A puke story

I forgot to post about this when it actually happened. One day after my son and I picked up my daughter from preschool, (they are both in preschool-son goes MWF daughter TTH) we stopped at a resteraunt called Burnt Toast down the road from us. It is a breakfast/lunch place that is really good and kid friendly. We ordered, ate, chatted and had a pleasant time. My daughter said she had to go potty before we left so I took her in the big stall, with my son. There was one woman waiting for her son in the 2 stall bathroom. Daughter proceeds to go, and I am listeneing to the other mom ask her son if he is done. Just finishing he would reply. Now my daughter has a very sensitive stomach with smells, and I believe the boy had just taken a dump. As she is sitting on the toilet, she proceeds to throw up on her lap. On her underpants and pants. On her shoes and socks. On the floor. And at school the treat was cupcakes, with sickly sweet RED frosting. Mixed with pancakes and milk.

I start to gag. Son starts to gag. All this time more women are coming in to use the restroom. The 1st mom is still asking her son if he is finished. I am telling son not to look at his sister so he does not gag. I am breathing rapidly through my mouth as not to smell the sweet stench and add to it with my own vomit. And this is one of those bathrooms that has no paper towels, only dryers.

There was no way I could clean off her pants. Or her shoes. Or her underpants. I did clean up the floor. I am not that gross. The only thing I could do was strip her from the waist down and bring her to the car butt naked. Luckily that day she had on a long shirt that covered her heinie.

This day trumps the day she crapped in her diaper and we were at sons TaKwon Do class and I had failed to bring a spare. Took that diaper off and thought we could manage without. WRONG! She shit herself-all down the legs,up the back. All the joy of being a MOM!

SNOW?

Ummm hello? Mother Nature? Um it is April 28th today and it is fucking snowing today! I know, not enough to stick you say, but how the hell can I get my kids out of the house and riding their bikes if you let it snow?

Well turning 40 has not been very exciting. Not that I really expected anything really amazing to happen, but I certainly did not expect to be going to 3 funerals in 1 week! First a neighbor lady died, then a man I used to drive to Drs appoitments died (on my b-day no less)  then the shocker was my 47 year old Step Brother. I got the call from my Dad on Friday morning. I feel so sorry for my Step Mom, as her eldest daughter died of Breast Cancer 18 months ago. Now this. I can’t imagine burying 2 children. So my birthday week was not fun.

My husband gave me a necklace for my B-Day. It was ok, but not something I loved. I already made the mistake of keeping a watch he gave me for Xmas that I didn’t love, so I told him I was going to return the necklace. I got a beautiful diamond and pink sapphire ring in its place. My hubby laughed when I came home with it, because he was torn between the ring and the necklace. So at least we have similar tastes. I jst would not have spent $1000 on a necklace I could not wear daily. If it had been costume I would have totally kept it. So I being the cheapskate that I am, saved the dear man over $200 bucks.

How the hell did I get to be 40??

Well today is my 40th birthday. Ya know what? It is exactly like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. Husband is not home of course, but I am fine with that. He did send me flowers, which are beautiful, but I am such a cheapskate, I hate the thought of all that money spent for something that will die in a few days. I also know that he got me some kind of jewelry, because his credit card called while he was gone, to make sure it was him using the card. I hate that he tried to get me something nice, but I will just want to return it in the end. I am at home all day getting cheeto cheese wiped on my clothes, I don’t need $1000 jewelry piece. I know that alot of women would love this, but I am the one who deals with the bills, and it just kills me to have this added to our debt.

I did talk him out of having a party for me on Sat. He plans it, but I have to clean and worry, because he is out of town. He just tells me to hire a cleaning person. He forgets that you have to clean for the cleaners, and if I do that, I might as well clean a bit extra and save the money. He thinks I am nuts. But I really did not want to have a party until we have our house looking 100%, with new carpet upstairs and the rooms all painted.

I am having a pretty lame day, but what can you expect? There were days years and years ago that I never would have believed that I would be watching my OWN kids playing in the backyard. I truly expected to be a dog mom only, treating my dogs like they were children.  (Even though they are like kids, nothing has changed!)

On a sad note, I have to go to a wake tomorrow night for a neighbor lady that practically was my stand in mother for my kindergarten year. My parents divorced when I was 5, and my mom worked, so I would go to this ladies house and wait until after lunch, then walk with another girl in my class to school. I don’t remember much about it, except having to climb a fence to get to the other kids house. I have found that all my memories start the moment my Dad was leaving our house when they divorced. My sister does not remember anything bad, and when I say something that happened, she does not recall it, even though she is 3 years older. It took about a year of therapy for me to get over how my mother treated me. I wish my sister would go too…….

 

Bach-ing it again

Well I have written 2 posts and ended up deleting both of them. My life is so dull right now, I dread putting it to words. So if you find yourself dozing off, I completely understand!

My husband left Wed morning for a business meeting in TX. He returns on Sunday. I was actually happy to see him gone. He was just a prick all weekend. We were painting the kids rooms, and he was all “Master painter” on me. Now I have painted more than he ever has, I have a steadier hand, and I am anal. He acted like it was my first time ever. I HATE to be to how to do something. My father worked in the construction business, and dealt with alot of painters, painting new homes. His family puts the “white” in white collar. Then we went to dinner at a nice resturant for dinner on Sat. This is the kind of place that has no kid menus, no plastic kid cups. Just not a place for crazy kids. Our kids can handle it for about and hour and a half. About hour 2, he orders a Grand Marnier (sp) Now you can’t chug this down. The kids are all up and walking around the table. The table we are seated at is right in the main path, close to the kitchen. So you know this means me on alert for the kids running into someone carrying a tray full of drinks or food. I am starting to get a tad bit irritated. And he is getting mad at me. Ah hello!?! We have 2 kids under 5, this is not a time to be all cosmopolitan sipping a fucking after dinner drink. (We actually went early to avoid this, but the specials we were told about were wrong, so we had to wait for new meals to be brought out)

So next weekend I am the sponser for my neice’s confirmation. The silent one I wrote about before. I have to pick her up Monday for a pre-conf deal. I am not looking forward to it. I have no idea if my sister said anything to her that I was pissed off.  I guess I will see.

I will be 40 in less than 2 weeks. I have not come near my weight loss goal fo 15-20lbs that I hoped for. I have actually put on weight which pisses me off. I don’t know if my thyroid is messed up again and I need to up my medication. I am due for a yearly check up soon, so I will get it tested. I have been good about getting on the treadmill, so maybe it is just some added muscle weight. ( I lift weights too)

And Becky, since you are the only one I know who reads this, I will donate to the Now I  Lay me down to sleep charity. I kick myself dor not doing it away, but I will do it as soon as I log off here. And I also can sympathise with you about the fear you had during your pregnancy with Alex. Every time I went to the doctor for them to listen to the heartbeat, I was waiting for them to say,”Sorry there is no heartbeat.” I really did not get to enjoy being pregnant, for the fear God was playing a cruel joke on me. I look back and realize I was numb for 5 months.  I still have a bit of baby lust left in me, but I think it is just wanting to be pregnant and enjoy it. Now don’t get me wrong, it was an incredibly easy and smooth preg. Heck it was really only 5 months long for me because I found out when I was already 4 months along. I had no morning sickness and the only trouble I had was a touch of heartburn.

Ok enough whining from me-I will go get my credit card right now!