I thought I was going to be super upset and end up crying, but the fact that C was all silly before going in really helped. ¬†I felt a lot better. My niece came with me and since we hadn’t eaten all day we took this opportunity to go get some breakfast at the cafeteria. ¬†The doctor said that we had about 45 minutes to an hour. ¬†Once we were done eating I stopped by the gift shop to get her a balloon, flowers and stuffed animal, and ended up picking Theodore from Chipmunks, and didn’t get the flowers because the clerk was taking forever and I was so scared I would miss the doctor.

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I did well throughout the wait until about 11:05 when the doctor still hadn’t came in to talk to us, and it was well over the hour time limit. ¬†I must admit I started panicking a little and I was worried about C, especially since I do not handle waking up in recovery well, and I wasn’t sure how she would handle it.

At 11:09 the doctor walked in to see us, which meant I only had to go crazy for 5 minutes.  He said her surgery went well, no complications and they were getting ready to bring her into recovery.  He gave me a list of instructions and said they would come in and get me when they brought her back to ambulatory.

It felt like forever from the time the doctor came to talk to us and the nurse came in to tell us she was headed to the room.  I did a lot of pacing, and worrying, and overall just really wanted to see my baby.

It was about 12:15 when they finally came in to get us and were moving C back.  We got to the room first and when they wheeled her in she looked so fragile
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She was sleeping but opened her eyes long enough to open her mouth and show me they were gone, and then went right back to sleep.

We knew before hand we would have to spend about 4 hours there before she would be sent home, so I tried to do some reading, but I was absolutely exhausted

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Over all she did great, she was able to take a few drinks, had half a popsicle and a couple bites of ice cream. There were no complications and no bleeding and she slept a lot through the stay. ¬†She did complain some of her stomach hurting but said she didn’t feel sick. ¬†At around 4:10 she started to complain of a sore throat and they decided to give her fentanyl in her IV before sending her home, since I still had to get home and have my dad go get her prescriptions. ¬†That also made her loopy she sat right up, grabbed the rest of her blue popsicle ate the whole thing and put the stick right up in the nurses face and said “Look a Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiick” About 20 minutes later they removed her Iv and she was able to get dressed back into her PJ’s.

At 5pm we were discharged, I went and wheeled the car around and my niece and the nurse brought her down in a wheel chair
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We made it about 5 minutes in the car before she said she felt sick and threw up everywhere, then immediately went to sleep, it scared the crap out of me and I had to have my niece check to make sure she was still breathing, thank goodness she was!

We made it home and she went right back to bed, and that started the road to recovery!

 

A few things you should know

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Hey love, I wanted to write you this in case something awful happens, and I am no longer with you. ¬†No I’m not leaving you, I mean if I fail to exist in this world anymore. ¬†You see I know you are already worried about passwords and such in the event that I meet my untimely demise, but Relax I got that covered, there’s notes for you in the safe. Let’s face it though honey there are a lot of other things you are going to need to know if the unfortunate happens:

First know that I love you, I will always be with you, and I am watching over you, so don’t screw it up okay? You can do it, believe in yourself, and remember I believe in you!

A is going to be heartbroken, at 12 he is old enough to understand and he has already lost so much in his life. ¬†You have to be gentle with him, no yelling, okay. ¬†He is probably going to go through some shit, and it’s not going to be fun for you, but you have to be his rock, this is when he’ll need you more than ever. ¬†You won’t have to answer too many questions with him, he already has a basic idea of death, and what happens, so you are off the hook there, but he will need someone to listen to him, someone to hold him when he cries, speaking of, let him cry, let him cry as much as he needs to, I know he’s 12 and he’s a boy, but it’s okay for him to be emotional, cry with him if you need to, but never stifle his emotions.
He’ll be easy to please food wise, as long as it’s not fancy, seafood, or mayo he will eat it, but please make sure he is getting some nutrition, and french fries do not count as a vegetable, he favors green beans, this will come in very handy.
Make sure he showers every night, brushes his teeth, and uses deodorant, he hates those things so if you slack he will too!

C is getting old enough to understand some what but not fully, she is going to be the one to ask you 101 questions 101 times a day, answer them, even if it hurts you, and be honest, as honest as you can be with a 5 year old. ¬†When she asks about what happens after we die I would love for you to tell her both of our views and let her make her own decision. She’s tough, but she is going to need some support, If you need help turn to my niece, and your sister, they are the closest to being like me, and they can be the women in her life that she will need, but don’t go overboard with the support, she needs to get used to being with just Daddy too. You have to spend time with her, doing things that don’t involve electronics, so she keeps her love for learning, books and crafts. ¬†I know that isn’t easy but you can do it, build a birdhouse or something.
She likes her hair cut to shoulder length, if you want your life to be easier, keep it this way.
Remember she doesn’t care for meat so you will need to give her eggs or peanut butter so she still gets protein, she loves fruits and vegetables, keep the fridge stocked with these and you should be okay.
When she gets older, remember to give her trust unless she loses it, she will date, try not kill the dates, this won’t win you any favors okay. ¬†Clothes and shoes are a matter of life and death it’s good you get used to that idea now. ¬†Make up is okay, just don’t let her go overboard and remember not to be too hard on her, being a teenage girl can be rough.

