Monday Blahs...

You all are going to start sending me cheese to go with my whine.

Cause now, not only am I having my monthly, I am sick to boot.



So just to let you know how my weekend was...Friday I went to a jewelry party. I got a necklace for my mom, one for me and some earrings 1/2 off. *shrugs* The party was combined with a girl's poker night. Though the cards never even came out...we had THAT much fun.

Saturday, sick sick sick. I did manage to put the tree up and decorate the house, but never could get the kids to even BATHE and get dressed to take our Christmas pictures.

Sunday...still sick sick, napped most of the day. When I did wake for periods of time, I cooked. The good comfort food that I love on cold days especially when I am sick. I made a whole chicken, which turned into chicken noodle soup, I cooked some of the chicken with taco seasoning for chicken tacos one night this week, and then threw the rest of the chicken in a pan with rice, cream of chicken soup and corn into the oven. Lots oh chicken, but we have dinner now for at least three nights this week, which means, no REAL cooking for me.

So a really laid back weekend, except for the shenanigans on Friday night, which will be locked in my secret memory bank for a very long time...what happens at girl's poker night shall remain at girl's poker night. If I say poker one more time, this might be a dirty post.

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I think I am going to get some napping work done.

We all have it

You Are In a Decent Mood

You aren't turning cartwheels, but you're having a pretty good day. Some ups, some downs, but overall you're coming out ahead. And who knows? Tomorrow could be even better!

What Mood Are You In?

Well, add Buggy and me to the sick list. Probably why I am NOT doing cartwheels today, might be messy, I'm just sayin.

As ugly as this stomach bug is, I still think HUBBY was/is the biggest baby about it.

I took two sick days...and for those that know me...THAT IS HUGE. I usually muscle through and go to work anyway. THIS bug would have had me in the bathroom all day, so really what was the point of being there.

Buggy did feel better today and she went to school. Her Dad is picking her up today for a few days...nothing like passing the bug onto another household ;)

You decide

Who is the bigger baby?

Bubba started complaining about his tummy hurting on Sunday. By that evening he was having some poo-poo issues. The next morning he gave back the Gatorade he drank and more poo-poo issues. I stayed home with him and here is how our day went.

Me: Hey bubs, how are you feeling?
Bubs: My head hurts mom.
Me: Ok, here is some medicine. What would you like to watch?
Bubs: Power Rangers (duh!)
Me: OK.

Later...

Bubs: Mommy, can we go to the store and get treats?
Me: Honey if you are sick you should just stay on the couch and get some rest.
Bubs: I'm ok mom, lets go to the store.
Me: Well...I could use a few groceries.

so we went.
He also went to daycare the next day, without complaint. The teachers said they would keep an eye on him and make sure that he was drinking enough water and if he had to use the restroom there would be nobody getting in his way.

Tuesday and Wednesday he went to school. Everyone commented that although he seemed ok, he just wasn't himself. Hubby took him to the dr on Wednesday night just to make sure there wasn't something serious going on....there isn't, but they kept them there until almost 11pm running all the possible tests. Hubby works midnights and decided to call off that night from work.

Next morning I am woken by my hubby's moaning.

Me: What is the matter?
Him: I think I am sick.
Me: oh. ok.
Him: I am freezing, are there windows open somewhere?
Me: No, I don't think so, I am going to get in the shower. Is there anything I can get you?
Him: *big sigh* Nooooo.

I get myself and Buggy ready for the day and head to work. Later my phone rings. I answer and hear:

Ooooohhhhh I am dying. Just thought you would like to say your goodbyes now. I think I am seriously dying.

Me: um, who is this?
Him: It's me. Your dying hubby.
Me: you're really sick, huh?
Him: Oh MY GOD, Stace, this is horrible.
Me: I am sorry, how is Bubba feeling.
Him: Not as bad as me.
Me: *sigh* Really. Is Bubba better?
Him: yeah, I think he is. He has eaten up a storm today.
Me: that is good. Have you eaten?
Him: NO WAY, I can't even think about food. If I lay on my side my stomach KILLS and if I am on my back I want to vomit. My back hurts, my head hurts. I am dying Stace.
ME: I am sorry.
Him: Alright, I will see you when you get home.
Me: Ok, take care.

The night went much the same way. Moan, grumble, bathroom.

Me: Are you going to make it?
Him: no. What should I do? My back and head are killing me.
ME: have you taken any pain reliever?
Him: no.
Me: um, *hello* why don't you take some Tylenol pm and knock yourself out *for my sanity as much as his own*
Him: No, just some regular Tylenol, can you get it for me?

SERIOUSLY. Maybe I am just not sympathetic to a GROWN man being sick.

Third baby in the house...
ME-to myself: omg, there is so much I need to get done.
Laundry is piling up.
Bathroom needs cleaning and even more so now.
The dust is going to take over the house and kick us out.
I have to take care of his ADULT *???* SICK BUTT? I don't have time for this. For real dude. Suck it up.
Buggy and I BETTER not get this crap.

Me to Buggy: I say we quarantine the boys into another room. They have cooties (she loved that and ran with it all night long).

So there you have it, who is the bigger baby? I think the four year old handle himself better than either of us adults.