Feel free to laugh...
The phone rings. Gotta love caller id. It looks like it might be the library but it can't be since I don't have any books on hold. The one I did have, I suspended. Could it be the doctor's office? Is there an appointment that I forgot about? I mentally go through all the kids and the birthdays as I look at the calendar.
A message is left and it is the library! Huh? I have a book available? So I immediately go to the library website to check. I just checked the site this morning so I'm not quite sure what is up. And I see that I do indeed have an item available. Oops, I guess I didn't suspend the hold.
As soon as the library automated system finishes leaving their message, my cell phone rings. That was a weird coincidence. So when I see that it's D, I pick up. The first thing he says is that the house phone didn't ring. I explain what happened.
Then he goes onto vent his frustration with the pediatrician's office and insurance. We go back and forth discussing what constitutes a well visit and what M's first visit to the pediatrician should be considered.
Then D asks if I got his text. Um, no? Especially since I'm not very good at keeping track of my phone. I look over at the kitchen where it might possibly be. I look around the laptop.
Me: Nope, I don't see the phone. Can't check the text.
D: Ummm... you're on the phone. (chuckling)
Me: Oh, that's why I can't see the phone!
Duh! See what lack of sleep and food will do to you!
Living, Loving, Laughing, Learning
"He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much." —Bessie Anderson Stanley
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Friday, December 3, 2010
Whose ears?
Shopping at Target
T spots Qtips and asks: Mommy do you use qtips like Daddy does to clean his ears?
Me: No, my ears are different. You (meaning all three boys) have Daddy's ears and will need them.
T: Me and L have Daddy's ears. Z has your ears.
Me: Huh?
T: Z has your ears. He listens to you.
I had to try very hard to keep a straight face!
T spots Qtips and asks: Mommy do you use qtips like Daddy does to clean his ears?
Me: No, my ears are different. You (meaning all three boys) have Daddy's ears and will need them.
T: Me and L have Daddy's ears. Z has your ears.
Me: Huh?
T: Z has your ears. He listens to you.
I had to try very hard to keep a straight face!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The results of Project No Yell
So I lasted a week. But not without much frustrations. But I was able to control myself and keep from yelling. I was hoping since I made it a week with no yelling that I could last much longer. No such luck. These past two days have been pretty bad. Between L & J, frustrations are at a high point, so unfortunately I resorted to yelling.
Yesterday it took Z over an hour to eat a waffle! Yes, one waffle. And that's after constant harassment by myself and his brothers and even a timeout. Now I normally do not force them to eat except Z is constantly stealing snacks from the diaper bag when I've given him 'real' food. All I wanted to do was leave to house to get some much needed necessities, like diapers!
And L has been a major source of frustration! He talks nonstop on a regular basis. We cannot get him to stop even when he is repeatedly told to stop talking. So when I ask him something and expect him to answer, it is beyond frustrating when he doesn't say anything!
Yesterday it took Z over an hour to eat a waffle! Yes, one waffle. And that's after constant harassment by myself and his brothers and even a timeout. Now I normally do not force them to eat except Z is constantly stealing snacks from the diaper bag when I've given him 'real' food. All I wanted to do was leave to house to get some much needed necessities, like diapers!
And L has been a major source of frustration! He talks nonstop on a regular basis. We cannot get him to stop even when he is repeatedly told to stop talking. So when I ask him something and expect him to answer, it is beyond frustrating when he doesn't say anything!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Soooo....
Today is Day 3 of Project No Yell. Has there been trying moments? Yes! Have I raised my voice? Yes, I have. But I can explain. Yesterday, Z was sitting on a dining room chair with a crayon in one visible hand. I saw him vigorously moving his other hand on the seat. Naturally I assumed his other hand also held a crayon and that was drawing on our dining room chair. So I jumped out of my seat and shouted "Z!" And nothing else. I made my way around to the other side of the dining room table and find him with his new discovery. Z has found out that if he rubs with his fingers,the seat which is made of microfiber, will leave lines. I almost had a heart attack when I taught he was coloring the chair. I had other moments of frustration with L and T yesterday but I didn't yell. I sent them to time outs and spoke sternly but I never yelled. And this was even on a day that D was coming home late, so I had the kids all on my own all day with no reprieve. Quite an accomplishment, in my book.
