I had a fairly annoying, whiny post written earlier this evening, but now that it's night and I'm feeling like crap and I'm tired, the whining I wrote earlier just doesn't seem to do the way I feel justice.
Abby's sick. Poor thing. She complained after she ate dinner that her stomach was hurting. I figured it was her nerves. She managed to stay off her Zantac all summer, but now that school is going again her nerves are all flared up and so is her stomach. We ate pizza for dinner, too - a sure fire way to set her off. So I gave her her Zantac and a Maalox and off we went. But about 15 minutes until gymnastics was over she came walking over to me, pale and MagnetLady swears she was green around the gills. Her tummy was rolling and cramping. She made it through the rest of class, but by the time we got home she was running to the toilet, bless her heart. Mom was sick all weekend with a stomach bug and I guess there are quite a few kids out of Ab's class sick, too. Yahoo. I'm sure it'll spread through all of us. You can pretty well bet that with three kids you're going to spend anywhere from 3 to 6 nights sleeping in the chair while your barfing/pooping/feverish child sleeps on the couch beside you. At least, that's how it is in my house. And Mr. Diva is assured anywhere from 3 to 6 nights with the bed all to himself, sleeping soundly, undisturbedly. In my next life I want to come back as him because he never pulls puke duty.
I'm not feeling so hot myself right now either. I had plans to price some more garage sale stuff, but the way I'm feeling right now I think I'll go to bed and I may not work tomorrow. Bleh. I'll have grumbly parents because of it, but when you've got the pukes and poops it's kind of hard to take care of a bunch of babies. Don't get me wrong, it can be done, but agh, why would you want to? Besides, most of my parents are pretty appreciative when I try not to spread disease among the group. Sick school kids are one thing, but sick, puking babies is a whole other ballgame.
But before I go, I just have to tell on myself.
In a moment of utter panic and weakness yesterday I not only highlighted my eldest child's hair, but I also turned her loose and let her shave with a razor. A real razor, people. Wanna know why I did those things?
Because yesterday I noticed that she's getting boobs. Real boobs, people.
I guess now I'm going to have to have "the talk" with her because her doctor said that once those, those......things start developing that it's only a matter of time (9 to 12 months he says) before she gets a monthly bill as well and then we'll start menstruating at the same time and her father will go certifiably insane and her brother will be completely convinced (as opposed to partly convinced now) that we're both aliens and well now, dammit, I guess I'll have to tell her what tampons are really for and not just that they are "for grown up ladies, I'll explain later."
My little girl is trying to grow up.
I think I'm going to go barf now.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Monday, August 28, 2006
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Our school has something going around, too, but it's upper respiratory. My little #2 son has it. He sneezed all day Saturday. I drank out of his straw before I caught on to all the sneezing, but I haven't got it yet. He woke up Sunday all stuffy, and was still that way this morning when I packed him off to school. Thank the Gummi Mary his teacher has 48 boxes of Kleenex. I want to make sure he uses his share.
These are some scary times, for sure. My oldest DD isn't quite there yet, but my precious "baby" nieces are. They aren't just wearing their bras for "moral" support anymore (Which is even sadder to me, because I still am.)
Believe it or not, my DH does pull puke duty. Why else do you think I stay married to him?
Look-you get all this from me when when all I planned to say was 'thanks for visiting my blog' and if you hear from wife swap-I wanna know!
GO BACK TO BED!!!!!!!!! You deserve the day off!
Hey I have a great book I got from the girls' godmother (she teaches WISE UP at the middle school) remind me and I'll get you one. It's one of those I read, you read, we read together and answer questions type things. It's a great book. Keith in convinced (and completely freaked out I might add) that Katlynn will start while I'm at CLEET and he's home alone w/them!
Glad I had boyz....their Dad does such a better job w/the "talk" than their mother does!
Mine decided to get boobs about 2 years ago, and is now going through the alphabet faster than a Sesame Street sing-along. She'll surpass her mother before long. Just what I needed. A thin blonde with ginormous boobs. I fully expect to have to dig a few shallow, unmarked graves...
My youngest daughter -- who ended in the FOURTH letter of the alphabet -- swore she would never grow up, and definitely never have sex. Yeah, well. She's not in convent and she got married last fall.
Diva, it will be ok. You'll have someone to sit and eat chocolate ice cream with once a month and you can tell the boys it's your medicine.
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