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I'm so glad Christmas is over and I'm ready to go back to work. Two weeks at home with Hubby and the kids is really driving me nuts. The house is mess, the kids have been fighting and when they're not fighting I'm running them to friend's houses or running their friends over here. I haven't had a moment to myself since before Christmas break. Hubby and I got into a fight, we got things patched up, but it's not back to normal yet, we're still kind of tip-toeing around each other right now but it's slowly improving.
I completely lost it yesterday. The kids were emptying the dishwasher and fighting; in the process they broke a bowl. Hubby went to grab the vacuum cleaner to vacuum the glass chips out of the dishwasher and it just quit. He left to go borrow a vacuum, but before he left he told the kids to take everything out and hand wash everything. I was trying very hard to keep my cool by keeping myself busy working on some computer stuff in the basement, but the whole time they were washing dishes it was bicker, bicker, bicker... I could feel my blood pressure rising.
Hubby came back later with a vacuum, and then had to run after something else and took the kids with him. I thought this was great, I would finish up what I was doing and then go upstairs to make dinner.
When I got upstairs around 5:00 to make dinner, I realized the whole house was mess. The dishwasher still needed to be vacuumed out, the dishes were still sitting on the table from lunch, everything that was in the sink before the kids did the dishes was sitting on the counter waiting for me to wash them. I was ticked. I started to clean up the mess that everybody had left for me.
When Hubby and the kids came home, I was in the kitchen slamming cupboard doors & throwing pots and pans in the drawers. Knowing I was ticked, Hubby retreated to the basement. I yelled at the kids to get the table cleaned up and while they were doing that they broke something else.
This is when I really lost it. I screamed at the kids, told them to get out of my kitchen to go to their rooms. I ended up cleaning the kitchen up myself. I knew I'd do a better job anyway. After about 20 minutes Hubby thought it was safe to come upstairs and he found me sobbing in front of the stove. I asked him if he could take the kids for a day so I could get out of the house by myself because I was going crazy.
I was making plans to shopping or to just go for a long drive. I even thought about going to my friend’s house 2 hours away. I thought maybe I'd go up there, spend the night to cool down and then come home in the morning. I had no idea what I was going to do; I just needed to get out of the house alone.
Well the weather didn't cooperate. I woke up this morning and it's snowing. I'm stuck in house yet again. I'm hoping I can get out tomorrow; at least I'm not looking to run away like I was last night. My brother-in-law invited the kids over today to play with my nephew for a few hours. So I have a few hours to myself today, but I don't know if it's going to be enough to get me through until next week.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Playing vet, yet again (Warning: graphic. Don't read if you have a weak stomach)
A few years ago it was the dog that I was playing vet with. One of his hind legs was run over and he dislocated his hip. We took him to the vet and he popped his hip back in and said we had to keep his leg taped up in a sling for a week or so, so it could heal. He got to stay in the basement while he was recovering and about a week later I noticed a sore developing on the foot that had been run over. When I took him back to the vet to check his hip I showed him the sore and that’s when the long process of changing bandages and cleaning the wound began. To keep the vet care cost down I had the vet show me how to care for the wound, clean and bandage it every day. It seemed like it took forever to heal but during that time I became an expert on wound care.
Fast forward to now. A couple weeks ago the cat did something to her tail. The vet thinks she might have gotten it stuck in a door or something and the hair and skin were pulled off. It's called a degloving injury. There's not much meat on a cat's tail to begin with, so when the skin is pulled away it's right down to the ligaments and bone. I didn't bring her to the vet right away because I thought I could treat this myself.
I cleaned it up, put some antibiotic ointment on it and bandaged it up the best I could. For the most part it seemed to be working, until the other day when it looked like the tip of her tail was falling off. I took her into the vet to have it looked at. Luckily what looked like the tip of her tail was just a big chunk of hair that was hanging on by a thread. The vet cut it off, and said it really didn't look to bad. When I had a chance to look at it closer it looked like the skin had started to heal over the exposed area.
