I have neglected everything this week. Every single thing.
I am sick. I put a “d” on the end of “fine”.
(Much to the chagrin of my husband, I do NOT have Monica’s raging libido.)
Man, I miss Friends.
I have neglected everything this week. Every single thing.
I am sick. I put a “d” on the end of “fine”.
(Much to the chagrin of my husband, I do NOT have Monica’s raging libido.)
Man, I miss Friends.
It might be more appropriately titled merely “TIRED”, but as I am SO exhausted and dragging my head a good three feet behind the rest of my body, I wonder if there is a little “sick” looming on the horizon.
For the past week or so, I have barely functioned. I thought it might be birthday/Thanksgiving revelry, but we’ve reveled and I’m still tired. I can’t stay awake for anything lately, and my poor husband is getting fed up with my inability to stay awake past the opening credits of anything.
I’d like to put my finger on this mystery, but I’m going to take a nap first.
*YAWN*
When I was discussing my easy Halloween in yesterday’s post, I spoke a little prematurely about what a great day it had been. Don’t get me wrong– the day was good, even if my feet were killing me. It was what happened post-nap that was a bummer.
The plan was to get dressed in costumes, head to Grandma’s church for trunk-or-treating at 5:30 PM, eat soup and breadsticks at her house (and Grandpa’s Halloween donuts, which are easily the best part of Halloween), then drive back to our neighborhood so Kenny could take them trick-or-treating.
It happened a little differently, however… (more…)
Let me just go on record by saying I hate doing catch-up posts, and this will be the second in less than a month. What I need to do is spend five (okay, twenty) minutes blogging each day, rather than waiting for the “perfect” time to do it, because let’s face it: there is never a “perfect” time, and even if there is, I’d rather spend it napping.
Oh, and blogging for even 20 minutes each day? Yeah, make it an hour… I’m hard-wired to edit, edit, EDIT.
So, moving on… (more…)
*pssst* I’m baaaack.
Yes, that’s a whisper. Hannah is running a high temperature today, so I don’t think I’m completely out of the woods yet. I’m afraid to proclaim my triumphant return too loudly, lest I anger the twin gods of vomiting and diarrhea. They are angry. And vengeful. And full of wrath. (And Hannah’s not quite old enough to make it to the bathroom each time she feels sick, which means more washing of sheets, towels, clothes, carpet, walls, rugs and stuffed animals.)
I am so, so tired.
This past week has been a blur. One great big laundry-room visiting, scrubbing, washing, folding, hosing, vomiting nightmare. That repeated itself EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I won’t bore you with the monotony of it, but I will share with you a few highlights: (more…)
My blogging has been terrible this month… I know. I’m working on it.
The virus that we were dealing with over a week ago has come back again, only this time it’s affected everyone except Hannah. (Poor Anthony! This is his second round with it!) Luckily, two-thirds of us know better than to vomit on the floor, so the clean-up hasn’t been as bad. Thank goodness.
I will be back once we’ve kicked this thing. Or I’ve caught up on laundry. Maybe both.
Mwah! I miss you all. I hope to be back soon.
I may or may not be back to write a real post today. I spent the remainder of my weekend cleaning up vomit and washing mountains (and I mean that literally) of soiled towels, sheets, pillows, and nightshirts, and scrubbing carpet and upholstery.
Four kids x nasty virus = major headache for mom.
I tagged myself for this meme because I really liked it. I’m not going to tag anyone specifically, but I encourage you to tag yourself.
I have to say, I make a pretty mean mosaic. I quite like “me”.

INSTRUCTIONS
1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. Using only the first page of results, and pick one image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.
THE QUESTIONS:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is currently your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. What is one word that describes you?
12. What is your flickr name?
Dear Sons,
I am writing to both of you today, because you’ve been on my mind. And, quite frankly, because I am concerned for both of you. Thankfully I’m concerned about two separate issues, because if I had to worry about both problems for both of you, I’d be loony. (Hush.)(I mean it!) And a little scared. So, Alex, I’m going to start with you.
Alex, your eye is freaky. FUH-REEK-EEEY. (more…)
I am going to cheat today and post this, because I think it’s a lot of fun. (I always knew I was an original… and good thing, too!)
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Kenny just left for his “official” first day at his new job. He will be selling GM automobiles for the same company he worked for almost ten years ago. It was hard for him to leave his former company (as was evidenced here), but it was a necessary move. We are both very happy with his new place of employment, and, as an added bonus, he is working days now. *grin* Yes!!! I can get stuff done around the house!
Speaking of around the house, I am jumping back on the FlyLady wagon, and in just three days, I am starting to feel hopeful again. (It’s such a great feeling!) I have almost caught up with all my laundry, even after an extra three loads due to Anthony’s [projectile] stomach virus.
Thanks for letting me update. I’ll be back tomorrow with another letter, I’m sure.