Bad Week/Good Day

The whole family has been sick this week.
Abby was sick last Friday and Saturday.
Phoebe was sick last Saturday and Sunday.
Phoebe came home sick from school on Tuesday.
Abby was sick Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday and today.
I was sick Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday and a little better today.
Perry is starting to get sick today.
Fun times throwing up, diarrhea, fevers, body aches, and I have a major sore throat.
That's the bad part of the week.

The good part of the day was that I got out of the house and bought me a new vacuum.
I know....such a thrill.
Well it is a thrill when the old vacuum refuses to pick up anything anymore.

I got a coupon in the mail from Kohl's for 30% off anything.
I went to Kohl's and saw that the one I wanted was on sale. Bonus points!
But they were out of them. Figures.
I drove to another Kohl's and yay, they had some in stock.
So with their 15% off sale, and my 30% off I got my vacuum for 45% off! ( No s#*t Sherlock.)
I got a total of $91.00 off my vacuum. Plus, I got $20 in Kohls cash to spend next week.

It's a Bissell. Bagless! How cool is it to see all the dirt and crud that comes out of your carpet?! Yup, it's gross. But I love it. Now if it could only do laundry.

Fun with Geo

Early Saturday morning I set out with some other women to go Geocaching.
Perry was going to go too, but Abby got sick, so he stayed home with her. So, Girl Power all the way! We got to our destination as the sun was rising in the sky and started our journey.
We picked up a few caches along this trail on our way to the one we had our eye on. Snow was deep, the path was narrow, but the caching must go on.
Finally we reached the area that we needed to be to head to the cache we were seeking out.

A frozen swamp filled with cattails. See that clump of woods ahead? That's where we're headed. About a quarter mile through the cattails. Not all of the ground is frozen. It was up to us to find out where the safe steps were. We trudged forward slowly, and our lead cacher kept us informed of how close we were getting to ground zero.
Finally we reach our destination where I happen to have my first fall. Right in to a pile of yellow snow! Nice.
Meanwhile one of the women is waving the found cache at the rest of us. All that way, a fall in yellow snow, and she has it already? Arrgh. Oh well, after all that, it was a relief that we didn't have to search it out too long. We signed the log to show that we had indeed found it and realized that we had to go back at some point. A picnic lunch would have been nice after all that!
We had a few more caches on our list to find in the area. Better start moving.

Waaaay across the swamp to those trees! Ahhhhh! This is tough work! Our fearless leader starts out again, only on a different path, which was no path at all. Our way in was on a deer trail. She is a little ways ahead of us when suddenly we see she is down. Then the awful stench of swamp rot permeates our noses. She hit open water and went in up to her knees. HA! Don't listen to us when we say use your stick to test the ground before you step. So she backtracks and we head on to the other side of the swamp. We eventually get to the woods, but see that the cache is through these trees, across a huge, knee deep with snow, field. Trudge, trudge, trudge. I'm dying. Finally we make it there. We search and search and search for the cache, but we cannot come up with it. Then one of us decides to read up on the cache and finds out that it is not winter friendly. What!? That means that it is on the ground and if there is a ton of snow then it will be hard to find. Well there is a ton of snow, so we start to dig like dogs looking for the darn thing. Of course we can't find it, so we call it and decide to move on. Waaaaay across that huge, knee deep with snow field. I am sooooo ready to die. But this is not my ideal way to die, so I press on. It was a tough walk but 3 hours later since we started at sunrise, we were out and my vehicle never looked better. I collapsed in the parking lot (because I wanted to) and enjoyed the rest.
We moved on and ended up finding 20 caches that day.

Just got a call from school that Phoebe is sick. Need to go pick her up. Was waiting for this since Abby was sick Friday and Saturday. I'm feeling kind of queasy myself. Blah.

Pumpkin Guts

Unfortunately that is what Abby's stomach is feeling like.