He said normally with these types of injuries he would recommend amputation, but since it looked like it's healing, with my help he gave her a 70% chance that it would completely heal over and she'd be fine. He gave me some ointment to put on wound, told me to watch for any signs of infection and bring her back in 4 weeks and then we'll decide if we're going to amputate. So I get to play vet again for the next 4 weeks.
Maybe I missed my calling, maybe I should've been vet.
Fast forward to now. A couple weeks ago the cat did something to her tail. The vet thinks she might have gotten it stuck in a door or something and the hair and skin were pulled off. It's called a degloving injury. There's not much meat on a cat's tail to begin with, so when the skin is pulled away it's right down to the ligaments and bone. I didn't bring her to the vet right away because I thought I could treat this myself.
I cleaned it up, put some antibiotic ointment on it and bandaged it up the best I could. For the most part it seemed to be working, until the other day when it looked like the tip of her tail was falling off. I took her into the vet to have it looked at. Luckily what looked like the tip of her tail was just a big chunk of hair that was hanging on by a thread. The vet cut it off, and said it really didn't look to bad. When I had a chance to look at it closer it looked like the skin had started to heal over the exposed area.
He said normally with these types of injuries he would recommend amputation, but since it looked like it's healing, with my help he gave her a 70% chance that it would completely heal over and she'd be fine. He gave me some ointment to put on wound, told me to watch for any signs of infection and bring her back in 4 weeks and then we'll decide if we're going to amputate. So I get to play vet again for the next 4 weeks.
Maybe I missed my calling, maybe I should've been vet.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I've gone blind!
I've worn glasses since the 3rd grade and if it weren't for the wonders of technology in lens reduction I be wearing these coke bottle glasses. So you see I'm very dependent on my glasses.
Last night while I was picking up around the house, I went to adjust my glasses on my face and suddenly one of the lenses popped out. It just fell out! In all my life of wearing glasses this has only happened once before and it was with the same pair of glasses. Finding myself suddenly blind in one eye, I had to have Funky Princess find the lens for me. We never did find the little screw that held it in place. Hubby and Jepup Man were at basketball practice when it happened, and I couldn't find the little repair kit so I had to resort to an old pair I had.
The only pair I could find was about 10 years old and the prescription was so off that it made me dizzy just looking through them. When Hubby came home I told him he had to fix my glasses because there was no way I could go to work with the old ones. I'd probably stumble or walk into a wall and get fired because they'd think I came to work drunk. But the glasses repair kit was no where to be found. He said he had one over at the office and would grab it the morning before I left for work.
Some how I managed to finish making supper but had a major headache by the time I sat down to eat. It was better to take the glasses off and eat blind. Hubby had to cut my meat for me because I couldn't see what I was doing. By the time dinner was over, I was so sick to my stomach from the dizziness and headache that the old glasses caused I went right to bed.
I woke up this morning and remembered there might be another pair in the car. After getting dressed I went out to look. Sure enough there was the last pair I had. The ones I had before I bought my current glasses. They're a little out of date but at least the prescription is close enough to my current prescription that it's not making me sick. I called Hubby and told him it was ok if he didn't find the repair kit right away, I could get by with the pair I found in the car for a day until he can get my current pair fixed.
Monday, December 15, 2008
A Christmas story for people having a bad day
Even Santa has holiday stress.
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
How do you clean with a pack rat in the house?
Unfortunately I live with 3 of them. Last weekend I spent all day Saturday cleaning the living room, kitchen, bathroom & porch. Then all day Sunday cleaning, organizing and rearranging Funky Princess's bedroom. Today I spent most of the day trying to do the same with Jepup Man's bedroom, but he's not willing to give anything up. Most of what he has is junk, but to him it's something he must keep. OMG! He has toys in his toy box from when he was 3, which he claims he still plays with. I swear I could go through his stuff and throw half of it away and he'd never notice.
