Tuesday, April 15, 2014

If you had told me.....


If you had told me a year ago that I would let 4 months go by on the Bowheads blog without a word from me I would have said...

No - not me - I will always have time to jot down my little stories.

If you had told me 15 years ago that I would be teaching third grade in a little town in Massachusetts I would have said...

No - not me - I am good with the babies. I will always teach Kindergarten and Massachusetts? Where is that?

If you had told me 12 years ago that the baby girl with the curls that I held in my arms would be as tall as I am by the time she was 12 and would be sitting in the front seat chatting with me about life I would have said

No - not then - that is way too fast. Not in 12 years

If you had told me 7 years ago when my sweet baby boy was born that I would be sitting around a campfire on a cool April day in a little New England town sitting under a blanket laughing until I cried because he was singing a song about a Red Solo Cup and had just finished an animated verse with "Freddie Mac kiss my A$$ - WHOO" I would have said....

Are you crazy?

Anyway I digress....

If you had told me 6 years ago that the 3 year old that I would spend hours sitting and literally watching her breathe would be so strong and healthy. If you had told me as I bathed her sores and pounded her back and held her hand as she did her nebulizer treatments that she would become quite literally one of the strongest and most independent people I know I would have said

No - that is my hope and dream but not this one. She is too frail. She is too sick.

If you had told me 18 years ago that I would still love my husband with my whole heart as much as I did from the very beginning I would have said

Yes - yes I know.

If you had told me 20 years ago that I would still talk to my Mom every single day I would have said

Yes - yes I know. 

If you had told me 13 years ago the moment that I first found out that I was going to be a Mom that it was going to be the hardest best thing I ever did I would have said

Yes - yes I know and I can't wait.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Story of When We Almost Wrecked the Plane on New Years Day (or at least the flight attendants acted like we were going to...)



So we thought it was a really swell idea to save 500 bucks and fly back home on New Years Day at 8:00am. That meant that we were dragging sleeping children out of bed at 5. Yep - to answer your question it was pretty much as awesome as it sounds. 

Anyhoo - we got to the airport, got some breakfast, got on board.

Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy 

The flight flew by and before we knew it we were above Boston.

Hooray!

Start to descend.

turbulance turbulance turbulance 

Then start to ascend

turbulance turbulance turbulance 

at this point I was like

shoot.

Because there are two kinds of people - puke and ralliers and non pukers. Well, my youngest daughter and I are puke and ralliers. We puke at the drop of a hat and we are especially prone to motion sickness. We can puke effortlessly and bounce back quickly but still - who likes to puke? Not me.

I must also preface this story with - this was not my first rodeo in terms of puking on a plane. Been there, done that so I pretty much knew we were in trouble before we were even in trouble.

So the story moves along (at a snails pace as it tends to with me). Daughter pukes in a bag - as we do. Tidy, effortless, soundless. We pretty much have it down to a science. Then it is my turn.

At this point I am like - "ok - good deal - crisis averted. Moving on." 

Crisis so not over. You see the pilot gets on the loudspeaker and says,

"Well - you may have noticed that we just passed the airport..." 

My little puker and I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes like -

no &#@! Sherlock. 

Anyway - he says there was a little problem with the wing flaps and he was going to do a back up test and we would land in 20 minutes.

We were like - ok no problem.

Then the flight attendants (that is what you call them now right?) who incidentally were
mean like snakes start fluttering about like the whole damn plane was already on fire. One of them actually looked at me and was visibly shaking and says "we are going to be fine". I was seriously like "um ok that would be good". Now I can't blame them for being mean like snakes before the crisis because every single one of them was over 45 at least, it was New Years Day and it was 8:00 in the morning. They were obviously grumpy and had been around the block a few times and could not care less how polite I was or how cute my children were. (The answer to both of those things is EXTREMELY but still - they were a no go on the smiling, polite, common courtesy thing.)

