Thursday, November 29, 2007

Mommy's Fourth Day

I let my 2 year old listen to her heatbeat.
Me: "Can you hear it?"
Avery: "It's playing a song!!" (she was SO surprised and excited!)
Me: "A song? (laughing) What song do you hear?"
Avery: "It's drums!! Boom-BOOM!"
What a smart little kid!

On another note, this is what I found, in my basement, upon returning from school. When you have a father/son contractor team, apparently this is what can happen.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Mommy's Third Day

Stan is in my class. He's been very accommodating when we need him for demonstrations. Today, we had to practice "occupied bed changing." Poor guy is sitting there in nothing but a hospital gown, while we roll him all over the bed, and change the sheets.
We're new at this, so we saw more than we planned on. See, you are supposed to keep the patient covered with a sheet the entire time you are changing the sheets. Well, we rolled him a little too quick and there was his bum, poking out for the world to see. Then, out of curiosity, one of the girls quickly ripped up the front of his gown, to view the front.

Yeah, she really did.

Stan is our very "anatomically correct", medical dummy. He didn't mind. LOL

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Mommy's Second Day

So, when I got home today, I brought out the stethoscope and blood pressure cuff, so that we could play doctor.

...WITH MY KIDS! You naughty, naughty person for thinking nasty thoughts.

Me: "Come here and Mommy will listed to your heart."
4 year old: "Where did you get that?" (meaning the stethoscope)
Me: "It's Mommy's. I got it at class."
4 year old: "Why?"
Me: "Because I will need it for my job, when I am done with school."
6 year old: "Yeah, she's going to fix babies...and then sell them."

Yeah. THAT'S my plan. Then, I can be promoted, to serve out my time at the local penitentiary! What a wonderful career path!

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Highlights

Well, I survived. It was a long day, but it seemed to go by really fast. If your kids have a tendency to read over your shoulder, you may want to censor this one. Here are a few highlights:
~ We have a stripper in the class, that likes to wear pasties. Please don't ask how I know this. She is really, very nice.
~ One of the guys in my class asked a girl to prom by boxing himself up and shipping the box to the girl. (His Dad works for UPS, so he got away with this.) She opened the box with a knife, causing a surgery-required wound, on his back. Whoops.
~ SOB means "Short of Breath". What did you think it meant?
~ Masturbation was discussed, primarily as a warning, that we may see this in the nursing homes. Our instructor told us about a student (18 years old) a few years ago, that had to raise her hand and ask what masturbation was. To add to it, the instructor received a call the next day from this student's Mom, yelling at her for discussing this with her daughter. Wow.
~ We got to play with catheters today. Thankfully, this is not a procedure that we will practice on each other!
~ Someone in class has eaten a cow penis. When questioned as to why he did this, he said that his father-in-law is from Laos and he shoved it in his face and forced him to try it. My question, (because, of course, I'm a smart ass) was if this would be considered sexual abuse. LOL The stripper thought that was hilarious!
~ It is very important to get the right hole when catheterizing a female. Really? Did that even need to be explained?
Well, I'm off to study. Hopefully, I'll have as good of a day tomorrow. If I survive it, I'll regale you with some more inappropriate stories!

Mommy's First Day

Mommy's going back to school, today is her first day.
She says that it'll be hard work, no time for fun or play.
She won't be learning A-B-C, instead, it's C-P-R,
She won't be doing 1-2-3, but learning what "Foleys" are.
She talks about patient care, and how to lay supine,
Something about ROM, and what's an IV line?
We don't know what she's saying, or what she's going to be,
She just laughs and says, that she's sharing our TLC.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

What is Love?