Getting him to give anything up is like pulling teeth. I finally told him I couldn't rearrange his room if wasn't going to get rid of anything. He went through his toy box again and reluctantly tossed out a few things. I have to get them out of the house before he changes his mind. Maybe after Christmas, when he's at school I'll sneak in there and go through the toy box one more time.
He was willing to part with most of his McDonald's toys. He's taking them to school for the Good Choices box in his class. His teacher keeps track of who's been good in class and at the end of the week she draws a few names and those kids get to pick something out of the Good Choices box. I just hope he doesn’t end up bringing all the stuff back home.
I've made so many trips to Goodwill in the last couple weeks, the people that work in the donation area are starting to become good friends.
Getting him to give anything up is like pulling teeth. I finally told him I couldn't rearrange his room if wasn't going to get rid of anything. He went through his toy box again and reluctantly tossed out a few things. I have to get them out of the house before he changes his mind. Maybe after Christmas, when he's at school I'll sneak in there and go through the toy box one more time.
He was willing to part with most of his McDonald's toys. He's taking them to school for the Good Choices box in his class. His teacher keeps track of who's been good in class and at the end of the week she draws a few names and those kids get to pick something out of the Good Choices box. I just hope he doesn’t end up bringing all the stuff back home.
I've made so many trips to Goodwill in the last couple weeks, the people that work in the donation area are starting to become good friends.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Entering the teen years
Imagine if you will, a place and time where a once sweet little girl suddenly changes into some sort of alien being with a communication device growing out of her ear. Where according to her, her mother knows nothing and she knows everything? Where what her friends think and do is more important than what her parents say. Where every little request of her is met with an exasperated sigh or the mom whine. You know the one, "But MOMMMMMMMMMM..." and she's only 11.
You have just entered... (insert Twilight Zone theme) THE TEEN YEARS! (woman screams in the background)
Really I think it started about two years ago when she was in the 3rd grade and she and her friends discovered the telephone. It wasn't enough that they got to talk to each other at recess everyday. No, they had to have 20 five minute conversations every evening. And they usually went like this:
Child1 calling Child2
Child1:"Hi, you know what happened on the bus?"
Child2: "No."
Child1: "So and so got in trouble because he..."
Child2: "Really?! OMG! I have to tell Child3. I'll call you back."
Child2 hangs up and calls Child3
Child2: "You know what Child1 just told me? She said So and so did ______ on the bus."
Child3: "When?"
Child2: "Tonight."
Child 3: "Oh that's so gross. You know I saw him do that in class once."
Child 2: "Oh yeah? You should tell Child1."
Child 3: "OK, but I'll call you back as soon as I'm done talking to her."
Child2: "Ok, bye"
Child2 & 3 hang up. By this time Child1 is trying to call Child3 to tell her the same story, but when she can't get through she tries to call Child2 to tell her that Child3's phone is busy. Two minutes later the phone rings at Child1's house. It's Child3; they relay the same information but now there's some other urgent piece of news that must be shared with Child2 and the cycle continues. It's enough to drive somebody insane.
Now that's she's a little older, I've noticed she thinks she's to cool for me. She used to like it when I'd come to school for lunch or volunteer to chaperone a field trip, but now that I'm working at school everyday she does everything she can to avoid me. I've suddenly become a major embarrassment. The other day, it was freezing outside and she came out without mittens on. I sent her back in to go find her mittens (like I would any other child, not just my own). She whined, stamped her foot and cried, "Mom! You're embarrassing me in front of my friends!" I looked at her friends and they were all smarter then her because they had their mittens and gloves on. Today I saw she wasn't wearing her boots or snow pants. Once again I said something to her and she just gave me this look that said, "OMG! You're such a freak."