Anyway one of the flight attendants gets on the loudspeaker and her voice is shaking and here is what she said (more or less):

"Well - um - ok - it looks like we are going to have a crash landing so I am going to read you the emergency procedures. Please look at your BRACE positions on the emergency procedures card." (Then she proceeds to start to read the entire card in a shaky, somewhat stuttering voice.)

Halfway through the speech she says (and I SWEAR I am not making this up) "Now - you guys don't start to freak out. I have to read this to you in case of an emergency." 

Husband turns around at this point and we share that look in the eye. You know the look - the one where you are quickly making a decision to take the feverish baby to the hospital or you are trying to read each others minds at a school function to find the quickest way out or the one where you hear the scream in the middle of the night that is so loud that you run into each other at the foot of the bed. You know - the "I am sure that we are going to be fine but we probably better be on the same page at this moment" look.

Right around this moment the pilot jumps on (which I thought was pretty funny because he basically cut her off) and he explains that we are in fact coming in for a landing and that the flaps on the plane were not testing high enough or low enough or whatever they need to be to correctly slow down the plan so he has
called the fire department. Yep - called the fire department. Even the puker at this point thought this was great. Both girls were like "Yahtzee! This is finally starting to get interesting."

Anyway - he called the fire department because he is not worried about crashing but somehow the landing could stress the breaks and burn them up. He explains that it could be a bit of a bigger bump when we land or it could be nothing at all but that the entire crew was simply preparing for any eventuality.

Husband and I were like "ok - cool - no problem - this is totally doable."
(all said in a look mind you) but he does move over (he and my son were lucky ducks who had an empty seat in between them on the flight) and sort of tuck the little guy in next to him. Did I mention that at this moment my youngest had chosen to fall into a deep sleep?

The lady gets back on the loudspeaker and starts talking about how important it is that we all listen to her and also that we take NO PERSONAL ITEMS with us if we have to evacuate quickly. NONE. At this point my 12 year old looks at me and here is her look:

"UM HAIL to the no if you think I am leaving this brand new ipad mini on this airplane for one second. I will wrestle that flight attendant to the GROUND if she thinks she is getting this thing away from me."

I understand the look and explain that I don't think that we will need to do this but they are just taking precautions. I do have to say at this point I looked at the copy of "Peter Nimble and his Fantastic Eyes" that one of my third graders had given me and I was reading on the plane to make sure it was a good read aloud. I did not worry about my headphones or even my work computer but I did give a second thought to that book because I hated to lose it. I did console myself by thinking it would be a pretty awesome story to tell them until I got another copy.

Anyway - I have stretched a short period of time out as usual but the flight attendants make one more sweep. LITERALLY shaking like a leaf. They got on the loudspeaker and made sure that none of us had on high heels or had our glasses out so we wouldn't get stabbed. Once again I was like "um ok - that doesn't sound good".

All of use were quiet and calm. I mean really - what do you say? The girl next to me did say, "well this is getting exciting" and I just kept telling my girls what a fun New Years Day story we were going to have to tell and that it was all going to be fine.

Then bump, bump (it was at this point that I said in my head, "ok Father God - I know that you have this under control here but if it is all the same with you I would love to not wreck this plane today - K?")

I do have to admit that as soon as we were on the ground I thought - "ok phew - it would be pretty cool if we burst into flames or something now" but then rethought that and was quite pleased when all was normal. We did get to see the firefighters and were SO not the only ones with the neat little puke bags on the way out but other than that - all good.

We all clapped when we landed and then as we taxied in the flight attendants were walking up and down still all melodramatic asking us all if we were ok. I wanted to say "you know honestly - I would have been better if we could have stayed calm in the tense situation but you know - whatever - thanks for the story" but then I didn't.

Husband and I were talking on the way home and I said that surely they give them some kind of training about what do do in a crisis situation and I would think that a nice introductory chapter on "Don't completely freak out an entire plane full of people if it is not necessary" would be a good place to start.

But then again - what do I know....

Here is to a New Year! As usual I am sure it will be an interesting one.


