Sick and Tired! Well, Mostly Sick

This week something very close to the bubonic plague hit me, minus the festering pustules. Started out with congestion and quickly turned to aching, wheezing, puffy eyes, can't sleep misery. On Tuesday we had a 2.5 hour meeting in which I was barely able to hold up my head. Did anyone say to me, "You should really go home"? No, of course not. I'd probably have to pass out at the reception desk to be sent home.

So yesterday I decided to stay home. Well, 'decided' implies I had a choice. I couldn't move so really, I had no choice. I stayed in bed and just hoped to live through this. Belly came in to check on me at some point in the morning. He jumped on the bed and stuck his cherub face in front of me and asked, "Momma, do you got a sunburn on your nose?" When he realized I was half dead and he could probably get his way, he rubbed his hands together like a comical bad guy and asked if I'll play Spongebob Googly Eyes with him when/if I wake up. That's what he calls Monopoly because of the (you guessed it) Googly eyes on the box. Yeah, sure kid. Leave me alone.

Then at 11am Golden Boy's school called and said he wasn't feeling well, so my dear husband went to pick him up. He came home and started playing Spongebob Googly Eyes with Belly. On my way to get more of the useless decongestant I mentioned that he didn't look very sick to me. His smile faded and he looked at me very seriously over his glasses and he said, "Oh, but I am."

A few shots of NyQuil later and everything blissfully faded away.
Until the alarm went off this morning.
Got up with much effort and went to get the kids moving. DH didn't help with the kids, instead took himself a nice solitary shower. Golden Boy was moving slower than my dead grandmother. (Don't know where that saying came from, but I don't have any dead grannies) For once in his little life, Belly was the only one doing what he was supposed to. I handed GB his clothes, and came back in with a waffle and sausage for him. Instead of THANKING me, he yells out that he wanted cereal. This did not elicit a nice response from me. So I go upstairs mumbling about the ungrateful child and my dear husband asks if I'm on a laundry hiatus. I scream out, "I've been sick! What do you want from me!" and storm out of the room. The morning continued as such with me feeling like a maid (and a rotten one at that!) And now I'm at work, preparing for another meeting. This one should "only" last an hour I'm told. Yay.

I'm still not feeling so great. Well, at least there's NyQuil to look forward to!

Ty-D-Bowl

Ty-D-Bowl not only turns water blue, but hands as well! Looks like I stuck my finger in a Smurf.

Attempted Murder, Part 3

Yesterday I was cleaning out the fish tank. The same little guy who hasn't been the same since Belly stirred his water. I couldn't find the little net thing to get him out of the tank so I had the brilliant idea that I could just catch him in a little cup as I poured the water out. Over a sink full of dirty dishes, no less. Belly was standing next to me and saw the fish go into the cup and promptly fly right out. He started screaming and jumping up and down, while I was trying to catch the slimy little thing as he flopped around in the dishes. I caught him by the tail two seconds before he'd have gone down the drain. He was saved by a puddle of milky water with some rogue Cheerios. Ew. But hey, looked like he had a good time.

On Being Thankful

Had one of those moments today that just reduced me to tears and not in a good way. Pity party, table for one. I don't have many of those. Some people cry - I'm usually not one of them. I prefer to point and laugh at those people. So anyway, I slapped myself around and got a freakin grip (I was embarrassed, even though I was the only one to witness it) and instead, in light of the passing of Thanksgiving, think about some of the many things I'm thankful for (damn dangling participles) Okay, in proper English.... some of the things for which I am thankful. Drum roll please.

My kids (duh) and their health, happiness, and humor.
Husband - he even helps with the dishes, what more can I say?!
My mom - she does so much for my kids, we'd be lost without her.
Friends - an amazing bunch. Sick, twisted, demented, the whole lot of 'em. I love you guys.
My pets. Okay, maybe just my dog.
Cartoon Network - keeps the kids busy.
Club Penguin - see above.
Belly still takes naps - giving me enough quiet time to think for one full minute.
ipod - Where else can Tupac and Elvis live side by side?
DVR - otherwise I'd probably never watch tv.
Library - no way I could afford to buy all the books I read.
Lastly, Golden Boy's burning need to jump out and scare his little brother every chance he gets. Today he helped me wrangle the tyke out of the Playplace at McDonald's. I went left, Belly ran right, Golden Boy jumped out and scared him so horribly that Belly screamed like a little girl and fell on his butt. Yeah, good times.

Alright that's enough of this introspective shit. It doesn't suit me!

Dreaming of a White... Thanksgiving?!

Hope everyone's having a great holiday, and remember... Thanksgiving is never a good day when you're a turkey.

Macaroni

Here I am rockin' my first macaroni necklace!

Decorator For Hire

When I got home yesterday, I set about my usual routine of dinner, helping with homework, loading the dishwasher, and keeping the kids from killing each other. Yep, just another day in the life of a mom.
It wasn't until the kids were in bed that I finally wandered upstairs toward the bathroom. Now, Belly's bedroom is right next to the bathroom, but he stayed in Golden Boy's room last night since he has bunk beds in there. So, I turn on the light and notice something different on the walls. Belly's room is painted light blue with green and orange planets and stars, it's his Buzz Lightyear room.
NOW there are red stripes on the walls, too. Not just on the wall, but on the window and the toy box as well. When it was time to paint Belly's room, I made sure to buy washable paint. Yes, I was thinking ahead! Belly foiled my plan by using a SHARPIE! I called my husband in and I said, "I blame you." Sometimes my husband feels that being in the same house with them is supervision enough. He adamantly denied any responsibility for Belly's redecorating.
This morning I had a talk with Belly about the rules. I asked him what his father was doing while he was coloring on every available surface in his room. He said, "No, Momma! I did it when Gramma was downstairs!"
She claims he was only up there "for a minute" but I'm telling you, this was some well thought out work - he was in there for quite a while. Here he is explaining his masterpiece.

Veeery Interesting

On Friday I was the devil incarnate. I was blogging from my own personal hell. Hormones took over my brain and my fingers, and if you got a nasty email from me, please disregard it. Unless you normally get nasty emails from me. In which case you should seriously consider withdrawing from this friendship.

What intrigues me is that the only two people who commented on my PMS pain are male.

Do other women not have these problems, or not admit to it?

Golden Boy's junior varsity basketball team beat the snot out of another team on Saturday. It was brutal. They won by 24 points. At one point the refs stopped calling the other team on their traveling and general screw ups, I think they just felt bad for them. Golden Boy played the whole game! Not because he's suddenly found mad ballin' skills, but because there were only 5 members of the team present. Once they were secure in their lead, they passed him the ball a few times. Each time he immediately passed it to one of the super stars. While it did nothing for his shooting, it did wonders for his confidence. He got more aggressive and was guarding kids twice his size effectively. Overall I'm pretty impressed with the kids on the team. Not because they win, but because they seem to play well together. My son is the youngest and smallest kid on the team, and it means a lot to me that they're nice to him. The other parents are great, too. We sat in the stands with our hot dogs and soda and we cheered, clapped and stomped. What a nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon.