That's what I've been exposed to since Christmas. Niece had da screpfroat, but supposedly wasn't contagious when we were with them. Oh yeah, didn't mention the cold/sinus junk everyone has been sharing at work. As for thatnastvirus, I've been around no fewer than EIGHT people who had it. And directly taken care of 3 of them - washing their dishes, cleaning their toilets and pukebuckets, waking up to the sound and smell of active puke-fest next to my head. And sister took babynephew to dr today, and he has the stinkin' flu. The sister and baby who were spending the night when the virus struck. The baby I held and cuddled and snuggled, trying to keep him away from his pukey mama. Yeah.
I've had a migraine since I woke up, that meds haven't touched. I've been warm/cold/warm/cold/warm/cold all day. Started coughing. Yucky nose. Feel like poo. What are my chances of having the flu? (Insert sarcastic laugh here) No time for dr - got a loooooong day of work tomorrow, much like the rest of the week has been.
I asked them to drag my dead body over to the dr office next door if I kill over at work tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
White Christmas made for a spend the night party, and a virus
First, Christmas was great, and we were able to travel everywhere we were supposed to go, and I was fine! We had our first white Christmas, and it's still here this morning. Snow doesn't happen very often, and it certainly doesn't stick much, and for it to stay over 24 hours is amazingly rare! We had fun playing yesterday.
Older sister and her brood live over the mountain, so they spent the night last night.
There's been lots of sickness going arounf the schools and places, and I have managed to dodge the proverbial bullet, even though I've been exposed a million and one ways. Not so sure I'll dodge this one though!
We pulled out both "couchbeds," as my nephews call them, and the 3 kids, sister, and I slept on them, hubby slept in our bed. Around 7;30 this morning, middle nephew woke up beside me. Puking. Yuck. He said his tummy didn't hurt or feel funny, and that he had a hiccup that made him puke. We were thinking, hoping, praying that was the case, until around an hour later. While sister was cleaning him up, we heard hubby in the other bathroom. He's quite a bit sicker than nephew. Sister and I are trying to decide if we really feel bad, or if it's just an impending sense of doom. Hoping the rest of us avoid it, but not really sure how that's gonna happen!
Older sister and her brood live over the mountain, so they spent the night last night.
There's been lots of sickness going arounf the schools and places, and I have managed to dodge the proverbial bullet, even though I've been exposed a million and one ways. Not so sure I'll dodge this one though!
We pulled out both "couchbeds," as my nephews call them, and the 3 kids, sister, and I slept on them, hubby slept in our bed. Around 7;30 this morning, middle nephew woke up beside me. Puking. Yuck. He said his tummy didn't hurt or feel funny, and that he had a hiccup that made him puke. We were thinking, hoping, praying that was the case, until around an hour later. While sister was cleaning him up, we heard hubby in the other bathroom. He's quite a bit sicker than nephew. Sister and I are trying to decide if we really feel bad, or if it's just an impending sense of doom. Hoping the rest of us avoid it, but not really sure how that's gonna happen!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Peace on Earth... and in my heart
Yes, it's Christmas Eve. I'm not spazzing like I thought I would be! (I know it's early lol) there's a tinge of sadness, but mostly just peace. I half-way joked yesterday that God was showing me great grace and mercy (boss on vacation, only tech missed half the day b/c she was siiiiiiiiiiiiick and had been all week but chose the one day there was no back-up for her to go to the stinkin' dr, MONDO amounts of work that HAD to get done! NOW!!!!) because it was a relatively quiet day, and I didn't have to work late. But for real, I'm feeling the grace and mercy. Aaaaand, now I'm crying because I'm okay! Hahaha but that's a good thing. So now I enjoy the moments with the niece and nephews and family, and enjoy the quiet moments at home. I know there's no guarantee my house will be louder next year, but if this is my last quiet Christmas, I'm determined to enjoy it and not wish it away. Merry Christmas, everyone! May God show you grace and mercy as well. Hope you all enjoy your days!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Promise I didn't fall off the edge
I'm still holding on! Granted, it's a slippery slope this time of year, and add on who-knows-what-they'll-come-up-with-next at work and well... Let's just say I've started-deleted-started-over-lost-started-over-trashed-it-and-gave-up a wholelotta posts in December.
