I was at the doctor for an annual check-up and because I am quite positive that I'm dying. Every other minute of the day. I've become quite the hypocondriact. Every ache is a cancer cluster, every headache and aneurysm. It's really very annoying. And I'm pretty sure the doctor thought I was nuts. But she declared me well....pending the results from the speculum violation I received. So barbaric. Clearly a man invented that atrocity.
I love my doctor so much. It's possible that I'm a teensy bit IN love with her. I was telling a friend last night about how I had to wait for over an hour to see her yesterday, all while chasing a manic baby all over the place. She suggested I find a new doctor. But that will not be happening. I would walk over hot coals to see my doctor. I have to drive by her office every time I take one of the kids to the pediatrician and I actually feel this weird vibey pull towards her building. It sounds crazy, I know. But if you met this woman and she delivered your babies you would understand. When I was in labor with Grace I didn't want anyone but her. Not even Matt. Nothing was OK until she arrived at the hospital. She is like some kind of calming angel. She helped bring my three most important people into the world and nothing will ever be the same when she finally retires.
The same cannot be said for the some of the nurses at our local hospital. My sweet baby nugget got quite a bad chest cold last week and I had to take her there twice. Once by myself at 5am because Matt was already at work and I knew it wasn't a matter of life or death, so I didn't even bother calling him. The second time we went together in the evening. She was raspy, wheezy and kept choking on gunk coming up. The 5am visit went well and I had Alex along to help me. The nurses doted on Gracie and the doctor was super dreamy. The evening visit did not go as well. We were there forever, Gracie was having meltdowns left and right and the nurses seemed annoyed by this. We were clearly interrupting their hen fest. And the tech that took x-rays of her chest was equally as cranky. "Gosh she's really a stubborn one isn't she?" Um, hello bitch.....she's a baby that doesn't feel good and the bar you are making her lean against is banging her in the head. Not a fan of her!
Everything is back to normal now, thank goodness. Gracie is all better and I am not dying. Yet.
~Jill
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Phenomenal Timing
I called Jill and got no answer this morning. I was having a big what the HECK moment because Joshua decided he doesn't want to go back to his private school in the fall he wants to go to public school. It was 7 in the morning so my midwest eastern standard time zone friends are priceless during these 'moments'.
Except no answer from Jill.
Until 8:54. I had a meeting at 9 but I was sure I could spew out the whole thing and get her opinion in 6 minutes.
I thought she was calling me back. But she wasn't. She didn't even know I'd call because she had been at the doctor all morning.
I LOVE these moments of kindred insanity where things happen and bring us together.
I was 8 minutes late for my meeting because now I needed to know why Jill was at the doctor all morning.
-Sheryl
Except no answer from Jill.
Until 8:54. I had a meeting at 9 but I was sure I could spew out the whole thing and get her opinion in 6 minutes.
I thought she was calling me back. But she wasn't. She didn't even know I'd call because she had been at the doctor all morning.
I LOVE these moments of kindred insanity where things happen and bring us together.
I was 8 minutes late for my meeting because now I needed to know why Jill was at the doctor all morning.
-Sheryl
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Random Thoughts
Instead of winning the lotto, which has been a wish/goal/dream lately, I would rather have a 4th baby and bigger house. Given the fact that I would need to win the lotto to afford these things, I predict that neither of these things are in my near future. I should start wishing smaller.
I am starting to realize how not fun raising a teenager is going to be. I've only just begun and I'm ready to bail. Any takers for a 12 year old boy with a smart mouth and the ability to make you look like an idiotic moron in front of your friends and family?? No? I didn't think so. I see lots vodka and chocolate in my future.
It's a tiny bit pathetic that my dogs have been groomed three times in the past 6 months and I have been to the salon zero times in that same amount of months. Equally as pathetic is how many times they have been to the vet, especially More Annoying Dog, for various ailments, and I have been to the doctor zero times for my ailments. Which I'm pretty sure I may be dying from.
Probably I would loose more weight if I stopped eating ice cream. But I just love it's creamy, cool deliciousness.
