Monday, August 15, 2011

Mom, I'm Dying

In the past 9 days I have sent my mom the same text at least 20 times. "Mom,I'm dying." I had a head ache last Saturday. I didn't think too much of it and tried drinking gallons of water, next tried caffiene and finally thought after a 'good' nights sleep I would be fine. Not so much.

After the first few days of never getting real relief I wanted to go crazy. My doctor had asked me not to take aspirin of any sort so excedrine was out of the question. If any of you have ever had a migraine you know how awful they can be. Now just add 3 kids to that mix. The little man is in this stage of thinking you have to hold or stare at him all day long. He makes sure to take all the attention. Delainey's new thing is high pitch squeals while running in circles around the house. And must I really say what my oldest has been up to? Some days it wasn't a migraine just a had ache and I learned how to deal. Others I was on the couch aka my death bed, the entire day.

Saturday, I had an appointment with this doctor whom I have no idea how to explain what he does. He hits certain pressure points (possibly) and releases all the build up toxins in your body. Now the night before I got real sleep and woke up feeling fine. Leaving his office he fixed my neck pain. That day could of possibly been the best day I've had in months. I got break after break that I am so grateful to have parents for. My husbands parents {well Dad and wish she was his mom but just his Dad's girlfriend} took the girls to the bookstore to eat breakfast with Cat in the Hat. My mom took Bentley so I could go to my appointment and kept him until 4. The girls and I got back from lunch at 1. Delainey went right down for a nap and Kylie and I did a few crafts. When I got my baby back my mom then took Kylie for the night. Then my husband's dad came back to watch the two little ones. I then got to giggle my day away with my two best friends. Sometimes it's just a great feeling to laugh at things that really aren't funny.

Sunday I woke up okay but not totally head ache free. By the end of the day I thought I may die. Today I woke up at 3am and thought I had died. My kids have played well together and upon my moms good idea, enjoyed eating breakfast foods all day. Very easy to make when feeling like death. I finally could not stand it and took some pain meds. Don't judge. 9 days is far too long to spend feeling this bad. 2 hours later I can't move my head without a sharp pain but I am alive!! I pray I get a good nights sleep and wake up feeling much better!

Friday, August 12, 2011

You Have Your Hands Full

"Boy do you have your hands full!"

I think I hear this statement no less than 4 times every time I go out of the house. Every time I hear it I just want to look at the person and say, "Really, I had no idea." I thought having 3 kids under the age of 4 alone was ideal. You know normal day activity. I am so aware of the fact I have my hands full. You do not have to tell me.

The day I took the dog to the groomers was my favorite. The day before I told my mom that if I heard that sentence one more time I would go crazy. The poor dog had not gotten his hair cut since March. He is black and full of afro hair. Needless to say the thing was dying in our 100 degree weather. I finally called and got him an appointment on a day I felt like going. I load all the kids in my tiny little car. I of course got stared at by my neighbors who have never introduced them self, never wave back and stare at me like I have 3 heads. I get to the pet store. I put Bentley's car seat on the stroller, all while Delainey is screaming because the kid swears I'm going to leave her in the car. {I have never done it before, that I remember} Kylie is trying to escape and is attached to the leash. I finally get Delainey unbuckled, the dog on the leash not attached to the 4 year old and start to walk. I'm holding Delainey and the leash while pushing the stroller. This guy walks past me as I cross the street and just shook his head then says "Oh my have you got your hands full." No shit dude, want the dog, he's free! I got in the pet store and the lady asks me if I want to get his pictures taken. I politely said "Nope, I don't like him." She then stated the kids could be in the pictures too where I again politely denied the offer because I didn't like them either. Then she of course said the wonderful line "Wow how do you do it, you have your hands full." One I have no choice, I do it because I have to, Two yuppp my hands are pretty full. Take the dog, cut his hair, Thanks. I get to the parking lot again. Buckle the Delainey in, Put Bentley's seat in the base, start to put the stroller in the trunk while this man is waiting to park next to me. I took my time. He jumped out of his porche and says "Oh my goodness do you have your hands full?" Yes, give me $100 for a nanny for the day! In 20 minutes I was told I had my hands full 3x!

The next week I went to my Grandmother's funeral and it started all over again. Every Great Aunt and Uncle said the same thing. They apparently are hard of hearing because I repeated my self in the same 2 ft radius over 10 times. How old are your kids? 4, 20 months and 2 months. "Oh my you have your hands full. And your husband is deployed?" Yes yes he is yes yes my hands are full.