Today has been going as well as can be, too. Again I did raise my voice once. This time was for a warning of danger. Our refrigerator had conked out and we had a repairman come. Z in all his curiosity wanted to see the man who was going in and out of the house with his tools. When the man had stepped outside, Z wanted to watch from the sofa. Unfortunately he wanted to teeter his body over the back of the sofa. This would not be a good thing because if he lost his balance and the top half of his body were to flip over, he could very well flip over the rail and down the stairs. So again, I shouted "Z!" to get his attention. The rest of the frustrations had to do with L who chooses not to listen when I am explaining his lessons. I was very annoyed but I got through it with a stern talking to again. But making sure that I did not lose my temper and start my usual yelling, which is something I can easily do. I think it does help that we are taking it easy this week workwise. It may be more difficult next week when we get back to our regular school schedule. But one day at a time. One day at a time...
Today has been going as well as can be, too. Again I did raise my voice once. This time was for a warning of danger. Our refrigerator had conked out and we had a repairman come. Z in all his curiosity wanted to see the man who was going in and out of the house with his tools. When the man had stepped outside, Z wanted to watch from the sofa. Unfortunately he wanted to teeter his body over the back of the sofa. This would not be a good thing because if he lost his balance and the top half of his body were to flip over, he could very well flip over the rail and down the stairs. So again, I shouted "Z!" to get his attention. The rest of the frustrations had to do with L who chooses not to listen when I am explaining his lessons. I was very annoyed but I got through it with a stern talking to again. But making sure that I did not lose my temper and start my usual yelling, which is something I can easily do. I think it does help that we are taking it easy this week workwise. It may be more difficult next week when we get back to our regular school schedule. But one day at a time. One day at a time...
Monday, November 1, 2010
Project No Yell
Could You Go a Week Without Yelling at Your Kids?
It is so sad to say that when this question was first posed on a site I frequent, my immediate thought was 'heck no!' Believe me, I try. I try and try and try. Many a night, I go to bed thinking I am such a horrible mom and how abusive I am to my kids. I vow to not yell and not get so upset and frustrated with my kids the next day. Needless to say, I break my own vows each day. Sometimes even before I see them when they are yelling and being loud in the morning and therefore waking up their little brother. So I start off the day yelling. It's horrible.
I read the article, Could You Go a Week Without Yelling at Your Kids?, and was quite amused. I totally knew how the mom felt and what she went through on a daily basis.
But just because I understand and do the same, it doesn't make it right. I don't want my children's childhood memories to be of me yelling all the time. My husband has said on more than one occasion that he doesn't like me to yell (although he does more than his fair share!) because it reminds me of his own childhood. I do not want that for my children.
So here, yet again, I will try. I am not going to set out a goal for a week because that just seems so impossible. Although ultimately, the goal is for a lifetime. One day at a time is how I am going to approach it. I am fortunate that my children still tell me they love me and give me hugs and kisses at the end of the day that I do not demand or ask for. So I cannot be that horrible, but it is bad enough that I know better.
Today is a new day and day one. So far so good. I think it did help that the boys did wake up and play quietly instead of their usual loud ruckus in the morning. I have not raised my voice at all. Okay, I did have to raise my voice when I told them that they needed to clean up and that lunch was almost ready. In my defense, they were downstairs in the playroom while I was upstairs in the kitchen. The only way of getting out of raising my voice was to physically go downstairs and tell them the same thing. Not happening with my pregnant self and besides, I was in the middle of making lunch.
There was a bit of fighting in the morning between L and Z. I did not get involved until it sounded like it went on a little bit too long and I heard that L stepped on Z. I went to the living room to see what was going on and reprimanded L in a calm voice - yay me! Only when he was poking Z with his light saber did I just step over to take away the toy to put into a time out. L started with his crying but I did not get upset or annoyed and repeated what he had done wrong.
There was a repeat between L and Z a little bit later because Z decided to take discipline into his own hands and hit L with a water bottle. I kept out of it again until it sounded like the situation was not going to be resolved. I again stepped in and took the water bottles away from Z. And that was the extent of it. A little bit of crying on Z's part but no yelling from me.
So it's now mid-afternoon and it's looking good. One day at a time. One day at a time.
It is so sad to say that when this question was first posed on a site I frequent, my immediate thought was 'heck no!' Believe me, I try. I try and try and try. Many a night, I go to bed thinking I am such a horrible mom and how abusive I am to my kids. I vow to not yell and not get so upset and frustrated with my kids the next day. Needless to say, I break my own vows each day. Sometimes even before I see them when they are yelling and being loud in the morning and therefore waking up their little brother. So I start off the day yelling. It's horrible.
I read the article, Could You Go a Week Without Yelling at Your Kids?, and was quite amused. I totally knew how the mom felt and what she went through on a daily basis.
But just because I understand and do the same, it doesn't make it right. I don't want my children's childhood memories to be of me yelling all the time. My husband has said on more than one occasion that he doesn't like me to yell (although he does more than his fair share!) because it reminds me of his own childhood. I do not want that for my children.