Don’t forget to take care of yourself, be the example that they need, they will follow. ¬†Don’t have regrets, and don’t feel guilty about anything, I know how much you love me, any wrong doing is past and I forgive you, so don’t forget to forgive yourself.

If you don’t know where something is, and let’s face it, that will be frequently ask C, she’s probably the closest to me as far as knowing where everything is, so yes rely on ¬†the 5 year old, she will help you!

If all else fails bring them swimming or somewhere around animals, a puppy wouldn’t hurt right now, especially since I don’t have to take care of it, see, still looking for the silver lining even though I’m dead.

Go on with your life, but not too quickly okay? Mourn me a little bit first, then go on, I want you all to be happy, so make it happen. ¬†If you find a new woman just make sure she is good to our children, and she makes you happy and I will be happy. ¬†Make sure you keep me alive though, show them pictures and tell them stories often, I know it hurts to remember, but I don’t want to be forgotten, and they need to know who their mother was. ¬†This will be one of the hardest things you have to do, but I have seen you do difficult things before so I have faith in you, have faith in yourself!

Did I mention I miss you!  I loved you until my last breath and I love you now, to the moon and back!

Simple quick sensory play ideas

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As you can probably tell we do a lot of sensory activities, and some of them involve a lot of set up, clean up or time in general.  I wanted to share some of the things we have done that are just quick and easy, but also a lot of fun!

#1. Add bubbles to the swimming pool
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You could also add sea life, shells, bubbles to blow, a bubble machine next to the pool, fake flowers, cups bowls and a stariner

#2. Glow Balloons
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This picture is kind of freaky, she looks like a ghost, but it showed the balloons best, just stick a glow stick in the balloon and blow it up, we used glow sticks from the dollar tree they came 10 in a pack and worked great I do recommend larger balloons and of course this works better in the dark, the original idea from this stemmed from a Play at home Mom post about glow hide and seek

#3. Add toys that you wouldn’t normally play with in the bathtub to their bath
bath time

These are foam magnet blocks purchased from discount school supply, but the options are basically limitless
Some Ideas: mega blocks, ponies, plastic animals, shells, plastic trucks and cars, a strainer, measuring cups, ball pit balls, fake flowers, dolls(not cloth), dinosaurs, foam shapes
This just switches up bath time and is a great way to give new life to old toys that aren’t played with often anymore

#4 more of a craft, but using chalk on black construction paper
chalkboard construction paper

A couple other ideas that I do not have pictures of:
1. Oats in a bin with any plastic toys
2. dirt in a bin with plastic trucks
3. water and ice cubes in a bin with penguins or polar bears
4. a water bin with droppers, measuring cups, and spoons
5. spices and condiments in muffin tins with a bowl for mixing
6. Yogurt or pudding paintin
7. throw pillows and blankets on the floor and see what they come up with

Do you plan on trying any of these? Have any ideas for another simple sensory activity? Please feel free to share and even link if you have a post on it ūüôā

Goodbye to Pre-K

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Yesterday my sugarplum graduated from Pre-K.  A few things:

1. I never thought I would be the mommy that wanted to cry, honestly I counted down days until she started pre-K, I was beyond ready, after all C was my handful, then I found out she would be my last, and everything changed, I feel like crying all the time. ¬†It’s scary how fast she is growing!

2. ¬†My son is a handful at school, and he has been labeled the class clown for years now, he loves to do anything funny, and sometimes gets himself in trouble for it, but as I sat in the front row watching my youngest get her diploma, she was also given an award…Class Clown, looks like the apple doesn’t fall far and I have to admit they get it from Mommy, I am hoping she is more like me in the sense that while I was the class clown and teachers had a tendency to either love or despise me, I did really well in school.

3. I watched as every little boy from her class said they wanted to be a hunter when they grew up and every little girl say they wanted to be a cowgirl when they grew up, and I wondered if C would change who she wanted to be, I half thought she would go the boy route and say hunter, I should have known better, she has never been afraid of being different or standing out, so I watched as she walked across the stage, accepted her diploma, and award and then promptly and loudly announced to everyone there that she wanted to be a ninja when she grew up. ¬†That’s my girl, I could not have been prouder at that moment than I was.

4.  On the first day of school I asked C a series of Questions and took a photo, then merged the 2 together:

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Yesterday I asked her the same questions and took a photo and did this again:

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Things have definitely changed throughout the year, and she has grown so much.  Congratulations sugarplum on making it through PK, and good luck for the future, I love you to outer space, then to Afghanistan, then back to outer space then back here again!!