So I started out in July, singing Christmas music @ church choir practice, and thought this year was gonna be a breeze. The music for this year brought me to a place of worship, instead of running for the bathroom. Let's face it, a holiday focused on sweet little baby born to virgin mommy kinda kicks infertiles in the face repeatedly. Add in presh little cherubs all dressed up and Santa and Silent Night and buying lots of toys for other people's children and knowing YOUR babies are probably alive somewhere in the world but not with you, and you've got a little less than the most wonderful time of the year.
Yes... I try not to dwell on it, but I'm fully aware that my babies are who-knows-where, being treated like who-knows-what, on Christmas. Are they cold tonight, as the temp drops into the teens? Are they safe with loving foster parents, baking cookies and being an angel in the church play? Are they still being subjected to whatever will bring them into care? I can only pray that God is holding them, keeping them safe. That's the only thing keeping me sane.
The girls I teach on Wednesday nights hit the nail on the head... Everyone asks me what I want for Christmas, and I just tell them I don't know... When I know very well what I want - my babies, HOME, for Christmas and forever... But that's something nobody can get for me. "I don't know" works on grown-ups, or maybe it's just that they have a filter that keeps them from doing what my girls do. As they are all hanging on me, hugging me, and trying be the one closest to me, they ask me what I want for Christmas, and I give them the standard "IDK." At least one of them will say "I bet you just want your baby." Ah, sweet little girls. I love them all, and only wish that grown-ups could be so tender and thoughtful.
I've managed to keep it together in public - all of my church Christmas stuff is over, and I made it through all those events without a tear. My nephews' play is this Sunday night, so we'll see what happens when I'm not preoccupied with singing and keeping little ones on stage and passing out presents.
Maybe that's why I procrastinate so much - if I stay insanely busy, I don't have time to stop and think about anything.
And speaking of busy, we found out over the weekend that we're having my dad's side of the family over Saturday for Christmas. This tree's not gonna decorate itself, so I'd better get back to busy!
So I started out in July, singing Christmas music @ church choir practice, and thought this year was gonna be a breeze. The music for this year brought me to a place of worship, instead of running for the bathroom. Let's face it, a holiday focused on sweet little baby born to virgin mommy kinda kicks infertiles in the face repeatedly. Add in presh little cherubs all dressed up and Santa and Silent Night and buying lots of toys for other people's children and knowing YOUR babies are probably alive somewhere in the world but not with you, and you've got a little less than the most wonderful time of the year.
Yes... I try not to dwell on it, but I'm fully aware that my babies are who-knows-where, being treated like who-knows-what, on Christmas. Are they cold tonight, as the temp drops into the teens? Are they safe with loving foster parents, baking cookies and being an angel in the church play? Are they still being subjected to whatever will bring them into care? I can only pray that God is holding them, keeping them safe. That's the only thing keeping me sane.
The girls I teach on Wednesday nights hit the nail on the head... Everyone asks me what I want for Christmas, and I just tell them I don't know... When I know very well what I want - my babies, HOME, for Christmas and forever... But that's something nobody can get for me. "I don't know" works on grown-ups, or maybe it's just that they have a filter that keeps them from doing what my girls do. As they are all hanging on me, hugging me, and trying be the one closest to me, they ask me what I want for Christmas, and I give them the standard "IDK." At least one of them will say "I bet you just want your baby." Ah, sweet little girls. I love them all, and only wish that grown-ups could be so tender and thoughtful.
I've managed to keep it together in public - all of my church Christmas stuff is over, and I made it through all those events without a tear. My nephews' play is this Sunday night, so we'll see what happens when I'm not preoccupied with singing and keeping little ones on stage and passing out presents.