Today we set out to get our pumpkins but the drive was a bit much for Abby.
She gets carsick sometimes and today was one of those sometimes.
Perry's driving is like being on a carnival spinny ride anyway, so I'm sure that didn't help.
We were about 20 miles away from home when she turned white as a ghost.
We stopped and let her out for some air and a place to heave, just in case.
She didn't barf but she said she felt better getting some air.
A few more miles down the road it happened.
I caught most of it in a bag, but she got some on her clothes and car seat. So we came home and I stayed with her and got her in the tub and washed the clothes and other stuff, while Perry and Phoebe and my sister and her husband went out again, in search for the great pumpkin.
Abby is feeling better which makes me think that it was carsickness and not the flu coming on. She just had to get out of that rollercoaster of a car.
A phone call from them tells me that they picked up 3 big pumpkins and some gourds for a total of $8.00. Not bad. Must be day before Halloween discounts.
Perry sent me a picture of Phoebe picking out some gourds. The hand on the right is my sister holding a gourd. I cropped her out because I know she would not want her picture on here. I don't think she would mind her hand.
Phoebe is starting to do better with her walking. I had to bribe her $1.00 today if she actually would put some weight on her leg. She walked with weight on it from upstairs, down the steps, and through the kitchen, and I'm out a dollar. Two more weeks and the crutches should be gone.

Abby just informed me she wants a sandwich, so thankfully the pumpkin guts feeling is gone.

Castoff, 50 & Molly Ringworm

Phoebe got her cast off yesterday. The x-rays show that the bone still has some healing to do. For it to heal she needs to use it. She will still be using her crutches for 3 weeks.

While waiting for her to be called in, I was looking through a magazine. I got to an article about turning 50 and how to do it. WHAT! The people in the picture looked way older than 50. I'm going to turn 50 in a few short months. I could not get past the pictures of the "old" looking people. I never did read the article. Tears started forming at the realization that I will be 50 soon. I was being looked at strangely by my family. We got in to the exam room and when they started to cut off Phoebe's cast, I started tearing up again. The article about turning 50 was still on my mind, along with my child going through this process. My family thought I was strange again, and I had to turn to the wall so the nurse wouldn't see me in tears. Good grief! I'm fine today.

My other child has Molly Ringworm. I say this because the word ringworm sounds disgusting and horrible and dirty and deadly. That's a bit dramatic, but if I say she has Molly Ringworm then it sounds a little more accepting to me. It's just a little dry patch on her leg, smaller than a dime. Nothing major. She says it itch's like crazy though. Putting a special cream on it for 2 weeks will take care of it.

These were the highlights of my week.
Have a nice weekend.

Up on the Housetop

Nope, no reindeer paws or Santa Claus. This housetop has to do with shingles.
Nope we're not re-doing our roof.
I have shingles! And they are PAINFUL!

What is shingles? (copied and pasted from WebMD)

Shingles (herpes zoster) is a viral infection of the nerve roots. It causes pain and often causes a rash on one side of the body, the left or right. The rash appears in a band, a strip, or a small area. Shingles is most common in older adults and people who have weak immune systems because of stress, injury, certain medicines, or other reasons. Most people who get shingles will get better and will not get it again.
You can't catch shingles from someone else who has shingles. But a person with a shingles rash can spread chickenpox to another person who hasn't had chickenpox and who hasn't gotten the chickenpox vaccine

What are the symptoms?

Shingles symptoms happen in stages. At first you may have a headache or be sensitive to light. You may also feel like you have the flu but not have a fever.

Later, you may feel itching, tingling, or pain in a certain area. That’s where a band, strip, or small area of rash may occur a few days later. The rash turns into clusters of blisters. The blisters fill with fluid and then crust over. It takes 2 to 4 weeks for the blisters to heal, and they may leave scars. Some people only get a mild rash, and some do not get a rash at all.

It’s possible that you could also feel dizzy or weak, or you could have long-term pain or a rash on your face, changes in your vision, changes in how well you can think, or a rash that spreads. If you have any of these problems from shingles, call your doctor right away.

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I am one to handle pain pretty well, but let me tell you, this is painful. I didn't know it was shingles so I didn't call the doctor, so I can't get an antibiotic for it. You have to catch it right away within 2 days to get treatment. They could give me something for the pain but I said no. For now. The pain seems to be getting worse, and the dr. said to call anytime if I needed something.
Right now I'm feeling like someone is pushing my shoulder down with all their strength and I'm trying to push it back up. And that someone else is punching me in the arm real hard and they're not stopping. It also feels like I have the achy body that you get from the flu. Also, like I'm being strangled on one side of my neck. Real fun!

Prayers welcome! Thanks.

