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I might just need to get a trophy caseCause I should be nominated for yet another Mom of the Year award. Shannon had a field trip today, one that she has anxiously been awaiting since the middle of 2nd grade. The 3rd graders go on a "walk through history" which consists of them walking from the school to the downtown, stopping at several landmarks and the local history museum, then going to a park for lunch, a boat ride and games. Then they walk back. This field trip had originally been planned for several weeks ago, but of course it was storming that day, so it was postponed until today (at this point, actually, yesterday). But I digress. The girls had been with their father and the Stepford wife for the holiday weekend and when they brought them home, they mentioned that Shannon had started coughing. But she had no other symptoms. Can you see where this is going? So this morning Shannon wakes up and complains that she doesn't feel right. I touch her and she is burning up. I take her temperature and sure enough, 102. At which point she starts crying hysterically about the field trip. So I agree that if medicine will bring down her fever, I will let her go (I was going to be with her). Which it does. So we go and she has a great time. Until we're walking back (all in all, it's a little over 5 miles) and she starts fading fast. We finally get back to the school and while we're sitting waiting for Emma, and Shannon starts complaining about this end of year party she was supposed to go to for a club she belongs to. I should point out that I really haven't been feeling quite up to par myself, so it was pretty easy to wear me down. So I agree that if medicine works again and she agrees to go home and sleep until it's time I will let her go. When I go to pick her up from the party she looks just awful. I bring her home and take her temp and it is 104.6. So I dose her with more medicine, strip her down, wipe her off with cool clothes and put an ice pack on her neck. About 20 minutes later I take it again. And now it's 104.9. I redress her, toss her and Emma in the car and head off for the ER. A couple hours and chest xrays later we get the diagnosis - pneumonia. Yes, I not only exposed about a million other kids to her, I allowed her to wear herself down even more. I tell you, that trophy shelf of mine is getting mighty crowded..... Beautiful plants, children and...Ticks?Princess Emma Boo's class is studying plants, so they took a field trip to a local native plant restoration area. Who knew? I had lived with five miles of this area for several years and never even knew it was there Anyway, we received a tick warning the day before, which kind of freaked me out. I have never even seen a tick, and the very thought of them just grosses me out. So we made sure to wear long pants, long socks and long sleeve shirts. Thankfully it was a little cold. There was one mom there who was so freaked about she wore light clothing, a tight shirt, baseball cap, tucked her pants into her socks and sprayed herself thoroughly with DEET. And wouldn't you know, she was the only one we found ticks on. Two of them. First the kids got a lesson on how flowers grow, in which a child get dressed up like a flower. All the parents were starting get a little concerned, as it was sounding more and more like a sex health class. Then, when the man was finished explaining, he sent the girl over to have the costume removed, making a comment that one of us would "deflower" her! We all just rolled our eyes and were thankful it went over the kids' heads. Then the kids got to plant wildflowers. The walk was very nice though. It's in a hilly area, which is pretty rare around here, part prairie restoration and partly tree shaded. I saw flowers I had never seen before, like,
Then there was and
Then there were plenty of other flowers, like Wild geraniums and Wild hyacinth
All in all, just a beautiful day. Doing the Happy Dance!I WON!!!!!!!! I won, I won, I won, I won, I won! Ha ha ha ha ha! (not that I’m gloating). I went to court today and his stupid attorney kept pushing that I should be found in contempt because I didn’t file the title change until AFTER I received the contempt order. But as it turns out, she worded it poorly and only mentioned the assignment and delivery, which I did even before the divorce was final. It was the first time I had ever seen my attorney angry. Prior to the trial (yes they actually requested a trial) she just kept pushing and pushing on something and he finally slammed the conference room door in her face, saying, “you’re really starting to get on my nerves”.
The Stepford wife was there, and just to tell you how attached at the hip they are, when they called my ex forward, she came too and had to be told to go back to her seat. I think she is that nervous about what he might say.
But the judge ruled in my favor and that’s all I care about. Of course, now the ex is going to be even more of a pain, but I can handle it. Taa DaaaMornings at our house are usually crazy and frequently short tempered. This morning, everything was going surprisingly smoothly. I realized I forgot something upstairs, ran up and got it. Then headed back down the stairs. And ended up at the bottom much faster than intended. Yes, I fell down the stairs. Again. Only five or six of them. And amazingly, landed on my feet at the bottom. Was standing there trying to figure out what had just happened when Emma yelled, "Mom, are you hurt?" to which I replied, "no, I'm OK" while wincing and shaking my hand. And Emma cries, "You're lying! You are hurt!" ehich totally caught me off guard. So I had to stop and explain that while the fall hurt, I wasn't actually injured.
