A Mystery and Stuff...

I survived.

My "mommy" genes kicked into gear and karate chopped the flu right out of my system. Well, actually I still feel generally yucky, but it's nothing I can't handle. Although Squirt is deciding to go for round 2, so maybe I'll not be so lucky next time.

Now on to the randomness of my thoughts here.

Yesterday I had a tootsie pop. I love tootsie pops. This one was blue raspberry though, and my taste buds were screaming at me that this was not right. I was extremely medicated yesterday though and didn't think much of it. Naturally, I finished it.



It wasn't until today when Little Man had one as well, that I realized why a blue rasberry tootsie pop is wrong. He came to me and said "does this have gum in it or chocolate?" Blue Raspberry is a Blow Pop flavor NOT a Tootsie Pop flavor. (I"m pretty sure it was just your basic flavors: Cherry, Grape, Orange and Chocolate when I was growing up, as I said before I love tootsie pops, so I think I'd know. I could just be crazy though?) So I had another and realized what my senses were trying to tell me... there is gum in the middle of this sucker, but my logic is saying chocolate. It's actually a very wierd sensation.... Okay, I might have gone a little heavy on the meds today:)

There... mystery solved. Now you've all been enlightened. I was going to put a picture of a Blow Pop on here as well, but apparently that is too "Adult Content" for Photobucket?!

My toaster also caught fire today. That was fun. Maybe I should have just stayed in bed.

I ache...

I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad. My back hurts and I'm cold, but I'm sweating. Wierd... I'm breathing but very shallow-ly (is that a word?) , and every now and again I have to remind myself to take a deep breathe, due to the dizziness I start to feel. My arms feel EXTREMLY heavy, and I don't really want to eat (probably a first for me). When I move my head, I've got that kindof fog going on, like I'm moving in slow motion. I'm staring at my children but not really hearing them and I'm thinking.... Great, it's my turn.

Now hopefully the worst of it goes away in like 24-48 hours like it did for EVERY BODY else in this house.

Oh, but wait.

I'm mom.

I don't get the luxary of laying on the couch and watching the same movie over and over, demanding food and beverage every 5 minutes or having someone else clean up my puke, Nope, I get to do it all for myself, as well as still clean up/cook for/entertain the little piggies, woops! I mean angels. I'm starting to regret the kiss my little man had to give me yesterday. On the mouth. I knew this was coming. Who knows? Maybe I'll be fine tomorrow?!

Being a MOM is the best job in the whole world.

Drama Queen

All day I've been dealing with Drama. From my 5 year old. He's a boy, don't forget.

He stubbed his toe and fell to the ground, saying: "I can't take it anymore"

He needed a drink in the car and started whining: "If I don't get a drink I WILL DIE"

I've also heard "I can't deal with this right now"

And as he was going to bed: "You mean I have to lay here ALL NIGHT?"

And Squirt, he's just made me laugh today. I saw something crazy on TV and said "What the freak?" and he turned to me and said "What da feak? what dat mean mommy?" He's talking all the time now, and I can finally understand MOST of it.

So most nights I sleep alone. I've grown accustomed to the space. I sleep in the middle of the bed, wrapped in the blankets with all 4 pillows. What ever space I don't hog, my dog takes the rest. (I don't care what your feelings are about my dog sleeping in my bed. I have the space and he keeps my feet warm!) Anyway, so last week on a night when I actually got to sleep with my husband (I mean that in a literal way thank you... get your mind out of the gutter) apparently I didn't share the bed so well. He said I rolled over, must have bumped into him, cause I felt his arm, then put my hand on his face, felt around (totally waking him up) and then I totally slugged him (in the back or arm or body somewhere). Then I rolled over and went right back to sleep.

It's nice to know that I try to defend myself even in the dead of sleep! He'll probably opt to sleep on the couch this week:)

Valentines Day

I'm not real big on these type of holidays, I always kindof feel like we should save the money rather than get gifts. But Hubbie does enjoy these holidays so today I woke up to a box of chocolates, and the boys each got a monster truck and a box of mike & ikes. Nothing says love like a monster truck. of coarse Little Man had to ruin the moment, rather than saying thank you he said "next year for valentines day, can you get me 2 monster trucks?" Hubbie said he didn't want any of my chocolate and I most certainly was NOT going to share with my kids, so I had fun taking bites out of all of them to see what they were. (It didn't come with a guide thing). Don't worry I'll finish them all later!

I did go hiking today, with my dog, at Thunderbird Mountain. There were a ton of couples around, and I finally decided I need to run the 2nd half of the trail to get away from all of them, when I came around a turn to find a couple staring off into space, the guy enjoying the view with his hand on his girls butt. So me and Coop had an awesome jog, I'm still red faced and he's passed out on my cold kitchen tile floor. I'll probably not be able to walk tomorrow! I came home around 5, whipped up some homemade (and darn tastey) Chicken Noodle soup for my poor sick hubby (he has a cold, you know how guys are!?) and sent him out the door to work.

I'm now going to end this lovely holiday by going to bed at 9! Awesome.

Today, while bored to death at work, I compiled my "To Do" list for this evening. Another lovely friday night of cleaning!! You know you're jealous.

As always my "To Do" lists are very long. So this one I made in the order I want to do it in. I got through:

1. Go to the library on the way home from work
2. Clean my bathroom (woops, haven't done that in a while... blah...)
3. Sort my laundry

and then #4 is: fold the clean laundry. So I piled it high on my bed and stared.... No, I think I'll wait on 4. But see, and this is stupid, I can't move on to #5 (do the dishes) until #4 is done, but I just don't want to do #4.