Not what it's supposed to be

Today did not turn out the way it was planned.
Abby had a pumpkin patch outing for preschool today.
Perry knew he was going to be off so he was going to go with her. Happy Abby!
Phoebe was off of school the past 3 days. She was going to have a friend over.
Yesterday Perry gets news that he has to go to Chicago for work today.
He breaks the sad news to Abby. She's sad and cries.
Perry says this is the sh***y part of his job.
I am prepared to go with Abby to the pumpkin patch.
Grandma is called and she will watch Phoebe for a few hours.
Friend is called and play date is delayed a few hours.
This morning Abby wakes up and says she feels sick.
I take her temp and it's 100.something.
Call grandma and tell her to not come.
Call friend and tell her not to come.
Call Abby's school and tell them Abby is not going to come.
This is supposed to be a picture of Abby in the pumpkin patch instead it's Abby in the chair sporting a fever.

What a difference a day makes

From this goofy girl of yesterday...
To this feverish and throwing up girl of today.
Hoping this crazy girl is back tomorrow.
hairdo courtesy of her big sister

He wants to do WHAT?!

This morning I went to the dentist for a routine cleaning.
I didn't realize that it's been 1 and a half years since my last cleaning.
Where did that time go? But since I'm a frequent brusher and flosser, I was not worried.

Since it's been that long, I had some extra tarter buildup.
I'm told I have excess tarter anyway, so waiting that long between cleanings made for a fun time.

First she blasts the top layer with a hand held sandblaster.
I was ready to go through the roof every time she hit a nerve.
Not to mention the high pitched squeal the machine made, that only a dog should have heard.
Can you say irritating? I did.

So after forever, she starts with the scraping off the rest of the plaque.
I was so close to telling her "enough"! "I'm outta here".
But I stayed like a good little patient.

Next comes the polishing.
Another high pitched squealing machine that blasts water and baking soda onto my teeth to make them shiny.
I'm handed some safety glasses to protect me from the aftershock of the blast.

On to the flossing. Lady...I flossed before I came, but go ahead, torture my already sore gums some more.

All finished?
No. I have yet to meet with the dentist.

The guy has got to be almost 80 if he's not yet, and I do admire his knowledge. However, he is one to push his services on his patients.

Today was no different.
I know what he's saying is true, and if I don't watch it, my teeth will fall out eventually. That, I do not want to happen!

So this is what he tells me.

The nerves of my two bottom center teeth are exposed, and there is little bone left to hold them in. Yes I see that, my question is how long will this little bone I have last? 1 year? 20 years?
Oh first let me tell you what he had to do to come to that conclusion.
He pulls my bottom lip out past my nose and tells me by pulling on this, it makes for little gum left to hold my teeth in.

Uh, excuse me...Dr. Dentist...DON'T PULL MY BOTTOM LIP AND I SHOULD BE FINE!

Anyway, here's his solution.
Him: "We will make a slice right here in your gums under the bottom teeth. Then we will cut out a chunk from the roof of your mouth and graft it to the sliced bottom gum and in about 10 days check out how it's sealing up. We will sew it together with dental floss. HUH?!

I must have looked quite pale at the time, because he quickly added that if I'm scared he will give me happy gas, and numb it up real good.
It's not the pain, I can handle the pain. I don't get nervous with dental work. I'm not one for happy gas. I had it once and sure I was happy, but that feeling is just way to weird for me.

It was the description of what he was going to do to my mouth. Slice, cut, graft, stitch with dental floss. I didn't know this was even possible.

And just what will I look like with this newly grafted chunk of skin on the lower half of my mouth? I picture Rocky Balboa after he gets the snot beat out of him. "Cut me, cut me"
I know he was talking about his eye, but I feel I will be saying that about my lower lip.

Crap. So my happy little dentist is going to have this submitted to our insurance co. and let me know in a few weeks what the damages will be.
He keeps telling us we have good insurance and we should use it while we can. Yes dr. and in the meantime fill your pockets as well.
He so conveniently finds something every other year for Perry and I.
We are still paying on the last 2 years worth. Boy, just imagine if we didn't have that wonderful insurance that he says we have.

He smoozes me by telling me that such a young lady should have her own nice teeth, and not false ones.
OK, Mr. Dr., I was young when I first saw you back in 1968, and getting closer to 50 isn't exactly a young lady. And you, Mr. Dentist are close to or over 80, so yes, I guess I am a young lady to your eyes.

