Another day in the life of a mom....

So, 2 weeks ago Jessie and Noah were playing upstairs rough housing, running, jumping, giggling and just having fun...that is until someone got hurt. The older brother pulled on the little sisters arm just a little too hard and she was hurt.

I didn't hear any major crying, so I really didn't think much of it, but Noah tells me, "mom you better come check on Jessie she is crying." So, I go to her and the reason I didn't hear her crying was because she was lying on her tummy on the floor with half her body under the bed.

Now my daughter is a whiner, can be a little dramatic, produces crocodile tears but she rarely ever really, really cries. She was really crying and I was scared. So I try to move her and she cries more and I ask Noah, "what did you do?" and instruct him to go get my phone. He returns and starts crying. So now I have 2 kids crying, one that might have a really hurt arm and one who is feeling really, really bad about what he did.

I get Jessie to move her arm a little, I touch it up and down - you know exam it and I don't see anything poking out, no blood or bruising, but the girl is still freaking out. Again, she does not REALLY cry a lot. So, I decide we better get her to the doctors to get her checked out. Side note: when Noah was 3 he broke his leg - we called the paramedics and BOTH of them said it was NOT broken. By 3am we decided to take him to the emergency room in the morning because he cried off and on all night and was in a lot of pain when he moved his leg in certain positions. And guess what it was broken. So since we lived through that, I needed to make sure her arm was not broken.

So, off the doctors where she freaks out even more - again not like her. My head is hurting, my heart is breaking , I'm trying not to cry and I can't get a hold of my husband. The one time I really need him and I can't get him on his cell phone and I can't get him to pick-up when I call his job. I am serious the one time.

The doctor tries to exam my daughter who is freaking out, screaming and yelling, "mommie no, mommie no!!!"...and won't let the doctor touch her arm so the doctor leaves and lets her calm down a bit and I finely get her to point to where it really hurts....that is after I ask her if she wants to leave and she says yes, so I say tell me where it hurts. So, she does and I tell the doctor when she returns and she finally checks out her arm and we don't think anything is broken at this point, but to be sure she should get an x-ray. Jessie is not happy with this idea at all.

I try to call Brian again as we leave the doctor's office and head to the hospital for an x-ray. Again I can't get him and tell the receptionist if and when she sees him tell him I am taking his daughter to get an x-ray on her arm. I get a hold of my sister-in-law and she meets me in a parking lot and takes Noah, so I can concentrate on Jessie and as we head to get her x-ray daddy finally calls. He was in a meeting and could not answer the phone. The one time I really needed him- go figure.

So, Jessie gets an x-ray nothing is broken, daddy meets us at the hospital after the x-ray and another 2 screaming spells and an old technician guy who had no business working with kids - another side note:he told Jessie she wasn't going to get dinner if we here for 4 hours trying to take the x-ray. I ignored him, said many prayers, told myself that guys lucky Brian was not there to hear him talk to Jessie that way and I just talked and sang to Jessie and she finally let them x-ray her arm.

We head back to aunt Kathy's house to get Noah and the kids enjoy some ice cream, before dinner and we finally make it home. She had a rough first night and did not move her arm normally again till about 4 days later because it was probably a stiff and sore and for some tender loving care attention.

Another day in the life of a mom. But God is good and we all survived - well except for Noah - we told him that when the hospital bill comes it's coming out of his commission(allowance).

You don't sing me love songs anymore.....

So, hubby and I were watching American Idol the other night and after we listened to one of the contestants sing a love song I turned to him and said, "why don't you sing to me?" This has been an ongoing question of mine for several years. I really enjoy his voice and it would mean so much to me if he sang to me every once in awhile.

Now please taken into consideration my hubby used to be the lead singer in a band for many years before we met and he when I first came to NC to visit him he sang to me in the car and he sang at our wedding. So, I know he can sing and he sings very well.

I told him he could have sang me a nice song on Valentine's Day. He of course said, "you were sick." I told him I still would have enjoyed it even while sneezing, blowing my nose and coughing. He did not see the joy it.

I know singing is not at the top of his priority list right now....taking care of his family is. And I know that he feels that he has not really sang in so long that makes him uncomfortable.....guess he wants to sound just right, but I'm not looking for a concert. Just a nice simple, sweet song from the man I love.

Valentine's Day

Well, Valentine's Day this year was not filled with a romantic dinner or cuddling, but me lying in bed sick. I did get roses and a funny card - not a romantic card, but a card none the less. I also got to sleep in, but it's hard to enjoy it when you have a yucky nose making it hard to breath when you lay down.

My hubby also took care of the kids by taking them to Noah's Upward Basketball game and to Chick-fil-a .....which was wonderful and I will take that over chocolate any day.