~ Love is not for better or worse. ~
It is in the simple everyday things.
~ Love is not that first, surprising kiss. ~
It is the kiss on my forehead, when I am experiencing my first contractions.
~ Love is not in the words “You are beautiful.” ~
It is when I see those words in your eyes…while I give birth, without pain medication.
~ Love is not that first, exciting hug. ~
It is in the hug that you gave me, while seeing our baby be intubated.
~ Love is not a dozen roses. ~
It is knowing my favorite flower and planting them in the yard.
~ Love is not gazing into each other's eyes. ~
It is looking me in the eye and smiling, when we are cleaning up our child's throw-up at 3 AM.
~ Love is not in Hallmark cards. ~
It is in the note you scrawled on the bathroom mirror, before you went to work.
~ Love is not in holding hands. ~
It is in holding each other…as we watched your brother take his last breath.
~ Love is not in the words we say. ~
It is in the moments where we don’t have to say a thing.
~ Love is not in three little words. ~
It is in a lifetime of memories.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Hair Update-One Month Later






Friends and Family...Gather Here

My beautiful children. Why is there always one that doesn't want their picture taken and tries to run away?
Grandma and Landon. We covered the table with white paper, so that the kids could decorate it beforehand. The most beautiful tablecloth you have ever seen.
The one time that we let Avery color on the table!
Ryleigh making "hand turkeys" on the table. My beautiful daughters.
My wonderful son. I have so many things to be thankful for.
My nephew Landon.
My neice Kaylana.
My wonderful husband. I love this man.This says it all.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Thursday Thirteen #12-I'm Thankful

13 Things I Am Thankful For
in honor of Thanksgiving Day 2007

1. I am thankful for slightly tight clothing-because it means that I have not gone hungry.

2. I am thankful for the constant noise and yelling in my home-because it means that I can hear.

3. I am thankful for early morning trips to the Emergency Room-because it means that quality health care is available for those I love.

4. I am thankful for the times that my husband and I fight-because it means that he cares enough to fight back.

5. I am thankful for the dirty socks on the stairs, the toothpaste in the sink, the toys on the floor and the artwork covering my fridge-because it means that our home is filled with children.

6. I am thankful for the rooms that still need paint, the basement that still needs to be completed and the yard that still needs grass-because it means I have a home.

7. I am thankful for my dirty, sticky clothes at the end of the day-because it means that I have been hugged by my children.

8. I'm thankful for my overflowing e-mail and my phone that never stops ringing-because it means that I have many friends and family members that care.

9. I am thankful for the stress of Sundays (keeping four children clean and quiet for three hours)-because it means that I have the right to worship freely.

10. I am thankful for my alarm waking me up-because it means that I am alive and I have another day to contribute to the world.

11. I am thankful for those damn "Brats" dolls-because it gives me a chance to teach my children what is and isn't acceptable in our home.

12. I am thankful for weight gain, nausea, swollen feet, headaches, small lung capacity, sciatic nerve pain, peeing when I laugh or sneeze, uncomfortable breasts, ugly "tent-like" clothing, bloody noses and emotional roller coasters-because it means that a baby will be joining our family.

13. I am thankful for cancer-because it reminds me how very precious every moment and every memory is.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Wordless Wednesday #12-If You Let A Man Cook Thanksgiving Dinner...



Change Your Clocks Forward One Hour?

Wow. For a day that started off with nothing to say...I've gotten quite chatty!
So, I put my kids to bed an hour early tonight.
What? Don't look at me like that.
They can't tell time.
They didn't know the difference.
I needed it.
After a day of running around, elementary school, pre-school, reading to the 1st graders, cleaning, catching up on dishes, cleaning out the van, homework, playing games, feeding the masses and bathing 4 squirmy bodies....I'm tired.
They'll forgive me.
If they ever figure it out.

Who Would Have Guessed?

Tonight was one of those nights. You know the one. Where you stand in your kitchen, look around and think, "What can I make for dinner...with what I have?"
These nights happen often around here. Ecspecially on days when Josh is working and I have zero time to think about dinner beforehand. So, it became quite the eclectic dinner tonight.
We had hotdogs and cheese wrapped in crescent rolls (yummy!), cottage cheese, cabbage and sliced banana. Crazy, I know.
BUT....the kids LOVED it! I even got "Mom, I LOVE this cottage cheese!" and "Can I please have some more cabbage?"
I know.
Crazy.

How To Stay Young

This doesn't happen very often...but I am at a loss for words. Really. I know...you can't believe it. But, since I have nothing profound to say, I thought I would share this wonderful advice on how to stay young.
1. Try everything twice. On Madam's (of Whelan's and Madam) tombstone she wanted this epitaph: Tried everything twice...loved it both times!
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down (keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches).
3. Keep learning: Learn more about computers, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with that person.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with you your entire life is you. Lost time can never be found. LIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. If it is beyond help, accept it.
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, or a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them at every opportunity. I love you, my special friends.
11. Forgive now, those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.
12. Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Listening to Advice

I am already stressing about school! It hasn't even started and I am already worried about how I am going to make it through. After an anxiety attack tonight, I feel that I need to remember:
"I never said it would be easy.
I only said it would be worth it."

