Oodles of Fun

Here's a snippit of how my day went...hope your's was a lot less eventful.

6:15 Drug my arse out of bed....groggy and cranky from a series of sleep-interruptions, otherwise known as Wyatt calling out every hour for "covers" because yes, he is sleeping back in our room (in his corner pallet on the floor) and he's convinced he gets warmer when either Jason or I put the blankets back over him than when he does it himself....

6:50 Wyatt wakes up and is complaining his mouth hurts...an inspection shows no obvious reasons why...

7:45 Showered and dressed, force myself to leave for work

8:55 Take a lovely call from a woman at work who tells me her husband has passed away and she has no money cuz she had to have his body shipped from another state where he died and can't make her truck payment....to which I reply? Ok, call us back later, you've got more important things to worry about right now and it's only a truck. I am sure I'll get a good lashing for this....

9:30 Am imformed Wyatt is running over 101 fever and has to be picked up from daycare asap. Crud. Hate asking to leave work, even though I am not fond of my job....I hate looking like a flake even more. Oh and  the guilt hits...maybe his mouth really was hurting him.

10:15 Go get Wyatt, after driving to Jason's office to switch cars so I have a car seat since one of our cars is in the shop for hail repair and we're stuck with a rental.....he's burning up...102.4 by now. Nice....great job Mom. Don't you watch the news idiot...swine flu is coming like a freight train.

10:45 Back home. Wyatt requests Pinnochio....ugh, please, let my eyes shrivel up and fall out...I can't take this, but I can't tell him no.

12:03 Nap time. Glorious nap time......the silver lining.

2:20 Trip to the doc's office. The usual....except the nurse was using one of those worthless temporal thermometers and tries to tell me he's only got a fever of 99.1. Umm, my ass it's 99.1. He's about to spontaniously combust...try again. She does but she's witch about it, especially when I imply I want a different thermometer. 101.9...yeah, thats more like it....and he'd already had some ibuprophen.

2:27 Throat and nose swabs to check for flu and strep.

2:28 and a half   Wyatt pukes up everything he ate for lunch ALL. OVER. MY. LAP.
Swallowing my own urge to blow chunks, I call out for the nurse....ok semi-scream but really, I was caught between a rock and a mountain of puke and I could not get up. The slightest movement would have made the already horrible situation that much more miserable. Minutes pass, my shouts go unanswered so I send Wyatt with vomit down his chest into the hallway but he tells me there is no one out there. A couple more minutes pass....finally our nurse!

2:40 Postive test for Strep Throat. Swell...

2:45 Shot time for Wyatt....

3:15 Back home again. Cinderella this time.....yes, one of his all-time favorites. Seriously.

But we've had a good run....he's 2 and a half and this will be our first bout of Strep. Doc said just the one shot would do the trick and that seems be paining him more than anything else at this point. So thats about it from here....except I really need a margarita.....like NOW!

I will close by saying I am thankful though. Thankful we have medical coverage that allows us to schedule a visit with a doc with only a few hours notice. Thankful I can hop in a car and know it will start, know it will have gas, know I don't have to walk miles upon miles with a sick child. Thankful we have access to medicine if we need it. Thankful we have cool, clean water at our fingertips to wash it down with. Thankful that when crappy days like this come around, we have the means to make it through. I know there are more people than I will ever really fathom that could only wish for these basic things and I want to try to my best to not take them for granted ever.

P.S.....and thankful for those little machines that make frozen margaritas too!

{Melancholy} Musical Monday

Well after the umpteenth viewing of Shrek 3, I finally remembered to chase down this song that briefly plays. I heard it and was instantly drawn to it; such a comfortable sound. So soothing as if i had heard it a million times before. And I promise to be a little more upbeat next time I post one of these.....in which case I may never again, HA!

Oh and stayed tuned....some pics from our trip to the zoo this weekend coming to a blog near you!

9 Crimes, Damien Rice

I*HEART*FACES {Reflections}

For this week's challenge, I am using an old photo circa January 19th 2008. I had only had my camera about a month, had no clue what I was doing (still don't most the time) and was just firing off shot after shot after shot. Wyatt wouldn't then, and still won't now, look at the camera so here he was, avoiding me and waiting for his daddy to come home.

{Kids Entry}

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It's Sunday...

Tomorrow is Monday all over again and I am once again acquainted with that looming pit of dread. He waits for me. Taps me on the shoulder when I think I've been cunning enough to put him to the far back reaches of my mind. Greets me 'good morning sunshine' with that gleam of malice in his eye. Reminds me that he owns Monday through Friday, 8-5 and there ain't a dog-gone thing I can do about.
Oh yes, dread, an oh-so familiar pal of mine.

Anyway, if I have gained anything out of the countless hours of NBA playoffs I have been subjected to, it would be this. A rather hypnotic tune of sorts which kind of suits my mood tonight....

Everyday, Carly Comando

Speaks For Itself...

Corporate Hierarchy Explained With Birds

And just when you think it won't.....no, it just simply can't get any worse....it does.....it really, really does.

I think I can...I think I can...I think I can...

Buried deep under 40lbs...OK -50lbs....is a former runner.....OK- swift jogger......OK -power walker, whatever!! SHEESH! Anyway, she's in there...suffocated, but in there. Probably really really pale too...but I digress. She beckons me. Gosh it has been a really long time though. Too long? But when, where, how?
With everything else that needs to be done....
I am sure Jason's heart is aflutter with joy and even the slimest possibility. Maybe I ought to make him buy me some new {pink} running shoes, just in case the fancy should strike. Would be one less excuse in my arsenal of handy excuses.
Hmmm....sure would be nice to have a jaw line again...lol.

Hey....now where did Wyatt put my IPod?