You know it stinks to be sick any time of year, but there are certain days that would be so much better when you are healthy......your birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, your wedding anniversary and Valentine's Day.

I wonder if Puffs ever thought about making a Valentine theme tissue box?

Snow, Snow, Snow!

We finally got some snow! And I mean SOME! Not a lot, but enough for the kids to enjoy a little sledding, snowball fights with daddy and just have some plain old fun!

Snow was predicated in the forecast to start around 12am.... but here in Wake Forest, NC that could be a little, a lot or known at all. So we kept an eye on things through the night. When I got up to use the potty around 1am I looked out the window to check and there was none. Around 4am when I looked out the window there was snow, but it wasn't sticking to the ground. Then around 7am I woke-up to kids singing, "snow, snow, snow!" So I looked out the window and yeah there was some snow... and it was sticking to the ground and enough on the grass for the kids not only to be excited, but daddy too!

When they say, "Don't worry mommie" you worry!

So, Jessie once again surprises me with her very unique personality. I see her in the hallway with her brush and the detangling spray that I use on her hair. I ask her to put it back so she does not waste the spray. About 10 minutes later I am walking past her and look at her and her hair looks really wet and slicked back. I take a double take and wonder what has she done to her hair!



I ask her to come closer and upon closer viewing discover she has cut her bangs! Not just a little, but a lot and very short. I ask her, "what was she thinking?" She does not answer. I go to the hallway where I saw her brushing her hair, no hair....so I ask her, "where did you cut your hair?" She shows me the evidence and lots of it in the kitchen, which makes for easy clean up.

I bag up the hair and we go sit to have a little chat while I examine herself haircut a little closer. I ask her, " what was she thinking and why did she think it was okay to cut her hair?" She just lowered her head and finally answered, "mommie, don't worry it's only hair and it will grow back." All I can say is, "oh Jessie" and think ya it will grow back but not till summer and that's 5 months away!

Whatever you call it, it stinks!

Okay, so I am going to talk about bodily fluids. Not blood, mucus or anything like that. But urine, pee. Why you ask? Because since I was a little girl for some reason cleaning the bathroom has been my job which includes the wonderful toilet, the commode, the john, or the potty. Whatever you call it, it still stinks to clean.

I really dislike cleaning the potty not only because you are dealing with someone else's pee, but because I don't pee on the side of the toilet or the back of the toilet or on the floor or on the wall.....it's not my pee that needs cleaning up! I know how to use the potty! And let's be honest it's just not one of those fun chores no matter what handy dandy little new cleaning toy the companies come out with. And really no chores are fun, at least for me. This is one of things God is still working on with me. In all things be happy - even cleaning. I need lots of prayer in this area. I don't mind cleaning up once, but to turn around 5 minutes later to only find a mess again is a little frustrating at times.

Anyway I go to use the potty the other day and there is pee on the back of the toilet. And of course I clean it, not only so I have a clean potty to use, but because it's not sanitary and of course I would like a bad, lazy wife and mom for not cleaning it. And later I tell hubby that he and my son Noah need to have another lesson in how to properly aim when using the potty. Of course hubby blames the boy. I think I might be passing on another chore.....the boy is getting older and perhaps this will make his aim better. It's a shot.

So, how long can I lock myself in my bedroom?

So, I want my hormones to go back to "normal"...the way they were before I had kids. I use to look at things in a positive way...you know the glass if half full not half empty, this was just not meant to be and something better awaits, at least this didn't happen, etc. Not so much now.

To top it off my son Noah who is 7 goes through these "phases" every so often and God help him that it does not happen during "that time of the month" because I can only count to 10 so many times, use logic and pray before I can't keep it in and I think the neighbors might call social services or just end up locking myself in my bedroom till daddy gets home. Okay, so I never locked myself in the bedroom till daddy got home, but I sure wanted to.

Anyway last week Noah is on this role or in one of those "phases" questioning everything..."why do I have to do that"...."do I have to"......crying, whining, huffing and puffing around the house. Totally being disrespectful and totally not my sweet, loving little boy that I miss so much. So, by the weekend I had had enough so much to the point my hubby told me to get out of the house and go do something fun. So, I thought what could I do.....go scrapbook, but that would taken too long to get my stuff together and who could I get to go? I could go shopping, well in my case window shopping because we have a limited budget...like no money and that's no fun. Side note: Who likes to window shop?? Who says lets go see things we like and would like to have and can't buy?? Who?? Seems like torture to me. And then there was the movies but there were just no good, decent movies out to see. None that weren't too offensive in one way or the other. So, I took a nap.

I would like to say the nap did the trick.....that I woke up to my sweet, loving little boy who became a wonderful listener but nope that did not happen. So, I' am off to see what Dr. Dobson says about how long you can lock yourself in the bedroom without being considered a bad mom.