Sunday, November 18, 2007

High School Musical on Ice

Nate, Brittney, Grandma, Ryleigh, Bailey, Luke, Avery and Daddy "Troy Bolton"
"Gabriella"
"Gabriella, Troy, Sharpay and Ryan"
"Eww! Mom! They're KISSING!"
Avery and Luke peering over the banister. Because this show wasn't
extremely crowded, we got to move seats. We were in the front
row of the upper bowl. Great seats!
Bailey and Ryleigh. Bailey HAD to wear her "I Love Troy" shirt! :)
Lukey and Mommy

Thursday, November 15, 2007

I Finally Decided

(you have to read this in a sing-song voice)
"I DID IT! I DID IT!"
(thanks, wasn't that fun?) :)
I have enrolled in school. I start my CNA class the Monday after Thanksgiving. So, hopefully, I will be working in the hospital at the beginning of next year.
Miracle of miracles...the local hospital is hiring CNA's...in Labor and Delivery!!! This couldn't be anymore perfect. I am so excited. It will be some crazy school hours (over 50 hours in one week!), but, by the end of it, my clinical hours and one state exam....I can be around babies whenever I want! This gets my foot in the door, so that I can begin working toward my RN.
Yay me! I'm so excited!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Thursday Thirteen #11-Cravings

13 Foods I Craved During My Pregnancies

1. Jelly doughnuts with ketchup-Yeah, my husband thought it was weird, too.


2. Milk-Like a gallon, a day, for about 2 months.


3. Quarter Pounders with mayo-Now...why did I gain over 60 lbs. with that pregnancy? :)


4. Peaches-Great laxative. That's all I'll say.


5. A1 Sauce-I would sit and pour the sauce into a spoon and eat it. Gross, I know.


6. Limes-I'd eat 4 or 5 a night! My gums still hurt from the citric acid!


7. Pickles-What pregnant woman doesn't?


8. Sunflower Seeds-Between my husband and I, we ate a TON!


9. A Frosty from Wendy's-With salt in it.


10. Baked Potatoes-With lots of lemon pepper.


11. Salt and Pepper Potato Chips-Was this MY craving...or Josh's???


12. Jalapenos-I hated these until my last pregnancy. Now I LOVE them.


13. Beer-I know, I know!!!! Don't give me the lecture. I don't even like beer, I have NEVER liked beer...but I WANTED it so badly when I was pregnant! No, I didn't indulge this craving, but it drove me CRAZY for months!


Wordless Wednesday #11-"Go Put Your Panties On!"

*Note to self: Be more specific next time!*







Monday, November 12, 2007

The Beauty and the Beast

I love this little girl. She has fought for life since conception and she is very determined to leave her mark on this world. She is hard headed and stubborn...with a touch of a temper thrown in.
Everyday, my patience is tested with this one. When I say that I have had a bad day, the usual response from anyone listening is, "What did Avery do now?"
We joke in this family that the most used phrase in our home is, "WHERE'S AVERY?", because if she is not in the room with you...something is going to be broken, peed on, scattered all over my room or drawn on.
Most of the tears I have shed as a parent, have been because of this child. Either I was crying because I was afraid she was going to die...or I was crying because I was afraid I was going to kill her. :)
She has the biggest, softest, doe eyes that you have ever seen. Underneath those eyes, is a smattering of freckles, that make you want to kiss her cheeks. Sometimes, I think it's her eyes and those freckles that save her from the wrath she deserves.
Tonight, after a rather trying day with her, she climbed up on the couch behind me, sat on the back of the couch, wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on mine. She didn't say anything, just cuddled with me for no reason. I turned my head, looked into her beautiful eyes and reminded myself how very much I love her. Reminded myself how very quiet, yet very boring, our home would be without her. Reminded myself how everyday, she teaches me patience, understanding and forgiveness.
All that responsibility, in one little two year-old body.

He REALLY needs a brother!



