Wind

Posted on February 27, 2009

Body Art

Posted on February 26, 2009

Sick day.

Posted on February 19, 2009

Okay, so most people when they are stuck at home with their sick kid do…well, honestly, I don’t know what they do.  But, here is what we did:

1)  We had already started studying the theme of “Spring”:  So, Chloe and I made a garden on the wall using “wall stickers” from the dollar spot.  We also reviewed our colors and bugs from previous themes.

2) Then, we made a sun to bring sunlight to our gardent using construction paper, discussing the colors “red” and “yellow” and the shapes “circle” and “triangle.”

3)  Then we read the book

and made clouds using white tempura paint on a spoon and blue construction paper.  After we put the paint on the paper, we folded it in half, then cut the cloud shapes.

4) then we read:

and made a rainbow to go with our “Spring Garden.”

5) Last, but not least, we played dress up, and danced to “They Might Be Giants Sing ABC’s”

What?  What do you do on a sick day?

The hits just keep on coming…

Posted on February 18, 2009

The one where I feel sorry for myself.

Posted on February 17, 2009

I am pissed.

And, I have no where to direct this anger, because it’s NOBODY’S fault.  And yet, I feel betrayed, frustrated, and generally angry.

And, yes, this is in regards to my back.

I finally sucked it up, and called the doc to get the magical shot that is going to make all of this go away.  Three complications:

1)  They (of course) don’t take my insurance.

2)  They can’t see me until April, and that is just for the consult.  Then, when I actually get the shot, I have to have somebody with me because, apparently, I will be sedated.

3)  If I happen to get pregnant (and yes, we’ve talked about trying for #2) I can’t get the shot anyway.

I just can’t seem to win.

None of this was supposed to happen.

When I had the original surgery, it was supposed  to “fix” whatever was wrong with me.  And, yeah, things could be worse.  But, seriously!  Nobody ever said anything about the long term.  Nobody discussed with me the idea of arthritis and more surgery.  I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FIXED.  And I am not.  And it sucks.

And I don’t want to deal with it.  I just want to pretend that none of this is happening and go about my life as if I didn’t know.  But I do.  And it’s only going to get worse.  And that sucks.

But, I can’t let it dissuade me from living my life.  I know what I want, and I can’t let this get in the way.  The reality is:  If I decide to take the “suck it up” approach to back pain.  Then I actually have to do just that, suck it up.  And, most days I can do that.  But there are days.  Oh, there are days.  I can’t stand for more then 15 minutes, can’t sit for more than 30, can’t lie down in ANY position and fall asleep.  I can’t pick up my child.  I can’t pick up my child’s toys.  Just thinking about it makes me shake my head.

But, this is my reality, and I cannot escape it.

And, apparently, I can’t change it any time soon.

So, that leaves me with what?  Sucking it up, and feeling sorry for myself.  Sigh.  I hate this.

The aftermath

Posted on February 13, 2009

What happens when you have ten 2 (almost 3) year-olds, three babies, and a room full of toys:

Utter Chaos! And a whole lot of fun.

You should see my kitchen.