But you are right. I do not want false teeth, and if you need to slice, cut, and graft so I can keep my own teeth, then so be it. (SHUDDER)

Cough Cough

Today I finally went to the doctor after 3 weeks of coughing. Just coughing. No snot nose or achy feeling. Hard coughing. Finally it started to produce some junk to cough up. On the road to recovery? No. Cough, cough, cough. Leave church and an Arbonne party because of disturbing the peace, coughing.

Phoebe had the same kind of cough, so I didn't hesitate to take her to the doctor. She was put on an antibiotic and is doing well. So why did I hesitate to take myself to the doctor? I don't know. I thought I would get over it.

I'm sure I would have gotten over it, but starting my 4th week of this coughing was a bit much. Last night I had such a dry cough, that I felt I was not getting enough air in my lungs, so that was my deciding factor of going to the dr. That, and hubby said please go.

I call at 9:11 this morning and she asked can you be here by 9:45? Sure I can, I replied.
I quickly got showered and dressed and told the girls to get dressed, and we were out the door by 9:38 and got there at exactly 9:45. I'm good.

So I was given an antibiotic for bronchitis and an inhaler for a week or two. My doctor said she had the same thing, as did my daughter, 2 sisters, and mother-in-law.

So.....Mimi...it's time you get to the doctor and get checked out. Just a concerned suggestion.

Then my doctor brings up mammograms and pap tests. Ya, Ya, Ya, I'll get around to getting them. Since moving back here, I never got around to getting those tests done. So my last ones were over 4 years ago. Please don't yell at me.

My doctor told me that at a nearby hospital they have Walk-In-Wednesdays for mammograms, so that is what I will do. I will walk in Wednesday for my boob squish.
Which is a good thing for me. I'm not good at calling in for appointments for that kind of stuff. So walk in is good for me. Now how about walk in paps?

Hubby is gone for the week again. His flight was delayed at one airport, which made him miss his connecting flight at another airport, which delayed him in getting to the job site today, which makes him stay over another day, which means he comes home Friday instead of Thursday. I see it as God providing for us, so I don't go crazy from him not being around much.

That's all I have, besides a hemorrhoid. Have a wonderful day.

I'm sick

I'm not physically sick, just emotionally sick of all the sickness in this world. So many children, and adults having cancer or some other disease, or illness. Some dying from it. I hate it!

I read so many blogs where kids and adults are sick. Some just normal sick. Ex. colds, flu, just all around yuckiness, and many who have a disease and are fighting a losing battle.

I get so attached to these families, that it pains me when sickness occurs in their family. I feel like it's happening to my own family. I hurt when they hurt, I grieve when they grieve.

I do know I have an awesome and powerful God who saves and heals. I don't understand it all, but I know God is hearing my prayers and thousands others, of our intervening for these sick people. I know His answer, whether it's the answer we want or not, is His perfect will.

He deserves the glory. He is the great I AM! And to know we can boldly go before His throne and ask for anything, is a privilege I don't take lightly.

Today is no different. I go before my Great and Mighty Lord and ask for complete healing for:

Stellan, Heidi and her children, Sheryl, Abby, Samuel, Cindy, Tricia, Bridget, Mistee, Summer, Rooney and little Goose (allergies), Phoebe, Perry, Phyllis and so many others.

Lord hear my prayer.

Not Me Monday

Oh this has been a fine week. Thank goodness it's Not Me Monday and none of this stuff happened. HA! That's what this NMM is all about. We get to write things that we really do not want to confess to. shhh, but it really did happen. MckMama started this, so check out her Mr. Linky to see hundreds of others NMM.

The, My Child Was Not Sick post.

Phoebe was not sick all week, with a fever and she did not stay home from school, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.



Which means that she didn't have a stack of work to catch up on. Good grief, she is in 1st grade, what's with all the work?

After 3 days of being sick, and not saying 3 words all week, Phoebe did not catch up on her "backtalk" to me. Boy, sorry you were sick kiddo, but I sure didn't miss your mouthy talk much.

Against my better judgment, dad didn't take the girls shopping all over the place on Saturday. (while I lay around in bed til noon)

I'm sure germs didn't cover my children from shopping, and fester in to their already ill bodies.

And because Phoebe was not ill, I didn't have to take her to the ER Sunday night, because of ear pain.

She does not have double ear infection.

I will not have to call her in absent from school, yet another day. AHHHHHHHH

Poor baby.





Her little hospital gown and bracelet are not pretty cute on her. And that blanket was not the warmest, freshly heated blanket around.