Sunday, November 11, 2007

Something To Laugh About...For The Rest Of The Week!

I got this story in an e-mail and it is too funny not to share!
Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.
Here's what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.
"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"
I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. " She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically! )
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids , this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."
"Oh, gross!" they shrieked
"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.
]"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know, "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.
We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for heavens sake.).
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting, " he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . um . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife.
We were silent, absorbing this. "So, Ernie's just . just . . . excited," my wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied , relieved that we understood.
More silence.
Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face. "It's just that . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . . teeny little .. " She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad," he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Tagged By Regina

I was tagged by Regina from Family Seasons .
I have to share 7 Random or Weird things about myself.
So the rules are...
A). Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog
B). Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself
C). Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs
D). Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I craved jelly doughnuts and ketchup (yeah...together) with my last pregnancy.
2. I can turn my feet backwards.
3. I love to read obituaries.
4. I have lived in the "country" since the age of 14...but I have never ridden a horse.
5. Jodi Picoult is my favorite author. I have read every single book she has written.
6. I write my children a letter, every year, on their birthday. No one has ever read these letters. I'm not sure when I will give the letters to them; sometime when they are older and can appreciate them.
7. I do not understand why on one planet we have people that own several million dollar houses and Moms that cannot feed their children.

I'm a rule breaker. I'm not going to tag anyone. If you want to play...please do!

Friday, November 9, 2007

Fortune Teller?

We got Chinese food for dinner tonight.
And what comes with Chinese food? Fortune cookies.
There was an extra one thrown in the bag, so after we all chose one for our own, I picked up the extra cookie and began to open it.
"Who should this one be for?", I asked.
Josh said, "Our unborn child." (Who is not conceived yet...I'm not announcing anything here.)
Laughing, I opened the cookie and read the fortune:
"Your efforts are budding-results will soon appear."
Uh-oh. Never taken a fortune cookie/pregnancy test before! LOL

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Thursday Thirteen #10- Random Facts

13 Interesting, Yet Random, Facts



1. It is physically impossible for you to lick your elbow.


2. The "sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language.


3. Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over a million descendants.


4. A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.


5. A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.


6. On average 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year.


7. Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married.


8. Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.


9. The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.


10. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.


11. If Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand 7 feet, 2 inches tall.


2. Americans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.


13. Almost everyone who reads this will try to lick their elbow.



Wordless Wednesday #10-The Perfect Postcard

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

I'm the coolest Mom...ever.


Yep, I did it. I got the family tickets to see it! My girls are super excited (and this guarantees me their BEST behavior for the next 2 weeks!) and so am I. This will be so much fun to do as a family. We don't get much family time and it is long overdue.
Except...that for the next two weeks...I will have to listen to:
"MOM? How many more days?!"

Bumper Stickers

I'm sick today. So...you get some well-put bumper stickers to ponder...instead of my infinite wisdom! :)











Sunday, November 4, 2007

My Mom is MY Hero!

Happy Birthday Josh!

Dear Josh,
Happy Birthday, my love. You are an amazing man and such a wonderful father. When we met 9 years ago, I would have never imagined that we would be where we are now. Silly little teenage love has blossomed into so much more. We have grown up together, as individuals, as husband and wife and as parents.
You are such a hard worker and do everything you can to provide for our family. I know I complain about your hours and the fact that you can't be here when I need you, but I know that you do it for us. You do it for me...so that I can stay home with our babies.
You are an amazing father. Our children are so lucky to have you to look up to. I have said it before and I will say it again: if our daughters bring home a man half as wonderful as you, I won't worry about them at all. You are such a good example to our children.
You love me and that is overwhelming. I know I am not always easy to love and the fact that you can do it, without hesitation, speaks volumes of the man that you are.
Happy 27th Birthday! We love you!

Friday, November 2, 2007

My Saga Continues...

Don't you think that I have been through enough over the last few days? Honestly. I think we have more than filled our quota of stress around here.
However, whoever said that trouble comes in three's...wasn't lying! Tonight, while I was unloading the dishwasher, I failed to notice a broken glass. Well, wouldn't you know...I jammed my thumb down on it and earned myself three stitches at the Emergency Room.
Go ahead.
Just laugh.
I am! :)

I Am Blessed

I am blessed to have this little girl as my daughter.


