Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I Am Working On a Great and Really Unannoying Post, I Promise!

But until then I'm just throwing out some random dullness, coming down of the holiday sugar high, stinks.
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Not that I resolved to go off sugar for the new year I have finally learned not to resolve to do anything doomed to that degree of failure. It's just that there was A LOT of sugar over the holidays, A LOT! I can't keep up the sugar high on my own so unless the neighbors will help out like they did during the holidays I'm doomed to the have boxes of Christmas decorations stacked in the living room until February and Christmas lights hanging off the house for Easter.
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I really get frustrated when I put Healthy Child to bed and get woke up at 2:00 AM by Croupy Coughing Till Barf Spews Child. Poor thing! Me, not him, he got cuddled, rocked and medicated. I cleaned mucousy barf off my freshly laundered sheets, searched for medicine, and rocked a sick baby who coughed in my face.
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The other day #7 woke up walked out of his room wrapped in a warm blanket, gave me a drowsy hug around the legs and said, "Mom, I want to call Lilly." Lilly is my friend Suzie's little girl.

"Honey, I don't know if Lilly is even up yet." I said.

"It's not fair Mom, you get to call Suzie any time you want, Lilly is my friend and I jus wanna talk to her right now!" What a sweetheart!

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Then I overheard #1 on the phone with his sweetie who lives several hours away. "I'm sorry you're sick!" I heard him say tenderly, "I wish I could be there." He listened to her response then said, "I don't get sick, I'm tough! I just want to wrap you up and keep you from chilling and hold your hair when you throw up!"

What the... This kid nearly passed out on the last trip to the Doctors office. And, once during a dinner party at our house, pooped his pants then was so disgusted by the clean up process that he threw up all over our only bathroom. Yeah, he's a toughie that one.

I plan to remind him often of this overheard conversation in a few years.
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Wow that last sentence ended badly!
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I have made only two new years resolutions this year.

1. Stay off the scale, I am not defined by a number. So far this one is going well, I just gaze sadly at my beloved scale and twitch a little for the first 20 minutes of each day.

2. Learn to ride a Rip stick. I may not be defined by a number on a scale but, if this resolution doesn't go well, I may turn out to be a statistic...in the emergency room. Nevertheless, every night I picture myself at the skate park, wearing my Harley Davidson tank top, impressing all the thirteen year old boys with my sweet Rip Stik moves. Yeah baby! I'll be video taping my success, so be looking for that. 2010 is gonna be awesome!
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I'm pretty sure I have seasonal depression.
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I can receive phone calls but not make any since noon yesterday. Weird!
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Cleaning out my Christmas decoration tubs I came across a bag of unassembled Santa Clause's. I am guessing they are 11 years old. One of my crafting moods gone cold too soon. Any who, it brought to mind that I held a little blog contest where I promised to make a handmade craft and send it to some people in 2009. Won't they be thrilled to get a Santa in January 2010? Strangely I'm feeling kinda proud of myself for finishing up this 11 year old project and finishing up my first and last blog contest in one crafty extravaganza, I may even include some candy cane hearts. I know, I know, I have some major procraftination issues.
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And now I'm going out to rake leaves before it snows on them again. I think that exercise and fresh air are REALLY important when sugar detoxing while battling seasonal depression.

9 comments:

Heffalump said...

Seasonal Depression is no fun.
Must...make...it...to...Spring!

Adams Family said...

I really liked this post. I love you! You are doing such great job with your kids and all that you have going on. We should call and talk more. Of course, I left my phone at Mom's house last night and you don't seem to be able to call out but... I've decided January stinks but you are a great example and now my resolve to be cheerier is stronger.

Kristina P. said...

I don't even own a scale. I refuse. And when I go to the doctors, I don't look. I go by how I feel and how my clothes fit.

Barbaloot said...

Those rip-stick things are nuts! I tried to skate on one and nearly died. Good luck to you:)

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

Um... where to begin, my friend? Awesome randomness. It's like we were seperated at birth.

I will be looking forward to the video of you in your Harley tank top showing up all the teenagers on your Rip Stick.

Yep. Can't wait. ;0)

Mrs. NB

Suz said...

Okay how old was #1 when he pooped his pants, or was it someone else's messy pants?

I am gonna get us rip sticks. Watch out!

Luvs

Suz

Mummy McTavish said...

I do not even know where to start with this feast of randomness... I too want to see that ripstick vid when it happens.

I wish I could be there to hold your hair back when you are coughing so much you puke... because you know it's going to happen now that you've been coughed on at close range. Actually I would probably just come in beat back the kids who suddenly start to swarm anytime mummy gets sick and I'd make you a nice cuppa too... I'm not really into the whole hair holding thing... kinda gross.

Anonymous said...

I love your newly coined word--Procraftination!! But then, what would you expect of a reading tutor??

too bad I can't remember how to log in...duh...Techno Grandma

mandi said...

I, too, can't wait to see you own that rip stick. That's gonna be awesome!

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