Saturday, December 7, 2013

A Birth Story I have been telling for 12 years - how is that possible?




*******Post Warning - you know I usually digress - a lot? Well this whole post is basically one big digression so hang on to your hat and try to keep up because I am all over the place with this one!**************

(How is that strategy to keep you reading working? There is probably some blog guru somewhere having a terrible flutter at their typewriter as I continue to break lots of blog rules and suggestions)

Anyhoo

We must start with a little back story. Husband and I were married in March of 2000. Our Pastor provided us with some wondeful marriage counseling. One of the things that he advised us was to wait one year before we started having kids.

(There is no real way to tell this story without including birth control details so - with apologies.....)

I was on the pill and stopped taking it in March of 2001.

I promptly contracted the Chicken Pox - yes the Chicken Pox.

What is worse is that we did not know right away that I had the Chicken Pox because we thought that maybe my body (this is why you should go to the dr and not self diagnose) was freaking out with hormones or something from stopping the pill
(I look back on this and I really can't believe it but anyway) so long story short - I had a raging fever and was very sick before I went to the doctor and we figured it out.

Now - where does this fit in with her birth story you ask? Well - all of this happened in March. We were going to San Antonio to celebrate our first wedding anniversary and it was on that vacation that we were going to "start trying". I do remember asking the doctor about the Chicken Pox and trying to have a baby - I was told once the pox were gone - I was good to go AND that it was a real blessing that I got the pox when I did and not after I was pregnant. Off we go to San Antonio and had a wonderful time.

We come back and I decide that I need to find a good OB/Gyn. I pretty much went in and talked to the girl at the front desk and told her that I needed someone who would be very calm with me and answer all of my questions and put up with my idiosyncrasies and would never ever in any way be mean to me. The girl was like "ok - I have the perfect doctor for you."

Turns out he totally was because he wound up delivering all three of my babies!

Anyway - off I go to the doctor and at the time I was a shy pee-er - you know - had a hard time going on command (now 13 years and 3 babies later - let me assure you - no longer a problem)

but once again I digress.....because I could not go in the cup - I talked to Dr Greve about what to do in order to help me get pregnant, we talked about starting folic acid then - you know - the pre pregnancy stuff.

FINALLY I go in the cup and I have my little "so you want to get pregnant bag of goodies" and was ready to walk out the door.

Denise (Dr. Greve's nurse whom I still love and see to this day) came out of the bathroom and said,
"Holly - you are never going to believe this!"

Yes - I was pregnant - I had been off the pill for about 2 seconds, and had the chicken pox and bam - pregnant. I just kept saying, "no way no WAY!" Then I turned to Dr. Greve and said,

"wow that was some pill!"

Of course I could not wait to tell husband so I called him at work. He knew I was at the appointment to find the OB and I just said,

"Guess what - I was going to think of some clever cute way to tell you this but I really can't think at all right now - I am pregnant!"

He said,

"Man Babe - when you decide to do something - you really don't mess around, do you?"

It was cute - while I was on the phone with him in the doctor's office the nurse just quietly came up and took the "so you want to get pregnant" bag out of my hand and put the "congratulations you are pregnant" bag in it, grinned, gave me a thumbs up, and walked out.

We were of course thrilled - my Mom guessed the second I called her and I think that Husband called his parents that night.


Now in order to break up this incredibly long story - I am inserting a few pics of her as a baby.

Hit the milk a little too hard this time
She loved our dogs! Sniff Logan and Lewis - miss them.
Bring in the Fire Chief!

Food - Good! (You can see the Ladybug Curl Mohawk starting here)
Baby girl driving the car - she was pretty little in this one




That was her sticker from Gymboree class on her head - she was being silly.


Now moving on to her actual birthday. I am convinced that her due date was December 8th. For whatever reason - we had her due date as December 2nd. I really did not know any better and I just thought that on December 2nd - she would just come. I was patient and never even dreamed of having her until December 2nd but when December 2nd came and she was still not here - I was VERY ready to have that baby!

