my sugar is too high.
my thyroid is too low.
My bladder doesn't work.
The other bladder doesn't work either.
I considered, and even discussed with both surgeons, putting one back while removing the other. Since I've met my medical deductible for the year, it doesn't matter - heck, I can have as many procedures as I need this year without having to worry about any more out of pocket, provided they are covered.
My medical expenses are too high.
My income is too low. I went back to work this week.
There are too many diapers, never enough wipes.
The symphony that is my children's whining is endless. More this, more that. Do this please, do that please. The oldest one is demanding. The middle one eventually gets what he wants when I figure out what that is. The youngest one seems to always have an in and out problem. Either she wants more in or has sent more out. Or she's cold. Or lonely. Or bored. Or just wants to be on her perch. Thank GOD the reflux medicine has helped her crying. Or I wouldn't be posting right now - I'd be a stark raving lunatic running amok somewhere mumbling something, unintelligible about "what was I thinking?"
And that's a good day! At least I've managed to blog today. More in a single day than ever. That said, understand that I've vaccuumed, cleaned dishes, done laundry, feed kids, burped one, changed countless diapers, taken out garbage, helped out neighbors, gotten stuff back from neighbors (who came to the door with it), ate cookies and drank copious amounts of coffee in the meantime.
19 June 2009
SUSHI!
Gene, Tori, Dru - I wonder where Ernie gets "nummy yummy" from ?Ernie to the world, "is it here yet?"
Evelyn to the world, "oh I know I'll like this in a few short minutes!"
Dru - who stole my seaweed salad almost immediately upon its arrival ... and then ended up with the whole bowl of it!
Cousin TeeTa's last day here
The Captain was definitely here!
Num-yummy - a sample of Watermelon sorbet!
Nanni Tee-ta with all 3 monkeys. Brave girl!
I can't wait til it's her time. She's gonna make a great mom. She already makes a great niece and cousin - but my favorite part is that she's also my friend. <3 <3 you, cousin Tracey!Mama and alll three - before the mess was much. :D
Tori & Al's part 3
this is the AFTER shot ... note the finger marks. I think one of them is mine?
Evelyn, doing some perusing of the library with Vann's help.
Janice and Eve telling each other stories. Evelyn just loves Ms. Janice to bits.
Daddy's little girl :) <3
more wineaux
this is Courtney. She sits for us, and when I dragged Jill into Tori and Al's, Coutney finally got to see a wineaux party! :) She also got to hold Ms. Evelyn. Ashleigh sat for us that night.
Here is Laura holding Evelyn. They both look so happy - though I swear we have another foodie on our hands - Ev is really eyeing the spread!
Speaking of spread - that's a mousseline of chocolate with fresh raspberries and vanilla whipped cream. (I'll never throw another spent vanilla pod away - it's so stinkin' easy to make and use vanilla sugar!) My theory on calories and fat: if you don't know they're there, they don't exist. Note present shape of my body. I think my theory is way off.
Linda could not get enough baby fix. I have a video of her playing with Ev -who was so far out that she looked like Gumby - arms and legs being picked up and dropped with no evidence of a crying baby to be found anywhere. Also note Ev's hand. She gropes everyone - wherever she sits!
parenting
I decided to start blogging more with words in addition to the pictures. When I get a free moment (ha). There's the whole conflicted thing - you have to be parent, friend, playmate, cook, cleaner, organizer, stinker, shoulder to cry on, fall asleep on, tear-dryer, drill sargeant, ship's captain and crew - while still remaining sexy for your husband, strong for your kids, and well-put-together for everyone else. What a crock of crap! I suck at organizing, hate being a drill sargeant (though I've become good at the shouting part), love to cook, hate to clean. Does that make me a failure, or do I just accept what I do well and move on? I think I'll cling to the good stuff. My kids are respectful, they love to eat and make terrific choices, they love to help cook and clean. They sing cute songs, and are proud of themselves and their accomplishments along the way. Somehow, they are all happy, healthy and well-adjusted. I suppose they licked it off the walls- a la Charlie and the Chocolate factory.
Ernie is becoming increasingly interested in toilet training. So, about 3 times a day - though it feels like 23 - he sits on the potty and we read. Over and over and over again. He LOVES to read. "reed boot" boot rhymes with soot, sort of with a funny little lift at the end. His words are picking up remarkably lately. The 2x a week speech therapy for the last 10 months has really paid off. I love the way he says, "big red bicycle," piglet, dirigible, hebitoptop, momotoptop, dua, dua-dee, old man, tee vee on - so many words he now uses. Eventually, the general population will also be able to understand them.
Gene, the boys, Evelyn and I went out for sushi last night. OMG we went out to dinner with OTHER ADULT HUMINZ! It was awesome to dine with other adult huminz. Dru ate EVERYTHING - he chowed on the miso soup, the seaweed salad (darn it he ate all mine!!), Gene's house salad, tons of sushi. I swear, I thought the plate was in danger at the end. Then we went for frozen custard. Ernie, upon hearing that one of our adult friends, Al was going to have some of Tori's - held out his spoon for Al. What a sweet boy. I do love my family. The boys are so sweet and thoughtful when they aren't driving me insane. Make that a short putt.
Fridays
So today is Friday. That means my hubby is home. He's here - in the house - but the office door is closed, and he's not accessible. That's frustrating for the boys, but they are getting used to it. Evelyn is too young to be bothered by it. I do like that I can share a pot of coffee with him, we can share the morning zoo of people falling off the bunk bed ladder, diaper blowouts, and the demands of kids and breakfast.
Next Friday, we have a 7:00 arrival for a 9:00 procedure. That was supposed to happen last year (IVs were in and the funny little outfit was on, I was looking forward to a nice nap, doctor came in and informed us that the procedure couldn't happen we had a little situation that needed to work itself out - our now 3 month old baby!), the year before (but I didn't want to give up nursing Ernie), and was discovered years ago in New York when I was in the ER a handful of times with gas and heartburn so bad I thought I would die. Finally, after 10-odd years of dealing with oft-excrutiating pain, my gall bladder is coming out.
I'm looking at the floor. There are goldfish on it. Not the slimy kind that go bloob bloob. The kind that the 2 year old drops on the floor. He doesn't get the concept of "we live in the south and that means ants and other creepy crawlies if you leave food on the floor" Yuck. Just last week we survived a home invasion of the creepy crawly kind. Oh wait, that was this week.
I wonder if I will ever regain my sanity, if this really is temporary?
/end of free association rambling post
18 June 2009
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