The next time you see a lady such as I, do not stare and for the love of God do NOT tell her she has her hands full. She could be on the verge of an attack like my self. I promise she is fully aware of the fact it takes her 20 minutes to get in and out of the car. She knows she looks ridiculous with a 30 pound diaper bag and she sure as hell know she does not have a free hand!! :)

Thursday, August 11, 2011

She's at it Again!

I was so hoping that July was just the month of hell and August would be so much better. No luck there. My kids are still crazy. Ok let me rephrase that my KID is still crazy. August has already flown by. Is it really mid August already?! I've been sitting around doing nothing waiting for time to get closer to organize things and get them ready for my husbands arrival now I feel like I'm behind. We still have quite a few weeks left but I haven't even finished decorating the house much less started to clean it. He of course says, "Don't worry about cleaning for me." But lets be honest. What wife lets their husband come home to a dirty, unorganized, undecorated house?! Not this one.

I hate decorating. Everything I like is expensive! I also can't ever do anything by my self. My mom is my handy man. I make her hang everything on the walls. I stare at the house and want to cry because of all the piles of crap. I'm known to put things in corners and ignore them for weeks. Out of sight, out of mind right?!

I don't mind cleaning, I actually enjoy it. But that's alone not with 3 kids driving me up the wall. I will clean a room walk back in it and it will be destroyed. My floors are so nasty you should never wear shoes because you will most likely stick to it! All my windows are covered in nose and finger prints. my walls are a whole different story. I think I tell my oldest not to touch my walls at least 10 times an hour. The paint they used is apparently cheap because if you wet a paper towel to try to get the grimy little finger prints off it also takes the paint off. Then you just have these nasty looking streaks on the wall. I tried to just clean an entire wall one time and that didn't work as well as I wanted it to. I wish you could all see the walls going up my stairs. What on earth do these kids do with their hands?!

My real blog topic is my oldest Kylie. She is ridiculous. I wish I knew why during the second to last month of deployment she decided to go ape shit I have no idea. I can not stand dealing with this child. There are so many times I have no idea what to do or say to the kid. She doesn't respond to punishment of any sort. Spanking, time out, no tv, and taking toys does not in any way phase the child. In the past week we have gotten a little  better than we were but when I say little  I mean like size of a newborns pinkie toe nail little!

Day before yesterday I went to get a receipe out of the cabinet. I happen to keep my birth control in this top cabinet, you know thinking my kids wont get to it. It was missing. I asked Kylie where it was and she said she had no idea. Finally she handed it to her sister and told me her sister had it. Which I knew was a lie because her sister had just woken up from a nap 10 minutes before. I get it back and what do you know there are 2 missing. I looked for an hour and she kept insisting they were here or there. Never found them. I finally said "Kylie you are going to die if you took them so tell me if you did." That made her fess up to taking them. I then texted my friend Pam, she is our nurse for anything I ever need. Pam didn't know the answer so she called poison control and they said she could get nauseous at some point. Of course she felt fine that whole day. She woke up the next morning and said "Mom I'm not sick today." in a smart ass voice.

Now this story I can't even get mad about because I was laughing so hard the entire time. Kylie is known to sleep walk to the bathroom. But instead of going across the hall to her bathroom she comes all the way down the hall to mine. She turns the light on goes pee, walks to the potty, goes pee, walks out and doesn't say a word. Last night didn't go this smoothly for her. I heard her come into the room but she forgot to turn the light on. I then heard her stepping on the scale and knocking it against the wall over and over. I thought to my self, why on earth is this kid trying to weigh her self at midnight and in the dark. I said to her "Kylie go pee!" Apparently I shouldn't of said that. As soon as I did I heard pee hit the floor. I turn the light on and she is squatted in a corner as if she was really on the toilet peeing on my scale. The fact that I blinded her by the light made her facial expression even better. I cleaned it up and gave her new panties and told her to go back to bed. I went to her room and she was just sitting on her bed sleeping, sitting up! I felt like I was dealing with her father on a drunken night. I still wonder why she thought we all of a sudden put a toilet in on the other side of the bathroom.

I hope you all enjoy that last story because I am crying I'm laughing so hard thinking about it again!