What a week. And I am so glad another week of a sick kid is starting again. NOT!

Prayers appreciated. Thanks.

If I...

If I hear one more cough,

If I see one more fever over 102,

If I empty out one more bucket of puke,

If I open one more box of Kleenex,

If I have to call school one more day,

Then I will thank my Lord, that my children are alive. Not well, but alive.

Heal them Lord, in Your Name, I pray.

Did I sign up for this?

Sometimes it's so hard to be a parent. And I don't mean when the kids are naughty and not listening to me. It's the heartbreak that parents have to go through.

Like this morning.

A few weeks ago, Phoebe's 1st grade class had a speech meet, where they had to memorize a bible verse or poem and say it in front of the class. They also had to explain a little about the verse or poem. They do this, I suppose, to get ready for the real speech meet that takes place in the higher grades, that include different schools in the area.
Phoebe chose Ephesians 6:1-3. She did very well at the meet and received 100 points out of 100.

A few days ago, she told me she was selected to say her bible verse at chapel this morning.

Back to this morning. I told Phoebe I would be at chapel to see her say her verse in front of the whole church. Well, the Kindergarten thru 5th grade anyway. (Scary to me!)

Abby wasn't feeling well. She has a cough. A gross, productive cough that she doesn't spit out, but rather swallows. Ick. But, I had to take her, and I was going to slip out of chapel as soon as Phoebe was finished saying her verse.

We drop Phoebe off at 8:10, go to the chapel and wait there for 20 minutes. Chapel starts at 8:30. Abby is fine, just laying in my arms. Chapel starts, we sit through 15 minutes of worship songs. Abby is fine, just lying in my arms. The speaker starts speaking, talking for about 10 minutes, when Abby tells me she has to throw up. WHAT! You've been fine for 45 minutes. Not one cough at all, and now you tell me you have to throw up. No! Hold it until Phoebe is done. She should be speaking any minute now.

Of course I didn't say that to her. I whisked her out in to the hallway and tried to get to the bathroom. Too late. What does a mother do when there is no place to throw up in to? Why she holds her hand to the sick girls mouth, so she can puke in it. Oh the joy to have a load of puked up snot deposited in your hand. Yup, all the crap she coughed up ended up in her stomach and she threw it back up. Some in my hand, and the rest she held in her mouth until we got to a toilet.

What a good girl she is. She actually listened to me when I told her to hold it in her mouth. I didn't really mean she actually had to hold it in her mouth, but that's what came out of my mouth, and she listened. Ha!

So we are in the bathroom, she's getting rid of her puke in the toilet and I'm washing off my puked on hand. She cleans up, and we head out, back to church.

I open my ears and hear a little girls voice speaking. Nooooooo, that can't be Phoebe. I run to the nearest door, leaving my sick child behind. I do hear Abby coming up in the rear, her big clunky boots pounding away.

I see Phoebe up on stage, behind the microphone, and this is what I hear...
"that you may enjoy long life on the earth. Ephesians 6, verses 1 thru 3. Audience claps.

WAHHHHHHH, I was there only for the last 9 words of the 41 word scripture. I wanted to cry. Did she see that I was gone? Did she think I ditched her? Is this a start of her not trusting me?

My heart broke twice this morning. Once, because I don't like to see my kids sick and feeling miserable, and the other time because I felt I wasn't there for Phoebe, and be her loudest clapper.

I know Phoebe will understand why I wasn't in the room to hear her, but it will take her being a mother, to understand the heartbreak I am feeling. All because we love our children.

Oh What A Night...

Perry came home around 4:30 yesterday after being gone since the Thursday before last. Yay. He brought home some cheese curds and sticks of sausage. My kids love when he does this. One of my children (and I'm saying one of my children, because she has this attitude of "why are you talking about this?" and "I told you some things are private"!) ate waaaay too many sausages. I didn't know she ate that many until she told me, because I would have stopped it. Normal evening, kids running around, having fun. Normal bedtime. Girls slept in Abby's bed together. Perry goes to bed, I go to bed. Perry starts snoring loudly and disturbing my sleep. I go into Phoebe's room and fall asleep. 1:00 a.m. one of my children comes looking for me, finds me, and tells me she threw up on the bed. Oh great. I go in and smell, not throw-up, but sausage. Blech! Knowing that it's really throw up and not sausage almost makes it worse than smelling throw up. I pull off the comforter, find out the blanket under it has some, pull that off, see the sheets are wet. So as not to disturb the other childs sleep, I wipe off the sheet, and throw a towel over it, and tell empty stomached child to get back in. She protested some, that no way she was going to sleep on a towel. Ok then, sleep on the wet, puked on sheet. She slept on the towel. We all go back to bed. Meanwhile hubby is snoring in the comforts of our bed. No clue what's just went on.