I've also noticed an attitude developing where she seems to thing she doesn't have to lift a finger around the house. That we're suppose to be at her beck & call and if I so much as ask her to do something out of the ordinary, like scrub the toilet, or worse yet...PICK UP HER SOCKS. (OMG! What a horrible mother. Quick somebody call the authorities to remove this poor abused child from this terrible environment.) She'll go off on a tirade about how she has to do everything. Why do we make her do housework anyway, none of her friends have to do that.
Yep, I think we have truly stepped across the threshold into the teen years. HELP!
You have just entered... (insert Twilight Zone theme) THE TEEN YEARS! (woman screams in the background)
Really I think it started about two years ago when she was in the 3rd grade and she and her friends discovered the telephone. It wasn't enough that they got to talk to each other at recess everyday. No, they had to have 20 five minute conversations every evening. And they usually went like this:
Child1 calling Child2
Child1:"Hi, you know what happened on the bus?"
Child2: "No."
Child1: "So and so got in trouble because he..."
Child2: "Really?! OMG! I have to tell Child3. I'll call you back."
Child2 hangs up and calls Child3
Child2: "You know what Child1 just told me? She said So and so did ______ on the bus."
Child3: "When?"
Child2: "Tonight."
Child 3: "Oh that's so gross. You know I saw him do that in class once."
Child 2: "Oh yeah? You should tell Child1."
Child 3: "OK, but I'll call you back as soon as I'm done talking to her."
Child2: "Ok, bye"
Child2 & 3 hang up. By this time Child1 is trying to call Child3 to tell her the same story, but when she can't get through she tries to call Child2 to tell her that Child3's phone is busy. Two minutes later the phone rings at Child1's house. It's Child3; they relay the same information but now there's some other urgent piece of news that must be shared with Child2 and the cycle continues. It's enough to drive somebody insane.
Now that's she's a little older, I've noticed she thinks she's to cool for me. She used to like it when I'd come to school for lunch or volunteer to chaperone a field trip, but now that I'm working at school everyday she does everything she can to avoid me. I've suddenly become a major embarrassment. The other day, it was freezing outside and she came out without mittens on. I sent her back in to go find her mittens (like I would any other child, not just my own). She whined, stamped her foot and cried, "Mom! You're embarrassing me in front of my friends!" I looked at her friends and they were all smarter then her because they had their mittens and gloves on. Today I saw she wasn't wearing her boots or snow pants. Once again I said something to her and she just gave me this look that said, "OMG! You're such a freak."
I've also noticed an attitude developing where she seems to thing she doesn't have to lift a finger around the house. That we're suppose to be at her beck & call and if I so much as ask her to do something out of the ordinary, like scrub the toilet, or worse yet...PICK UP HER SOCKS. (OMG! What a horrible mother. Quick somebody call the authorities to remove this poor abused child from this terrible environment.) She'll go off on a tirade about how she has to do everything. Why do we make her do housework anyway, none of her friends have to do that.
Yep, I think we have truly stepped across the threshold into the teen years. HELP!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Funny Christmas songs
The kids came home from school yesterday and told me they learned a new Christmas song. It's a new twist on Jingle Bells
Dashing through the snow
On a pair of broken skis
Screaming all the way
Crashing into trees
I think I might be dead
The snow is turning red
I woke up in the hospital
with stitches in head
Oh jingle bells...
Another one of my favorites is a Saturday Night Live skit called the Dysfunctional Family Christmas. I wish I could find a video clip to post because it's pretty funny. But I did find the transcript.
Dashing through the snow
On a pair of broken skis
Screaming all the way
Crashing into trees
I think I might be dead
The snow is turning red
I woke up in the hospital
with stitches in head
Oh jingle bells...
Another one of my favorites is a Saturday Night Live skit called the Dysfunctional Family Christmas. I wish I could find a video clip to post because it's pretty funny. But I did find the transcript.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Got chapped lips? Try Chicken Poop
LOL I ran across this last night while doing some online shopping. I might just have to buy some to keep around for when the kids want to use my chapstick.
www.ilovechickenpoop.com
Monday, December 1, 2008
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