So here, yet again, I will try. I am not going to set out a goal for a week because that just seems so impossible. Although ultimately, the goal is for a lifetime. One day at a time is how I am going to approach it. I am fortunate that my children still tell me they love me and give me hugs and kisses at the end of the day that I do not demand or ask for. So I cannot be that horrible, but it is bad enough that I know better.
Today is a new day and day one. So far so good. I think it did help that the boys did wake up and play quietly instead of their usual loud ruckus in the morning. I have not raised my voice at all. Okay, I did have to raise my voice when I told them that they needed to clean up and that lunch was almost ready. In my defense, they were downstairs in the playroom while I was upstairs in the kitchen. The only way of getting out of raising my voice was to physically go downstairs and tell them the same thing. Not happening with my pregnant self and besides, I was in the middle of making lunch.
There was a bit of fighting in the morning between L and Z. I did not get involved until it sounded like it went on a little bit too long and I heard that L stepped on Z. I went to the living room to see what was going on and reprimanded L in a calm voice - yay me! Only when he was poking Z with his light saber did I just step over to take away the toy to put into a time out. L started with his crying but I did not get upset or annoyed and repeated what he had done wrong.
There was a repeat between L and Z a little bit later because Z decided to take discipline into his own hands and hit L with a water bottle. I kept out of it again until it sounded like the situation was not going to be resolved. I again stepped in and took the water bottles away from Z. And that was the extent of it. A little bit of crying on Z's part but no yelling from me.
So it's now mid-afternoon and it's looking good. One day at a time. One day at a time.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Glucose Follow Up
I just realized that I never posted an update. The 3 hr was not as dreadful as the first time. I had a plan of attack. D was going to work from home that day and take care of the kids and their homeschooling. He was going to drop me off bright and early in the morning as I was afraid of what condition I might be in at the end of the test and not be able to drive home.
Anyway, as I was saying about my plan of attack - I had my Better Homes and Gardens bag packed and ready the night before. I had two books. Not one but two in case I finished one - hey 3 hours is a long time! Plus I had intentionally packed two fluff books that are light hearted and funny, to hopefully keep my interest and more importantly keep me awake! I brought Sizzling Sixteen by Janet Evanovich and Crazy for You by Jennifer Weiner. I decided to skip bringing my current book, The Passage by Justin Cronin. Even though it was an interesting book, I was afraid it wouldn't be captivating enough plus, it made me think and I knew I would be in no mood to think. And in case the fluff books were not light enough, I also brought 2 Parents magazines just in case to browse through! I also brought my knitting, file folder games to color and cut, coupons to clip and a CD player with True Colors by Kristin Hannah - the only book on CD I had. And some candy to munch on for when I was waiting for D to show up. I felt I was more than prepared. And the bag was sooo heavy!
Well I was already stressed in the morning because the boys wouldn't move it. All they needed to do was pee and get into the car. They didn't even need to change but of course someone had to be problematic. So I was stressing about getting there on time. The sooner I got there, the sooner the test would be over and the sooner I could eat! Yes, I already told D that I wanted a Burger King Whopper as soon as I was done!
It was very crowded when I got to the Quest lab, so I couldn't spread out in comfort like last time. I was called in quickly because apparently many of the people there, mostly seniors, did not have appointments. I got my first blood draw then had the lovely lime drink. It was quite nauseating.
I started reading Sizzling Sixteen but it was just not cutting it. I was sitting next to someone, so my comfort level was not there. And my eyes were starting to glaze over. So less than 20 minutes into reading, I gave up on the book. I broke out CD player, True Colors and my knitting. That was so much better. I wasn't looking at words so it was less taxing on my eyes and I was still able be engaged in a story and not be bored. And I think what was really important was that my hands were busy too. I know I brought cross stitch last time, but cross stitch is so much more precise and tiny that it required much more concentration than I had. Knitting was so much easier. Then before I knew it, it was time for the next blood draw.
For the next hour, I decided to change it up. And I found a new seat with more room after I wasted a little bit more time by using the bathroom. I kept on listening to True Colors but this time I cut out parts for my file folders. I keep putting those off, so it was the perfect time to do this. I was trapped with nowhere to go and nothing to do, so I might as well work on the file folders. I don't know how it took me an hour. But thankfully, it did.
For the last hour, I found yet another seat. This one wasn't as comfortable as the last but at least I wasn't sitting beside anyone. I switched to sorting coupons and pulling out my expired coupons from my coupon folder - a task that was long overdue. Then I started cutting coupons. And before I knew it, it was time for the last blood draw. Oh, and all the while, throughout the three hours, I would periodically text D and keep him updated as to my progress and when I could leave. I didn't want to have to stay at the lab any longer than I had to and prolong my access to food!