I fell twice while pregnant with my ladybug - once hooking up a horse trailer and once on the bleachers at Scott's indoor soccer game - both times - I was basically perfectly fine. Couldn't knock that baby out of me with a baseball bat.

I pretty much kept trucking with her without even thinking about it - I did gain quite a bit of weight (45 pounds) so I was good and chubby.

Anyway - I remember - I was working at the auto auction and I was mad at one of my car dealers and I went stomping out on the lot to find a car and bring it in. One of the guys that worked on the lot hopped on a golf cart and tried to get me to get in - I refused - so he followed me slowly creeping behind the little round angry pregnant woman who could have gone into labor at any moment - all the way out to the back lot.

I stopped working on December 2nd - it was my due date (although I still say not the right one but anyway) and I felt I should stop working that day. I kept getting calls - "hey where are you? I need some numbers..." (auto auction talk). I kept saying I am about to have a baby!!!!!!!

We induced her on December 7th - which - in retrospect - I actually wished that we had waited. I think that we made her come earlier than she was ready but hindsight is of course - 20/20.

We went to the hospital at 6:00 in the morning and they started the inducing process.

Here is how the next part goes:

Nurse: Are you allergic to any medications?
Me: Nope
Nurse: ok I am going to give you penicillin in your iv
Me: Great
Fastforward 5 minutes

"Honey - my tongue feelth kinda funny...."

as my whole face was swelling up.

Nurse: "ok you are allergic to penicillin - don't ever take that again

Me: "otay" (ok in really fat tongue speak)

The day went on and on and on and on and finally at 9:15 that night - I was able to start pushing - an hour and a half later - she finally came into this world. At one point in the middle of the pushing - I actually fell asleep - yep - asleep - just for a second mind you. Husband thought that was hysterical.

Now I have to admit for the sake of telling the story accurately - she was so wonderful and I was so happy to see her but the whole experience was so different than with my younger two children. I was so traumatized and so tired and so unsure - it was so new and I look back on that time and wish that I had enjoyed it more which I know sounds crazy. I cried and cried after they took her to the nursery and I just remember feeling so so so tired. I tell this because I want to try and remember what the experience was like and that was a part of it.

The positives - she was so perfect - so beautiful - so tiny! She was 7 pounds 3 ounces when she was born and we brought her home to our warm Christmasy house. I remember just looking at her and thinking that I could not believe what we had created. I remember holding her so tight and feeling like she and I were on a journey together - partners - lost and found together. With her brother and sister - the journey was different - I was already the Mommy - I knew more and I was much more solid in that role.

With her
it was just

all firsts

I wouldn't change a thing

(except for maybe the penicillin thing - it does not feel good to have your face swell up like that)

but anyway

I digress.........



Sunday, November 17, 2013

We Believe



First off before I even get going on Santa and the elf on the shelf and what not I have got to say that first and foremost here is what I believe:

I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.

I believe in Jesus Christ, God's only Son, our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried;
he descended to the dead.
On the third day he rose again;
he ascended into heaven,
he is seated at the right hand of the Father,
and he will come again to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting.
AMEN.

I also believe in
Magic

I believe in the spirit of this season. I believe in the imaginations of children and you know what else?

I Heart Santa

I really do. I think he is kind and giving and jolly and I 100 percent believe in the magic of Santa.

Now I am going to talk about something that I hope no young eyes will read because this blog is not intended for young eyes. It is really intended for the eyes of people who have been tasked with the care of the young and I believe that this is a really timely topic.

This house believes first and foremost in the reason for this Season. We talk a lot about Jesus and the manger and all of the true meanings of Christmas. We talk about how lucky we are and all that God has given us.

We also believe in Santa.

We just don't really oversell Santa.

You won't find an elf on the shelf in this house. I just can't pull it off. You also won't hear my husband or I say to the children,

"Now you better be good or Santa won't come."

Just not going to happen. Once again - I just can't pull it off.