Needless to say, was a little late for work. Again. I don't even know how to title this oneIf you're drinking something, stop before you read this. If you have to go to the bathroom, go first. Because this is guaranteed to make you wet your pants.
Emma and Shannon were playing in the tub the other night, splashing and laughing hysterically. Suddenly I hear screams of Mommy! Mommy! I run up the stairs as fast as I can, sure that one of them slipped and fell, cracking open their head and drowning (not that I have a vivid imagination or anything). I get to the bathroom door and their both standing in the tub, crying. Shannon says Emma pooped in the tub! And I said, "Well, don't stand there! Get out!"
As I wrapped a towel around Emma, I asked her what the heck happened. She looks at me crying and says, "I don't want to tell you, you'll get mad at me!"
At which point Shannon pipes in, "we were trying to see who could make the most bubbles (by passing gas apparently) and she pooped in the tub.
Gee, I'm so very proud. Mother's DayThe girls decided they wanted to make me breakfast in bed for Mother's Day. They had this wonderful plan of making eggs and toaast. Problem is, at 9 and 6, the mere thought of them in the kitchen with a lit stove unattended is the stuff that gives me nightmares. Fortunately, even though they wanted it to be a surprise, neither of them could keep their mouths shut. So yesterday while they were with their dad and the Stepford Wife I ran out to the store to buy my surprise breakfast. I ended up getting fruit and a coffee cake.
So then I had to drop hints all evening, praying they would be paying attention. At bedtime I helped Shannon set her alarm, which she never does, but I was careful not to question it. In the morning I still woke up a half hour before them, and just stayed in bed reading until I heard them get up, then pretended to be fast asleep. Imagine my "surprise" when they burst into my room loaded down with water, coffee cake and fruit. Of course we had to have the trauma of Emma losing her card for me. She hid it so well, we couldn't find it anywhere.
Shortly after that, fighting commenced, and life was back to normal. But that first half hour was pure bliss. Have a nice trip, see you next fall...Today was my one and only day to do major gardening. I really wanted to move all the hostas and daylilies in my yard. And because I share a walkway with my next door neighbors, I thought it would be nice to try to match their side of the walkway. All I had on my side were a few hostas that were totally overgrown with grass. So first thing this morning I went to my brothers, picked up all my large pots, then went to the local feed store to buy flowers. So many choices. I was walking around, looking at all the plants, trying to decide. I walked over to this flatbed to look at some others. I was staring at the flowers so intently I didn't notice the large hitch propped up on a cinderblock. And yes, I ran right into it. If that wasn't enough, I fell over it. And of course, it had to be in front of an audience. Delightful. So I get up and pretend I'm OK and finish picking out the flowers while trying to not limp. Suffice it to say, I now have a beautiful work of art covering my calf. And something tells me it will be even more lovely tomorrow.
More about my adventures in gardening tomorrow.... Prayer RequestOne of my friends has a daughter named Kassie. She is a sweet, wonderful 5 year old. They discovered what they thought was a rather small hole in her heart, but after further tests, it appears it is a large hole which will require open heart surgery. And of course her HMO is giving her trouble with the hospital she wants to go to. So please keep her in your prayers and thoughts. Boy, am I competent (at least in my own mind)Last weekend I put all my new lawn furniture together all by myself. Had to use tools and everything. There's a table, umbrella, chairs and a glider. Aldi specials. But pretty nice. When I went to put the glider together one of my neighbors was walking by and saw all 4 million pieces in front of me, laughed and said, "Good luck with that". Then another older woman stopped by and asked me if I had a husband. Please.
Then last night I went out to the basketball court to tell the neighbor girls their mom wanted them to go home. The ball bounced off the backboard, I caught it with one hand and lofted it back up and, nothing but net. How I did that I'll never know. But the guys that were playing at the other end actually stopped. And I just smiled like I could do it anytime I wanted and walked off the court.
Hah. Yes, Grace continues to be my middle nameOK, remember when I got those risers for under by bed? And then when I got up in the middle of the night I fell flat on my face?
Well, this morning I was getting ready for work, sat down on the edge of the bed and it collapsed! Only this time I fortunately fell on my well padded rear. Nearly put my eye out with my mascara tho. You know what they say: it's always fun until someone loses an eye. And btw, waterproof mascara is very hard to get off your face when there's a big streak of it all the way across.
Now that I finally got used to it being up high, wanna bet I break a toe trying to get out in the middle of the night?  |
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