Husbands that compliment your hair and actually mean it are lovely. Wives that crinkle their noses when given complements from their husbands because they don't accept compliments well are not lovely. Also lovely is when a husband gets the coffee maker ready for the next morning every single night, even though he doesn't drink the coffee. Wives should probably start saying thank you for these things and stop being so bitchy about pissy, unimportant things. I may or may not be this wife.
When you live in a shoebox with four other humans, the house is almost always messy.
Pedicures are amazing. And so are babies and bigger houses.
~Jill
I am starting to realize how not fun raising a teenager is going to be. I've only just begun and I'm ready to bail. Any takers for a 12 year old boy with a smart mouth and the ability to make you look like an idiotic moron in front of your friends and family?? No? I didn't think so. I see lots vodka and chocolate in my future.
It's a tiny bit pathetic that my dogs have been groomed three times in the past 6 months and I have been to the salon zero times in that same amount of months. Equally as pathetic is how many times they have been to the vet, especially More Annoying Dog, for various ailments, and I have been to the doctor zero times for my ailments. Which I'm pretty sure I may be dying from.
Probably I would loose more weight if I stopped eating ice cream. But I just love it's creamy, cool deliciousness.
Husbands that compliment your hair and actually mean it are lovely. Wives that crinkle their noses when given complements from their husbands because they don't accept compliments well are not lovely. Also lovely is when a husband gets the coffee maker ready for the next morning every single night, even though he doesn't drink the coffee. Wives should probably start saying thank you for these things and stop being so bitchy about pissy, unimportant things. I may or may not be this wife.
When you live in a shoebox with four other humans, the house is almost always messy.
Pedicures are amazing. And so are babies and bigger houses.
~Jill
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
I'm in a crap mood today. So many things have made this mood possible. Too many to list, really. I'm just tired of being the smoother over and the eggshell walker. I'm over going to school stuff alone(rephrase;alone with a baby spaz) because bagels rule the world and don't allow for days off or even a few hours off.
I am desperately trying to ward of an adult-like temper tantrum. I can feel it rising to the surface. I'm eating ice cream, normally an evening treat for me, in the middle of the day to make myself feel better. I think all I am accomplishing is making myself feel fatter. Fantastic.
If Matt comes home and asks if I'm on my period and that's why I'm crabby, I will seriously loose it. Completely.
~Jill
I am desperately trying to ward of an adult-like temper tantrum. I can feel it rising to the surface. I'm eating ice cream, normally an evening treat for me, in the middle of the day to make myself feel better. I think all I am accomplishing is making myself feel fatter. Fantastic.
If Matt comes home and asks if I'm on my period and that's why I'm crabby, I will seriously loose it. Completely.
~Jill
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
6:15a.m.
My phone rang at 6:15 a.m. this morning. You know how you sometimes have the pit of your stomach just swirl around when the phone rings at an off time because it MUST be something bad?
Not me.
Because I knew it was Jill. She called mat 4:45 on my birthday.
Jill was half calling to check on me and half calling to relay how entirely idiotic her day was going and it wasn't even completely daylight in all time zones of the continental U.S. .
She made me late getting out the door but it was totally worth it!
But her day taught me:
1. All grown women over the age of 15 should know how to pump gas without the dude calling to you over the loud speaker.
2. When pregnant women whack into your mom van with their own vehicles, forgive them quickly.
3. Keep money in your car for when it starts beeping relentlessly because you are running it out of fuel.
4. Be aware of the lockdown policies at your child's middle school to ensure you know the proper procedures for when you stroll in to pick your kid up and there are armed official looking people surrounding the place.
5. Call your best pal at any time of day. That's what they are there for.
Missing ya Jill.
-Sheryl
Not me.
Because I knew it was Jill. She called mat 4:45 on my birthday.
Jill was half calling to check on me and half calling to relay how entirely idiotic her day was going and it wasn't even completely daylight in all time zones of the continental U.S. .
She made me late getting out the door but it was totally worth it!
But her day taught me:
1. All grown women over the age of 15 should know how to pump gas without the dude calling to you over the loud speaker.
2. When pregnant women whack into your mom van with their own vehicles, forgive them quickly.
3. Keep money in your car for when it starts beeping relentlessly because you are running it out of fuel.
4. Be aware of the lockdown policies at your child's middle school to ensure you know the proper procedures for when you stroll in to pick your kid up and there are armed official looking people surrounding the place.
