What I’m thankful for....
Jason’s job that has survived three rounds of layoffs over the last year.
My friends who always see the good in me, even when it isn’t showing, and always find the time to laugh with me.
Three children who are healthy, do well at school and are simply nice people (most of the time).
My father and father-in-law who made it through the year after being faced with too many health challenges.
The last eight years I have had living down the street from my parents, a true gift as my babies have grown up.
My mom who spends more hours than can be counted supporting her five kids, four kids-in-law and ten grandchildren with phone calls, cards, emails and visits.
Finally, a best friend and husband who laughs at me and with me, and never seems to tire of me.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Quotes of the week
A few things I could have done without hearing this week....
“I’d like to take a minute to discuss ringworm” – the middle school wrestling coach as I sat in on my first wrestling parent meeting.
“Mom bought me some hoochy mama boots!” – Alanya, after I caved and bought her some Ugg knockoffs.
“There aren’t any flu shots in the state, so don’t even waste your time looking.” – my doctor, after I spent a week trying to track down seasonal and H1N1 shots for me and the kids.
And a few I wouldn't mind hearing again sometime...
“Mom, I got Student of the Month!” - Noah, after finding out he was one of three sixth graders selected at his school.
“In all my years I have never had a student master that piece in one week.” – the piano teacher after Benny knocked her socks off.
“Mom, Daddy brought home roses and wine!” – Alanya, after a really long week for me.
“I’d like to take a minute to discuss ringworm” – the middle school wrestling coach as I sat in on my first wrestling parent meeting.
“Mom bought me some hoochy mama boots!” – Alanya, after I caved and bought her some Ugg knockoffs.
“There aren’t any flu shots in the state, so don’t even waste your time looking.” – my doctor, after I spent a week trying to track down seasonal and H1N1 shots for me and the kids.
And a few I wouldn't mind hearing again sometime...
“Mom, I got Student of the Month!” - Noah, after finding out he was one of three sixth graders selected at his school.
“In all my years I have never had a student master that piece in one week.” – the piano teacher after Benny knocked her socks off.
“Mom, Daddy brought home roses and wine!” – Alanya, after a really long week for me.
Friday, November 6, 2009
A message from the sick ward
Nine days ago I woke up and my life came to a screeching halt. Ben had a fever. The stories on the news of the H1N1 virus making its way through the schools echoed in my head. The thought of a day at home wasn't so bad at the time, but little did I know I'd still be here nine days later.
That first day Alanya got off the bus and I knew I was in trouble. She had it too. For the next few days we were the sick ward and miraculously Noah and I showed no signs of getting sick. I cancelled my plans and turned into a vampire, venturing out only when it was dark after Jason got home from work. Trips to the grocery store and pharmacy the extent of my travels.
Around Day 6, the two little ones looked to be coming out of it and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. And then... "Mom, my throat is sore," from Noah. Say it isn't so.
The doctor's offices around here don't want to see kids with the flu as there is nothing that can be done for it. No need to bring them out in public to infect others. Something was different with Noah though, and on the third day I decided to call. After more than two hours of busy signals I finally got through and convinced the nurse he should get in to see someone. Strep throat, not the flu. Go figure. My doctor, who had told me he highly doubted Noah had strep, but would do the test anyway, handed me the prescription for antibiotics and said that Noah was one of the few kids he could help this week, and he should be feeling better in 48 hours.
So here I sit, day nine. You'd think my house would be spotless, closets cleaned, yard raked. What do I have to show for this house-bound vacation of mine? Not much. I need a vacation.
That first day Alanya got off the bus and I knew I was in trouble. She had it too. For the next few days we were the sick ward and miraculously Noah and I showed no signs of getting sick. I cancelled my plans and turned into a vampire, venturing out only when it was dark after Jason got home from work. Trips to the grocery store and pharmacy the extent of my travels.
Around Day 6, the two little ones looked to be coming out of it and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. And then... "Mom, my throat is sore," from Noah. Say it isn't so.
The doctor's offices around here don't want to see kids with the flu as there is nothing that can be done for it. No need to bring them out in public to infect others. Something was different with Noah though, and on the third day I decided to call. After more than two hours of busy signals I finally got through and convinced the nurse he should get in to see someone. Strep throat, not the flu. Go figure. My doctor, who had told me he highly doubted Noah had strep, but would do the test anyway, handed me the prescription for antibiotics and said that Noah was one of the few kids he could help this week, and he should be feeling better in 48 hours.
So here I sit, day nine. You'd think my house would be spotless, closets cleaned, yard raked. What do I have to show for this house-bound vacation of mine? Not much. I need a vacation.
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