Three years ago- my then 9 year old - came to me and said,

"I need the truth Mommy - does Santa really come down the chimney and leave presents?"

Here is what I said:

Baby girl,

How are you getting so big so fast? I am your Mom and it is my job to lay it all out straight for you so here goes.

I love Christmas. I love this magical season. I believe that Mary and Joseph went and put a little baby in a manger that was sent to save us all. The Bible tells me the story and I have Faith that allows me to believe.

Santa is the same way. Tomorrow we can go to the library and check out books on the legend of Saint Nick. I believe that magical things happen this time of year and I never ever want you to forget it. I always, always, always want you to believe in magic.

"Yes Mommy but how does he fit down the Chimney? I don't understand how that is possible?"

Do you really think that a big guy comes down our chimney and puts all the presents there or do you think that Mommy and Daddy help with that?

"I think you help"

Yes - we help

"Where do you hide everything?" How do you get it all wrapped?"

You know what Ladybug? That is the most amazing secret and one day you will find out about it also. The most amazing thing about being a Mommy is that you get to create magic all the time. Now I get to have a secret Mommy workshop and make magical things happen. I get to work hard to see smiles on your faces on Christmas morning and it is the most precious gift that I have ever been given.

I love being a magic maker. One of the best parts of being a Mom - hands down.

She smiled and kissed me and went to bed happy. She asked me a couple of questions (in my ear of course we talked about the importance of keeping the secret to ourselves) about my Mommy magic and then

much like magic

The discussion was gone. There were no tears. There was no "why did you lie to me drama" just finished.

What is even funnier - it is "that which we will never speak of again." (Even to this day)

She is all about magic and Santa and believing and says that the friends in her class that are "bah humbug" as she calls it are missing it. It is like we answered her logistical questions but allowed her the space to imagine and dream.

So yes my friends - we believe and I am loving every minute of it!

Cute 2012 addition to this story. My second grader came RUNNING to me the other day and said "Um Mommy - isn't it Summer in Africa? I remember that right? Won't Santa get hot? How does that work?" 

Me: "Remember - they celebrate Kwanzaa in Africa? Let's read a book. Here I have one right here." (Because I am going to say this right here and now - 
Hello my name is Holly and I have a children's Christmas/Hannukah/kwanzaa/anything with a snowman book problem.)
So it is possible that I have a book
or two in this house relating to this or any holiday related subject.

Anyhoo - she was all
"PHEW - that makes total sense" 

We read a nice book about Kwanzaa and off we went. 

Another holiday crisis averted. 

For now......



Thursday, October 24, 2013

Today

Here is the lovely thing about this little blog. I am able to look back on it and remember times of my life. I have written before about the seasons of my life and as I move from season to season how my life changes.

In deference to this and to the fact that I want to remember days like today I am going to write down what I did today. Now this is not a contest. I get it. We are all busy. You are probably busier than me. I am also not complaining. I just want to remember days like this.

Here goes:

5:45 - up and at em - shower, take dogs out, send out 16 soccer emails for the soccer club that I help out with (you know - in my spare time).

6:45 - wake up hormonal 6th grader with a hurt knee - pack lunches, feed dogs, so on and so forth

7:30 - leave with grouchy middle schooler

7:38 - drop off now weepy and apologetic middle schooler (The funny thing about this is that I did and said NOTHING to initiate this. I literally said/did nothing during the grouchy portion of the morning - just powered through. Somehow this triggered apologetic tears and a long speech about how much she loves me.)

7:39 - quick moment of combined joy and anger management therapy while banging head against steering wheel while waiting to leave the parking lot.

7:43 - arrive at my school

7:43 - 3:00 - general Elementary School business. It was a fun day because my class earned a pajama day so I was rocking an oversized shirt of husbands, yoga pants and very fuzzy blue, glittery slippers borrowed from the middle schooler.

3:00 - after what can only be described as a harrowing experience with 17 third graders and 17 ipads I hustled my class next door to my friends class so that I could rush off to the doctors office for a physical.