5. Call your best pal at any time of day. That's what they are there for.
Missing ya Jill.
-Sheryl
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Fads are Crap
I heard the line 'fads are crap' several (at least a million) times as I was growing up... because my parents said it 500,000 times and Jill's said it the other half. That's some of the uh... err... benefits of growing up with only a fence line between you. You get to hear everything twice. At least.
But I am actually a tiny bit thankful that practicality and budget and common sense often erroded any efforts I might have wanted to make towards some idiotic silliness of the 80's and early 90's while my parents were still responsible for what I looked and acted like. I wasn't exactly somebody that wanted all the latest and greatest things either- and even to this day- I'm just someone who wants to stay above the wire of wearing anything ridiculous/boring/hideously outdated and below the wire of wearing anything somebody will compliment you on for being bold or creative or whatever adjective they want to apply.
Joshua's trend endeavors have been minimal. From the age of 3 until he entered a private school with a dress code, wore mis-matched socks. I don't mean brown and black either- I mean Christmas with Halloween and blue stripes paired up with a dinosaur dotted sock. At first it was a little cute and then mortifying and then really, really practical.
It got mortifying when I found out that his socks had garnered the attention of his fellow pre-schoolers and now multiple kids were refusing to match their socks. But it was seriously practical to not have to match socks when doing laundry. And losing one of a pair was never a big deal!
The beloved sock collection... that I was permitted to dispose of under the terms of capturing it in a photo Joshua could keep forever...
I realize a 7-year-old is way different than the teenie tweeny set and the worst is likely well on its way to me. Noah already has some diva status- repeatedly changing his clothes in a day and rejecting selections I've brought home and taking 7 hours to find clothes in the morning. In fact, that is my morning discipline plan when he won't get a move on- "If you don't get out of bed and get going mister, I'll PICK YOUR CLOTHES".
I have to say I was a bit annoyed when Joshua asked for some plaid shorts this summer instead of his standard khaki cargos. Noah the diva already had a stack of plaid shorts but coming from Joshua... this was weird. And when I said I would look the next time I was at Target, I got a funny look and a request for Old Navy. I only exhaled hard once and then faked my smile. I wasn't as aggravated with his slight and even minimal and even reasonable demands as I was with the fact he's just getting too old too fast.
-Sheryl
But I am actually a tiny bit thankful that practicality and budget and common sense often erroded any efforts I might have wanted to make towards some idiotic silliness of the 80's and early 90's while my parents were still responsible for what I looked and acted like. I wasn't exactly somebody that wanted all the latest and greatest things either- and even to this day- I'm just someone who wants to stay above the wire of wearing anything ridiculous/boring/hideously outdated and below the wire of wearing anything somebody will compliment you on for being bold or creative or whatever adjective they want to apply.
Joshua's trend endeavors have been minimal. From the age of 3 until he entered a private school with a dress code, wore mis-matched socks. I don't mean brown and black either- I mean Christmas with Halloween and blue stripes paired up with a dinosaur dotted sock. At first it was a little cute and then mortifying and then really, really practical.
It got mortifying when I found out that his socks had garnered the attention of his fellow pre-schoolers and now multiple kids were refusing to match their socks. But it was seriously practical to not have to match socks when doing laundry. And losing one of a pair was never a big deal!
The beloved sock collection... that I was permitted to dispose of under the terms of capturing it in a photo Joshua could keep forever...
I realize a 7-year-old is way different than the teenie tweeny set and the worst is likely well on its way to me. Noah already has some diva status- repeatedly changing his clothes in a day and rejecting selections I've brought home and taking 7 hours to find clothes in the morning. In fact, that is my morning discipline plan when he won't get a move on- "If you don't get out of bed and get going mister, I'll PICK YOUR CLOTHES".
I have to say I was a bit annoyed when Joshua asked for some plaid shorts this summer instead of his standard khaki cargos. Noah the diva already had a stack of plaid shorts but coming from Joshua... this was weird. And when I said I would look the next time I was at Target, I got a funny look and a request for Old Navy. I only exhaled hard once and then faked my smile. I wasn't as aggravated with his slight and even minimal and even reasonable demands as I was with the fact he's just getting too old too fast.
-Sheryl
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