Josh was able to stay home yesterday, so that I could rest and try to get feeling better. He had to go back today, leaving me with the four kids, the two girls I baby-sit and a whole lot of running around in the car to drop off/pick up kids at various schools.
My little Ryleigh has been the BIGGEST help today. While I am on the couch trying to keep my eyes open, she has been taking care of her little sister and little brother.
(Between you and me...I think she's enjoying playing "Mommy." I keep hearing her call them her "little daughter" and "little son.")
She has been playing with them, putting on plenty of Dora the Explorers and getting them something to drink. She even chases them around and cleans up their messes.
I don't know what I would do without this darling little girl! I love you, Roo!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

My Hellish Halloween Timeline

12:15 A.M.-Beginnings of a horrible migraine strikes the right side of my head.

1:00 A.M.-Go up to bed, to find 2 yr old having an asthma attack.

1:05 A.M.-Give daughter 2 breathing treatments with nebulizer.

1:20 A.M.-Remember that Albueterol makes 2 yr old hyper.

1:21-4:50 A.M.-Deal with daughter bouncing around on my bed.

4:51 A.M.-Daughter has another asthma attack. (I am now going on 21 hours of no sleep.)

5:00 A.M.-Give daughter breathing treatment #3.

5:10 A.M.-Hope that daughter is tired enough to sleep...put her in her own bed.

7:30 A.M.-Alarm goes off. I curse.

7:31 A.M.-Hear daughter from her room...another asthma attack.

7:32 A.M.-Run to daughter's room to find her laying on the floor, gasping for air...her floor and bed covered in throw-up. She is floppy and getting lethargic. Seriously consider calling 911.

7:33 A.M.-Josh dresses her, while I give her another breathing treatment.

7:50-8:00 A.M.-Instruct Josh on what 6 year old needs for school and Halloween party, apologize to 4 yr old because Mommy is going to miss her Halloween program, feed 1 yr old breakfast and call sister-in-law to come help get everyone ready and dress up 4 yr old.

8:07 A.M-Leave for Primary Children's Hospital.

8:08-8:50 A.M.-Drive to hospital with 2 yr old in front seat (I know, I know, she doesn't normally sit there) so that I can make sure she is still breathing okay. Croupy cough develops.

8:51 A.M.-Arrive at Primary Children's Hospital.

8:53 A.M-Put 2 yr old on scale...as she spreads her legs and pukes on her feet.

8:55 A.M.-Oxygen is okay, but temperature of child has now soared to over 103.

9:00-11:58 A.M.-One dose of steriods, one nurse dressed like a duck, one chest x-ray, four well-earned stickers, one dose of motrin and one dose of tylenol later...Croup. Add that to the poor kid's asthma and you have major breathing issues. We are sent home with a prescription for steriods for tomorrow morning and orders to give her breathing treatments every four hours.

Noon-Call husband and update him. Let him know that I am going to stop to feed the child, now that she can eat without fear of aspirating.

12:01-12:50 P.M.-Drive straight home after daughter passes out from exhaustion. I can't bring myself to wake her, even to eat.

12:51-2:30 P.M.-Get home and realize I don't feel that well. Try to take a nap...to no avail. Josh goes to store to get her steriods. $4.00 for two tiny, little pills. Bastard insurance company.

2:31-5:00 P.M.-Complete chaos in the house to dress 3 little witches, 1 little vampire, 1 GI Jane and 1 GI Joe. Drive to Grandma's house. Realize that I really don't feel good.

5:01-8:30 P.M.-Hang out at Grandma's house, give daughter another treatment, Josh takes other kids out to raid the town,start feeling really, really sick...CRAP...I'm coming down with strep again!

8:45 P.M.-Get home and still have to bathe 4 make-up covered kids, and carpet clean the 2 yr old's room.

10:20 P.M.-Children are in bed sleeping, Halloween candy is hidden...and it is too late for Mommy to go to Urgent Care.

10:20-11:30 P.M.-I haven't worked at all today, so I get a few reports done.

11:30-Midnight-Sit on the couch trying not to swallow my spit (yeah..sorry..that was graphic) and wish that I could gather up the courage to swallow some Tylenol. Thank God that this horrible day is over! :)