Also on the bottom of the list with stars around it is: **No Computer!!** Well, I had to check ebay, cause I had bid on a new Wii Fit game (becuase 32 days of owning it, and it's scratched :( and won't play ) so I had 2 minutes until my auction ended and i was getting a smokin deal... and then I thought well I'll just check my email real quick. I got distracted and with 30 seconds left, somebody swooped in and TRUMPED MY BID! Well that just ticked me off, so I browsed ebay some more, then checked facebook, then blogger, then my friends blog, then realized she had a link to a friend that I didn't have, then I ended up on someone's blog I don't even know, but it was really interesting. And here I sit an hour and a half later... Still stuck on #4 and blogging. I think I'll throw the list away and make a new one. And maybe sleep on the couch cause I really don't want to fold that laundry!

Yesterday Squirt and I had a conversation while he was going potty, it went like this:

Squirt: Mommy, you no have a peepee?
Me: No
Squirt: No? You don't?
Me: No I don't
Squirt: How you go peepee?
Me: I don't
Squirt: You do. You have a peepee mommy, open your pants, let me see.

And then he kept demanding I "open my pants." Can you imagine if someone had been hearing this conversation, or if it had happened somewhere like a public restroom??!

Update

Well... I got my house cleaned after my last post. I somehow got a burst of energy (and the little story about all the sick germs, all creepy and crawly all over the toys, helped. Little Man got a little more motivated to help!!) and got everything clean. I mean I basically have to start all over today but oh well... such is life.

Today I took 2 full boxes of toys away. They'll go to DI shortly, thank goodness. Last night both boys fought for hours over 2 small animals. So I took them away and made the decicion that these 2 are spoiled so rotten that they don't deserve all the toys that they have. I needed to give some away anyways, but they helped push that along.

I think Squirt is finally healthy, all though he went to nursery on sunday and now is developing a nasty cough. I wonder when the last time those toys were cleaned??? It sucked because I had him 90% potty trained, he was even dry over night- before this whole 3 weeks of diahrea hit. Now we basically have to start all over. All though he did start telling me when he had to go to the bathroom when he was sick because he was getting a rash and it didn't feel good. But today is a new day and we'll give it a go again. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! It's funny though, I'll ask him is he needs to go potty and he'll say "No, I already did"- Great!

Little Man's class has a "superstar" each week and the child from the previous week picks next weeks superstar. So a girl picked Little Man and so he got to take in pictures of himself and his family and tell the class all about the things he likes. Aparently he wants to be a firefighter when he grows up. That was the first I'd heard of that one! At some point during the week all the kids drew pictures for Little Man and wrote him a little note. The teacher then laminated them and had them bound into a book. It is so cool. Almost all of them just said "Chase, you are my friend" or something to that effect, but one little girl wrote "Chase, I love you" and drew a picture of them holding hands, it was so cute and it made me laugh.

Little Man aparently took my lecture on his language to heart and now he's on "potty mouth" watch. The other day he came running in and said "hey I heard you say that" I don't even know what I'd said, but apparently he thought i'd sworn. fortunately I haven't heard anymore out of his mouth.

Anyway, that's what we've been upto for the last week.

My to do list

So I haven't cleaned in a while, Squirt was sick (puking). And then he was sick again (a cold). Then again (diarea). Then that escaleted into diarea and puking. So I just haven't wanted to clean. I'm tired. Because of course I have to hold him and kiss him and take care of him, so I start puking. Oh the joys of being a mother. [Now i did clean, I mean I've kept Clorox in business, I'm just lacking in the laundry/dishes department]

So over the next couple of days I need to:

*Do the dishes, which I swear I just did... like 2 days ago. Seriously?!
*Clean the hall bathroom. It's seen it's fair share of puke and other bodily functions, plus it's the "boy bathroom" which if you've ever lived in a house with boys you know that means it's just gross.
*I cleaned the play room about a week ago and about 2.5 mintes later I heard the crash of trains and cars and blocks and animals all being poored onto the floor. I haven't entered since, but as more puking began yesterday I probably should with a can of lysol. While there I may play magician and make ALOT of stuff disappear!!
*I also need to clean the boys bedroom, because it's now a pig sty. Because Mom, there is no where to play in the play room, it SO messy!
*Laundry. I haven't had clean clothes in over a week. I've been busy washing things covered in puke and poop. Now I need to tackle my clothes. That just never makes for a happy me.


But instead I'm blogging about all I need to do and I just realized that Squirt is asleep on the floor (because he was up 4 times last night) so I might join him!

It Begins...

Would someone like to explain to me why my Kindergartner just dropped a football and said "Oh, SH*%" ???!??!??!?

Are his 5 year old friends saying things like that?

We've had a lot of problems with taking the Lord's name in vain... At first I freaked out on him about it but now I try not to get real mad about it and just talk with him why we don't do it, because I know he hears it everywhere and it gets in your head. I think I'm getting through to him, I haven't heard it in a long time! And one day we were walking around Sam's Club and he dropped the "F" bomb, although I saw that one coming because he was rhyming... and then decided to rhyme things with truck... truck, muck, stuck, buck, F*%#. And I did freak out on that one because that's just not even negotiable.

But this word just bothers me, he definately didn't hear it from Hubbie or I, but from the TV? Movies? His friends? Who knows!!? I felt bad, he started crying... I know he didn't know it was a bad word, but still... it just makes me sad to see the challenges and temptations that my children will face in their lives and they are already surfacing at the age of 5. I wish there was a way I could protect them, but I know that wouldn't do any good, so I have to just throw them out there and hope and pray that they do what's right. But again, he's 5. Does he know what's right at this point?? Thanks for letting me vent.