3:15 - literally jog into doctors office just in the nick of time - spend majority of appointment talking to doctor (who is our family doctor) about middle schooler's knee. As for me I am amazingly hanging in there and I am somehow not falling apart.

3:45 - blood drawn - hooray she types sarcastically

4:00 - HOME - cleaning, backpack checking, dog walking time (The dogs incidentally are the whiniest people about this whole Mom working full time thing), dinner prep, send husband and middle schooler off to soccer.

6:00 -  head up to kids elementary school for literacy night, go to book fair, see wonderful teachers that I love and appreciate, listen to a great story with my baby in my lap and my third grader holding my hand (pretty much the best moment of my day)

6:55 - quite literally run out of said elementary school

6:56 - stop for first grader who has landed on the concrete like a ton of bricks clutching his pencil and lego sticker book

6:56 still - send third grader running back into school to fetch another lollipop as original lollipop was crushed in the fall

6:59 - make it home - run kids into the house

7:00 - speeding to middle school

7:08 - literally (again) job into middle school

7:12 - sit in chair in front of first middle school conference text husband - "I made it"

7:15 - first of 4 conferences - the middle schooler might be an emotional basket case right now but the kid's a total brainiac and I really do appreciate that.

7:55 - scour book fair with awesome librarian looking for books for middle schooler

8:10 - HOME - bedtime routines, review spelling words, get a splinter out of poor first graders leg, general end of day duties including angry passive aggressive guinea pigs who were fed their treats late and "excited to see me" dogs.

9:11 - heat up black bean chicken dinner - hooray - food - totally forgot about that and man am I hungry!

9:27 - middle schooler shows up in my room to talk about the day - hooray

9:50 - pull out computer, finally turn on episode one of Parenthood that I have literally been trying for days to watch in approximately 7 minute intervals.

and that - my friends - is that.

until tomorrow......






Monday, October 21, 2013

The Great Pertussis Scare of 2009 AKA - the Pertussis Among Us - a repost just to relive the fun

This is an actual honest to goodness true story and I so remember the way I felt in every moment of it. Fun to relive it and also fun to celebrate having survived it. ;)


Soooooooooo................


Do you remember when I posted the cute pic below of the cake and the watermelon inside at Soccer Tots because we were on our way to a dinner party and did not want them to get heated to a balmy 113 here in Texas? 

Well.....................

At said dinner party - the host's (whom I love dearly just by the way) oldest Son had a terrible wicked no good very bad cough. He is also a Reactive Airway Disease kid just like my Noodle and is her "vewy favowite boy" as she likes to say.  As we drove away from the party I did turn to the BD and say, "you know - that really was a bad cough - I sure hope he is ok". 

Fast forward to Wednesday - 1:50pm - I am dressing kids in swim suits to head over to a birthday party for one of our very best friends.  Mom is an essential part of my Momtourage AND a Co-Cupcake-Lifestyle-Change -Creator AND the mother of the FOUR most precious girls you have ever met. Now needless to say - thankfully - I got the call before we all headed over to her house and infected half of our town's population of girls with.........

wait for it...............


oh yes - you know by now from my title:

Pertussis

aka

WHOOPING COUGH! 

Sigh...............

I had JUST been at the pediatrician that morning with my own Reactive Airway Disease cutie patootie plus the Little Buddy had a little cough so we called our pediatrician who immediately sent us to a big children's hospital nearby to be tested ASAP because you know what starts tomorrow???????

yes 

The Fourth of July Three Day Weekend! Yippee - right? Not so much if you are waiting on Pertussis results and have no idea if you are fit for human company. 

Soooo we race to the Pediatrician pick up the forms to get the test done, pick up the Best Daddy and head off to the lab in a wing of the big hospital. 

We get there - we get out of the car and we head in where I have to check three children in to the hospital and get outfitted with arm bands! 
I just wanted to say, "really? we are just going to be here for a second (little did I know) and I will keep a close eye on them. No need for id tags." 

No luck......