Maybe that's why I procrastinate so much - if I stay insanely busy, I don't have time to stop and think about anything.
And speaking of busy, we found out over the weekend that we're having my dad's side of the family over Saturday for Christmas. This tree's not gonna decorate itself, so I'd better get back to busy!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
It's not even 9pm...
...And both batches of brownies are cooling. Supper is done and waiting on hubby to get home - a big pot of soup so I can freeze what's left. Pasta salad is done and in the fridge. 1 casserole for lunch and supper are mixed together, ready to chunk in the oven in the morning and afternoon. There is a very minimal mess to clean up. I've gotta mix another casserole, then decide if I want to do pigs in a blanket and split a cake into 2 smaller ones.
I might get to watch the parade on tv tomorrow! Sometimes it's more fun to *not* fly by the seat of your pants!
I might get to watch the parade on tv tomorrow! Sometimes it's more fun to *not* fly by the seat of your pants!
Monday, November 22, 2010
New Friends, and Playing with the Nephews
Please excuse the non-blogging. I've been sleeping more, going to bed earlier, and ah, just give me more sleep. And looking for adoption stuff for fb. :)
We had our community revival last week - most of the churches in our community come together, we have services @ different churches, and each pastor has their night to preach. We have several new pastors, and one of them and his family could easily be our new friends! He preached one night, and touched on the adoption topic, mentioning the very verse I had read the night before. So after the service, I thanked him and told him I had just read the verse and we were getting ready to adopt... And he told me their son was adopted! It was an awesome story - they had tried some fertility stuff, suffered a loss, and decided to adopt instead. It happened really quickly, then they ended up conceiving on their own a year later - and now have 2 under 2! The last night, I met his wife and children. Both nights, we all talked for a while.
It wouldn't seem like a big deal to some, but keep in mind that we live in the middle of nowhere. Adoption playgroups do not exist, the path hubby and I are on is "weird" and people just can't understand why we wouldn't "try for our own kids." So to meet another youngish couple who share our heart for adoption, and "get" why we've made the decisions we have, is a big moment!
Nephews... I didn't get to see them last week, because of revival and funeral home stuff. I missed them like crazy! So yesterday after church, we all ate at my parents' house, and my job for the rest of the afternoon was to play. The other grown-ups got the house cleaned up and ready to decorate for Christmas, and Aunt NotTheMama just PLAYED. It was warm, and dry, so we were outside. "Outside play," in the baby's words. We played ball, and ran around, and tackled each other, and jumped on Aunt NotTheMama, and rolled around in the grass, and played chase... It was such a great afternoon! They are all hilarious, and say the funniest things. The baby will be 2 next month, and he is really starting to talk, and say things that HE comes up with on his own, instead of just repeating whatever we say. He like to say "Ummmmm..." when you ask him something. They are all such little hams!
So, if I disappear again for a while, you know I'm either sleeping or playing... Or if it's Friday, I'll be shopping!
We had our community revival last week - most of the churches in our community come together, we have services @ different churches, and each pastor has their night to preach. We have several new pastors, and one of them and his family could easily be our new friends! He preached one night, and touched on the adoption topic, mentioning the very verse I had read the night before. So after the service, I thanked him and told him I had just read the verse and we were getting ready to adopt... And he told me their son was adopted! It was an awesome story - they had tried some fertility stuff, suffered a loss, and decided to adopt instead. It happened really quickly, then they ended up conceiving on their own a year later - and now have 2 under 2! The last night, I met his wife and children. Both nights, we all talked for a while.
It wouldn't seem like a big deal to some, but keep in mind that we live in the middle of nowhere. Adoption playgroups do not exist, the path hubby and I are on is "weird" and people just can't understand why we wouldn't "try for our own kids." So to meet another youngish couple who share our heart for adoption, and "get" why we've made the decisions we have, is a big moment!