This morning I wake up and remember that I have bedding to wash. I go get the sheets and see the wall is covered with a nice spray of barf. Sausage smelling barf. Along with the carpet, which of course the puke is lodged between the floorboard. With daughter in the shower, washing sausage out of her hair, I am washing sausage puke off the wall and carpet.

Ok she's clean, wall is clean, carpet is clean. Time for bedding. Sheets are now in the washer, and I am dreading peeling apart the comforter to see the big damage. I have to get the big chunks of puke off before I put it in the washer, because those won't go down the drain. Washer is now in spin mode, which means I have to get moving. Daughter doesn't have the flu, just a case of too much greasy sausages.

Happy Saturday!

A little of this, a little of that

This morning, and still right now, it is a cold, icy world in my neck of the woods. The roads were fine taking Phoebe to school, but driveways, and parking lots were a nightmare. Even the snow on top of the grass is icy. It's pretty, but crazy to drive on.
I took the tree down, plus some of the decorations. Perry was sad that I didn't tell him, because he wanted to say one last goodbye. Huh? I let him haul the tree out to the curb, he could say his goodbyes then.

He took this picture and told me it turned him on. Huh? It was the fact that I take the time to do stuff around here that he appreciates, and that turns him on. ok...whatever! Next time I'll come to bed with a laundry basket on. woo hoo. Notice, that it is just folded, it wasn't put away for several days. Since I'm still suffering with a cold, I rested in bed in the late morning. Our power went off for whatever reason, but I just burrowed down in my blankies and waited for it to come back on. It did about 2 hours later. The house just got 3 degrees colder. We thanked the Lord for electricity, and heat, and shelter.

Abby took the time to do her nails and lips. A fine job.

Oh, and Barbie really needs a bigger vehicle. Or at least make a few trips. This is downright dangerous. Not one of these dolls are touching the ground. Except Ken. He was thrown out a block away. 6 Barbies, 2 little girls, and one baby in the pink suitcase. 1 chair, and one tray of food, covering the baby. All in a 2 seater bug. Maybe Ken bailed out on his own.
This was life at my house today.

Today. so far

Nothing to exciting going on here. I guess that can be a good thing. I'm on the last leg of this cold. Hacking away with a dry cough.
I helped out in computer class in Phoebe's 1st grade class. A few kids sneezed all over their keyboards, but I did not cough or hack on them. Gee, and I was worried about giving them my germs. We didn't have computers when I was in school, not even high school. We were lucky to have electric typewriters. Now that's telling my era! (Think, That 70's Show)
Perry's on the phone about a prescription that the company wants to jack up $60. That's $100 total. It was $40. They want him to take a generic, and he would have no problem with that if it was available in injection form. It's not. Injections give him instant relief, a pill would take 45 minutes to 2 hours to kick in. Anyone who suffers with migraines would know about instant relief, over several minutes relief. I don't get them, so I guess I just will take his word on it.
Abby is being a bum. She should be zonking out soon. She decided to wake up at 6:30. I'm surprised she's dressed like that, it's usually a tank top and shorts.

Phoebe was hungry for pizza the other night, but I didn't have any on hand, and I didn't want to wait for delivery, so I put her to work with some english muffins, spaghetti sauce, cheese, pepperoni, oregeno, and ta-da.... mini pizzas. She thought it was cool, because she made them herself.
They tasted good too. I think I ate, um... more than 1.

My bible stares at me. I need to get into Gods word now. Happy day, everyone.

Moms are not allowed to get sick

I am sick today. Nothing major, just a cold, but I still feel yucky.
I woke up this morning and asked Perry if he could take Phoebe to school. He said sure, but I had to make sure she was ready and fed. Um...sure, but what did you do for me when you were suffering the past few days? Nothing! I made you soup and was at your beck and call. But, that's ok, because I felt good, and you did not. Today, you feel good and I do not, yet I am doing more than I should need to. But that's ok too. I do not want to complain. I will just be a mom, and realize that moms can't get sick, because the home will fall apart if we do.