
My mom had some gummy bears at her house and I just couldn't resist having a few. It took me back. Way back to 4th grade at Reinhardt Elementary. When gummy bears were all the rage. I really hate it when people say "all the rage" but I just couldn't think of any other way to word it. So much for creative writing. I remember when they first came out and we would lick the back and stick them on our shirts. Whenever I eat gummy bears I remember riding in the back of Michelle Calvo's truck (they had a top on, what do you call those things?) with a bunch of our friends on our way to a BA football game to hear her brother perform in the band. We had a big honkin' bag of gummy bears with us.
Addison is sick. Again. Croup, bronchiolitis, and an ear infection. I get to fight with her every 4 hours while trying to give her a breathing treatment.
We had an open house Saturday. We had several people come through, but no bites. My mom said I need to let everyone know that our house is for sale so if they know someone looking for a house, they can tell them about ours. So ok, everyone, my house is up for sale. I know that most of you reading this know SOMEONE who lives here. So get on the ball and find someone to buy my house! SIGH! What have you been doing, just sittin' around?
My children's dresser drawers are stuffed and overflowing and it is making me crazy. The problemo? Winter clothes mixed with spring clothes. Why? Why don't I just put away all the winter clothes, you ask. Because our weather varies a little from day today. You know it's like 78 degrees one day, the next it is 48 and snowing. Lovely.
I have all these plants and flowers at my house now, 'cause you know, I was trying to be all fancy pants at my open house. Well, there is a reason why I never have had plants or flowers before. It makes me crazy to have to go around and water them all every day. And it has only been 2 days. I am a firm believer in taking care of the living things that have come forth from my womb, and only those things. I wonder how long the flowers will last.....(don't worry, if I happen to be watching your kids, I make an exception)
I did consider getting a dog yesterday. When Addison eats at my house, there is disaster all over the floor beneath her. When she eats at my mothers house, the floor beneath her is spotlessly clean. Why? Because Bean-O (my brothers dog) stands at attention right next to the high chair when she is eating. I don't even think the food has a chance to hit the floor. That would be nice, to always have a clean kitchen floor. The only problem is that eventually Addison will outgrow the whole food on the floor thing, and then we will be stuck with this.....dog. And in case you missed it a minute ago, I have this belief about caring for things not of my womb. Not exactly a belief, per say, but really, just an inability on my part. I feel like I am doing pretty good to feed and love and nourish and bathe the 4 living creatures I HAVE to feed and love and nourish. Why throw something more into the mix?
You know a while back when I thought I broke my toe? Well that finally healed but the side of my foot right under my pinkie toe hurt really bad, so I started thinking I might have broken some little bone that connects my toe to my foot. It still hurts really bad. In fact, I woke up just this morning thinking, dang, my foot really hurts. Well, let me tell ya, if I thought it hurt then, oh was I in for a treat. I have a daughter who oft times wakes up in a less than pleasant mood. This morning was no different. She woke up and decided that she really needed to go to the bathroom right then. Well, unfortunately for her, her little sister had just woken up and was already using their bathroom. The first sister decided that the second sister was taking far too much time, so she was trying to shove her off the toilet before the second sister was finished. I heard the commotion and went to see what the problem was this time. Well, at this very moment my house is SPOTLESSLY CLEAN. A phenomenon that doesn't occur very often. In fact this might be the first time. Anyhoo, I wanted it to stay that way, but I soon realized if I didn't do something and do it quick we were going to have a pee problem. Because sister #2 was about to get pushed off the toilet in the middle of doing her business and sister #1 was doing the potty dance in between shoves. So I took sister #1 by the shoulders and started guiding her to another bathroom. She threw an even bigger fit. We only have 4 bathrooms in this house, but you would have thought I was trying to force her out back under a bush or something. Well, in the struggle her foot caught my previously damaged pinkie toe and pulled it away from my foot. YOUCH! I think I might have cried. It hurt so bad. And it still hurts. And it is all blue and purple again. And my foot really hurts. I was not very happy.
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I was wondering where you went..I thought you and Kristy were boycotting us or something.
That was really long but I read the whole thing and I am GLAD you are posting again. So I will take the LONG post over no post.
The bathroom story made me laugh. I am so glad I don't have girls.
Sorry. I didn't write it all at once, so I didn't realize it was so long until I published it.
Welcome back. I wish i could get myself to blog again. Maybe someday.
I laughed so hard at the potty story-I am anxious for Sydney to be potty trained, but not so much excited for the process. Oh, and I totally noticed Mariah Carey's hair, also-so random!
I like Mariah's music, mostly. I just really can not stand her. She does seem so diva-ish. Makes me barf.
Sorry for that! The bathroom story had me cracking up! Sounds like my girls they always HAVE TO use the same bathroom at the same time. Drives me batty.
I was starting to really worry about you, glad to have you back. I hope your toe is better. Did she get in any trouble for her potty pushing?
Uhhh, yeah she got in trouble. We just added it to her running tab.
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