Nephews... I didn't get to see them last week, because of revival and funeral home stuff. I missed them like crazy! So yesterday after church, we all ate at my parents' house, and my job for the rest of the afternoon was to play. The other grown-ups got the house cleaned up and ready to decorate for Christmas, and Aunt NotTheMama just PLAYED. It was warm, and dry, so we were outside. "Outside play," in the baby's words. We played ball, and ran around, and tackled each other, and jumped on Aunt NotTheMama, and rolled around in the grass, and played chase... It was such a great afternoon! They are all hilarious, and say the funniest things. The baby will be 2 next month, and he is really starting to talk, and say things that HE comes up with on his own, instead of just repeating whatever we say. He like to say "Ummmmm..." when you ask him something. They are all such little hams!
So, if I disappear again for a while, you know I'm either sleeping or playing... Or if it's Friday, I'll be shopping!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sometimes, it's just too much
Our dogs had their puppies... Yes, both of them. On the same day. I believe in sharing, but that is just ridiculous! We have 14 lab-somethings. Welcome to Aunt NotTheMamas, where the dogs get knocked up easily and quickly and give birth at the same time, the tomato plant is very fertile, and the humans are anything but...
My mom backed into my car, then hubby and I were an hour away from home when his truck exploded and we were stranded in the cold parking lot for over an hour. A kind man and woman stopped and told us it sounded like we had blown a spark plug. A gracious friend made the hour drive to tow us in, and is working on it. Again, ridiculous.
We're back to one car, and it needs some body work now. This is the week hubby has to stay late at work. It's also our community revival.
But it's not all crappy things happening in two's. I baby-sat 4 siblings Friday night, and they told their parents I was the best sitter ever, and they want me to move in. They keep asking for me. Today at lunch, the waitress couldn't figure out who our niece and nephew belonged to. They wanted me to sit between them, and I just did what I always do, coloring with them, playing, and without asking, I automatically jumped in and cut up the little guy's food. Everyone bragged on Aunt NotTheMama on a day she really needed to hear something good. One full week of work, then a 3-day week. Another full week, then I'm using my remaining 4 days of vacay. Not sure if we'll be able to go anywhere after we fix both vehicles, but the time away from work and together will be enough. Work continues to be not fun or nice.
The porch railing is coming along, they just have 3 more pieces. I feel like we've kind of stalled out on the adoption process, until we finish this project. We still haven't sold our old house.
One day, life will be better. things will improve, someone will need our old house, our new house won't be so quiet, my job will change or go away, and life will be better. Apparently Someone wants me to work on my patience until that day :)
My mom backed into my car, then hubby and I were an hour away from home when his truck exploded and we were stranded in the cold parking lot for over an hour. A kind man and woman stopped and told us it sounded like we had blown a spark plug. A gracious friend made the hour drive to tow us in, and is working on it. Again, ridiculous.
We're back to one car, and it needs some body work now. This is the week hubby has to stay late at work. It's also our community revival.
But it's not all crappy things happening in two's. I baby-sat 4 siblings Friday night, and they told their parents I was the best sitter ever, and they want me to move in. They keep asking for me. Today at lunch, the waitress couldn't figure out who our niece and nephew belonged to. They wanted me to sit between them, and I just did what I always do, coloring with them, playing, and without asking, I automatically jumped in and cut up the little guy's food. Everyone bragged on Aunt NotTheMama on a day she really needed to hear something good. One full week of work, then a 3-day week. Another full week, then I'm using my remaining 4 days of vacay. Not sure if we'll be able to go anywhere after we fix both vehicles, but the time away from work and together will be enough. Work continues to be not fun or nice.
The porch railing is coming along, they just have 3 more pieces. I feel like we've kind of stalled out on the adoption process, until we finish this project. We still haven't sold our old house.
One day, life will be better. things will improve, someone will need our old house, our new house won't be so quiet, my job will change or go away, and life will be better. Apparently Someone wants me to work on my patience until that day :)
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