The phlebotomist said it could take 2 to 3 business days to get results. It was going to be an agonizing wait. I figured I would give the doctor's office until Friday to give me a call. Friday came and went and no call. I supposed I should have assumed that I passed but I wanted to call to make sure. But at the same time, I was nervous about calling. Saturday came and went. Monday came and went. I rationalized to myself that I had an appointment on Wednesday so I could just wait another day.
Dr W gave me the great news. Yes, I did pass. Whew! What a relief! She said I could eat again. I kept quiet about the fact that I was already eating. Shhhhh!
Anyway, as I was saying about my plan of attack - I had my Better Homes and Gardens bag packed and ready the night before. I had two books. Not one but two in case I finished one - hey 3 hours is a long time! Plus I had intentionally packed two fluff books that are light hearted and funny, to hopefully keep my interest and more importantly keep me awake! I brought Sizzling Sixteen by Janet Evanovich and Crazy for You by Jennifer Weiner. I decided to skip bringing my current book, The Passage by Justin Cronin. Even though it was an interesting book, I was afraid it wouldn't be captivating enough plus, it made me think and I knew I would be in no mood to think. And in case the fluff books were not light enough, I also brought 2 Parents magazines just in case to browse through! I also brought my knitting, file folder games to color and cut, coupons to clip and a CD player with True Colors by Kristin Hannah - the only book on CD I had. And some candy to munch on for when I was waiting for D to show up. I felt I was more than prepared. And the bag was sooo heavy!
Well I was already stressed in the morning because the boys wouldn't move it. All they needed to do was pee and get into the car. They didn't even need to change but of course someone had to be problematic. So I was stressing about getting there on time. The sooner I got there, the sooner the test would be over and the sooner I could eat! Yes, I already told D that I wanted a Burger King Whopper as soon as I was done!
It was very crowded when I got to the Quest lab, so I couldn't spread out in comfort like last time. I was called in quickly because apparently many of the people there, mostly seniors, did not have appointments. I got my first blood draw then had the lovely lime drink. It was quite nauseating.
I started reading Sizzling Sixteen but it was just not cutting it. I was sitting next to someone, so my comfort level was not there. And my eyes were starting to glaze over. So less than 20 minutes into reading, I gave up on the book. I broke out CD player, True Colors and my knitting. That was so much better. I wasn't looking at words so it was less taxing on my eyes and I was still able be engaged in a story and not be bored. And I think what was really important was that my hands were busy too. I know I brought cross stitch last time, but cross stitch is so much more precise and tiny that it required much more concentration than I had. Knitting was so much easier. Then before I knew it, it was time for the next blood draw.
For the next hour, I decided to change it up. And I found a new seat with more room after I wasted a little bit more time by using the bathroom. I kept on listening to True Colors but this time I cut out parts for my file folders. I keep putting those off, so it was the perfect time to do this. I was trapped with nowhere to go and nothing to do, so I might as well work on the file folders. I don't know how it took me an hour. But thankfully, it did.
For the last hour, I found yet another seat. This one wasn't as comfortable as the last but at least I wasn't sitting beside anyone. I switched to sorting coupons and pulling out my expired coupons from my coupon folder - a task that was long overdue. Then I started cutting coupons. And before I knew it, it was time for the last blood draw. Oh, and all the while, throughout the three hours, I would periodically text D and keep him updated as to my progress and when I could leave. I didn't want to have to stay at the lab any longer than I had to and prolong my access to food!
The phlebotomist said it could take 2 to 3 business days to get results. It was going to be an agonizing wait. I figured I would give the doctor's office until Friday to give me a call. Friday came and went and no call. I supposed I should have assumed that I passed but I wanted to call to make sure. But at the same time, I was nervous about calling. Saturday came and went. Monday came and went. I rationalized to myself that I had an appointment on Wednesday so I could just wait another day.
Dr W gave me the great news. Yes, I did pass. Whew! What a relief! She said I could eat again. I kept quiet about the fact that I was already eating. Shhhhh!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Smile.ly—Be Heard. Be Happy.
Just joined this cool new site that gives you free products to try out! Yep, free products. I just signed up a few minutes ago and I already have a mission. I'm going to be sent Twinings Chai tea to sample. Not just one measly tea bag but a box of ten. Can't wait to try it. I love tea and have heard of chai but am too cheap to buy it. Now I'm going to get to try it out for free! Can't beat that.
You can check them out here: Smile.ly—Be Heard. Be Happy.
You can check them out here: Smile.ly—Be Heard. Be Happy.
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