So 20 minutes later - we get checked in - head to the lab, she takes my millions of stickers and then says, "oh ooops - we can't do a Pertussis test here - you have to go to the BIG hospital." 


sigh 

So we head back out to our car after some very serious instructions that involved a parking garage, two elevators and a sky bridge. As we are loading up I say, "Sarah Jessica Parker - the stickers the stickers, we need to get the stickers back from the girl!!!!!!!!" 

So I run back in (have I mentioned it is really really really hot in Texas this time of year?) Anyway I digress......

We finally get to the next lab. I sign the children in at 4:18. My pediatrician gave us strict instructions (at 2:30 by the way) that we were to take the test (by the way - at this point - I still have NO idea what kind of test we were talking about but more on that later) by 5:00 in order to get results back before the holiday - 5:00pm -  I say - 5:00pm for the love of Mike - 5:00pm!!!!!!!!

So the lab guys says that they have to get someone from respiratory over there and it would be just a minute......

Tick 

Tock

Tick 

Tock 

Flash to 4:57pm - I am literally about to come out of my skin. I can feel the grey hairs pushing out of my scalp and the zits bulging out of my face............

Respiratory shows up. One by one I have to go back into a room with a man with a mask and gloves on and watch him joke as he shoves a sparkler- like object up each and every one of my children's noses until they screamed as if their eyelashes were being plucked out.......

.......it was great. By the time we left the hospital the poor Noodle was wheezing so hard from the stress of it all - I almost thought we were going to have to stop in at emergency to get a quick breathing treatment but at this point the Best Daddy has that grim - I am a Daddy - I am going to get us the hell out of here - if I have to go rogue Spiderman and climb the walls -  look on his face, so we just scurried on home. 

Thursday morning dawns and we play the waiting game. We stay in our pj's, we do breathing treatments, we make balloon animals (well sort of), we watch TV, we wait.......

Tick 

Tock 

Tick 

Tock 

2:00pm 

I call the hospital - here is the conversation.....

Me - yes hello there - I would like to check on my (insert last name) children's pertussis tests

Guy on phone at hospital - yes the labs are in the computer but I am afraid that I cannot release them to you - you are "only their Mother".......

Now let me tell you - at this point - you know when people joke about exploding - I actually know that feeling now - I really really think that my neck is sore now from trying to hold my head on.........

Anyway conversation continued....

Me - (voice one octave higher) ONLY THEIR MOTHER??????

Guy on phone - well yes Ma'am - we have no way of knowing if you are actually their Mother

Me - CAN YOU NOT TELL FROM THE HYSTERICAL TONE IN MY VOICE THAT I AM THEIR MOTHER????????

Guy on phone - I am sorry Ma'am - I need their doctor to call.

Me - click 

Speed Dial Pediatrician 

HithisisHollyinsertlastnamehereandtheywon'tletmehavethepertussisresultsbecausethey
saythatIamonlytheirMotherhaveyoueverinyourlifeheardofsomethingquitethatinsane??????

Nice lady on phone at Doctor's office - Holly - I promise we will call right now and call you back

Me - click again

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Riiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggggggg

Hello? Good news Mrs. Holly! All labs came back negative. Enjoy your Fourth of July weekend. 


Sweet Sarah Jessica Parker! 

Might have to enjoy an adult beverage this weekend - just thinkin' out loud here.......




Monday, September 16, 2013

Stuff I am grateful for....

A husband who cooks

A good carpool 

Wine

Coffee

Coworkers I actually like

My kids teachers 

Other Moms who have kids the same age as mine. 
(They totally get me.)

Funny kids who say funny things. 

Homemade gifts

Making a middle schooler laugh

Sitting down

Wine

A hot shower 

Shoes that don't hurt my feet.

Long days that go by quickly 

Coffee

Harold and the Purple Crayon

Belly laughing 

Kissing

Blog posts that have a logical ending

The ability to stop typing when I run out of things to say

ok - for real

Totally grateful for that.......