This seasons crude.....

In as much as I love this time of year I hate it. All the children are sick and now the litte petri dishes have passed it off to me.

Of course it is viral and not bacterial. Which makes it "JUST TOUGH IT OUT YOU BIG BABY!" kinda thing. First off the oldest man-boy gets strep. Then number one daughter gets laryngitis.

Then youngest son and youngest nephew get colds. Youngest nephews turns into sinus infection. Oh my word....I have never seen so much green stuff ooze out of a small child.

So much so between the two steady streams from his nose and his eyes I would swear and alien is trying to escape. Since escape in that venue was not working out. Friday morning the poor guy starts vomitting and having diarrhea. Three loads of laundry by high noon.

It is now Monday and we are switching antibiotics because according to the doctor he should have been getting better not trying to expell the alien within.

Word to the wise the petri dishes expell germs faster than you can clean them with rubber gloves and disinfectant.

Okay then.......

My youngest son never ceases to amaze me. Truth be told they all never cease to amaze me at sometime or another. But this past weekend took the cake.

I am not sure what I was doing. But I was seeing kids off for visit or something. Anyway I came back into the house. My daugther was freaking out because her brother was in the kitchen. Whatever he was doing he was not letting her in on it.

So the ever involved mother that I am. I am like what's going on? Immeadiately my daughter is telling me her brother is in the kitchen and he wont't tell her anything so on and so forth.

My son comes out and sits on the couch, when I proceed to ask him what's up? He informs me that he has cut his finger. Oh? Okay. How did you do that. My son went on to say that he did it while he was in the shower.

Now I am really confused. So I am like explain to me how you cut your finger in the shower. Keep in mind he is thirteen and has went kicking and screaming into puberty.

His response, "on the razor in the shower." Mind you the the razors in the shower belong to my daughter and myself. I look at him and state, "you aren't shaving your face are you?" Because those are not the razors to be using.

He looks and me and as serious as can be says,"no I shaved my legs." Okay then.... hmmm... son of mine only girls shave their legs. To which he tells me I don't care and I will continue to do so. He stood firm even when I told him that it would grow back longer and thicker.

No more worries about him being his own person.

Friday craziness......just keeps going

I am hoping that your Friday in blogger land was better than mine. First off the carpet cleaners came earlier than expected. Oldest son came down with strep as well as one my of daycare girls.

Then there was the unexpected dog sitting. So I managed to get all off to school. Carpet cleaned and hit the road running. I went and let the dog out so he could run around the yard. Left there and took oldest son to the doctor. Then to the pharamacy and home for a few.

School was out so I took my one daycare child with me to collect the middle school children. There was six in all in my vehicle. Mind you little missy doesn't have shoes on. Thinking that we would be right back, no need and it was a nice day.

So I decided since I am out I will pick up the prescription and then home. As we are pulling into the pharmacy parking lot we hear a loud pop. You guessed it. My tire blew. So I run in a get the prescription and see if they have flip flops for missy. Of course not. If I didn't want them they would be everywhere. No cell phone call anyone. Of course all I know are at work.

So I tell the children we are having an adventure. They pair up and off we go. That was a site to see. I am sure onlookers thought I was mother hubbard.
Five girls, one boy of different ethnic backgrounds. The trick was to survive crossing one of the busier intersections in our town.

The children found great pleasure in the fact that I was telling them to run,get to the other side and save themselves. This mother hubbard is overweight and forty something and the light is not long enough to cross seven lanes of traffic. Should have had a video camera. Running was not an option nor would have been a pretty picture.

So we get home where I commence to make phone calls about my vehicle. I call the tow company and since the blow out is on the back tire they tow it on a flat bed to the tire store of my choice. So I have it towed to a store that assures me they have five in stock. So we get there and they only have two and are getting ready to close but will take care of it first thing in the morning.

I go home and continue putting my house back together from the carpet cleaning. Mind you I am going on two hours sleep since I worked late Thursday night. I get the kids off to bed and head back to work. Did I forget to mention I picked up extra hours at the request of my job. I know the traffic should have put me out of my misery.

Saturday we go get the vehicle and take it to another store who assures me they have thirteen of these tires in question and will have no problem getting those changed for me. Should take about an hour an half before they can get to it.

Later that afternoon I call and ask if the car is ready. I have my daughter take me over. Go in the store pay for the tires get my keys and head out to get my vehicle. As I am walking up to it something is just not right. I notice the front tires have not been changed. I turn around, walk back in to the store, and explain to the guy the front tires are still the old ones.

By this point I am thinking to myself, or one better. I said to the guy please don't tell my you changed my new back tires for two more new back tires and couldn't tell your were changing out new tires. He assured that was not what happened.

After explaining that my ride had somewhere to be so I am gonna have to leave not to mention the fact, I have a child with me that will level the store prevents me from waiting. He calls all hands on deck and promises to have it done in fifteen minutes.

I swear the whole garage came out to apologize. The manager gave me a free oil change for my inconvience. Believe me after Friday rolling into Saturday I did not think anything could top that day......

But that is another blog for another day....

HoRmOnEs......translation WhOrEmOaNs

I am not sure what it going on here but let me tell you. I think I am finding out what it is like to be a man. Let me clarify. All I think about is sex,sex,sex and more sex.

Okay fine not every waking minute because I have a house full of children. But when I am not dealing with children issues or working that is foremost on my mind. I am a forty something female and a more than healthy libio has kicked into high gear.

Will I act on these rampant emotions....probably not. But let me tell you, men in uniform just do it for me. Police men are at the top of my list. Must be that gun belt that gives them so much macho it just ooozes from their being. Then it would be service men. Especially the flight suits the Airforce guys wear.

I suppose my new found book interest in not helping this at all. I have started reading the Stephanie Plum Novels in which the main character is a bond enforcement agent. Working with no one but two very sexy men. One is of course a police officer and the other is a bounty hunter.

I was thinking of a career change....

Princess vs Tomboy

Her father called me today and asked what happened to his tomboy. I told him she met boys.

My daughter's father recently purchased some atv's thinking it would be good way to spend some quality family time. When she was little he would ride her on his motorcycle right up front. They went camping, fishing and boating together.

Well now she is older and thinking about other things. Just graduated college, working and of course friends. She still does things with Dad just not as much. That time we all dread when life takes over. Last week she helped him lay a concrete slab.

Came home all tussled and said that was hard work. On Saturday they took the atv's out. A few hours later my phone was ringing and it was her Dad. I knew something had to have happened. Many years of Mom experience let me keep my cool.

So I asked is she alright. He was like what. I said obviously she has been hurt as you are calling. He assured me that it was not too bad as she was able to drive and she was on her way. I hung up called and checked on her and said I would see her when she got home.

Guilt sets in and he is calling again. I told him that I had talked to her and would check her out and let him know if I was going to sue him for damages. Thus followed by laughter between us and he wondering about his tomboy.

Needless to say she was bruised and scrapped on her elbow. I told her the next day is when she would feel turning over the atv. She woke up with a bump on her forehead and had pains in her chest and side of her body that hit the ground.

I told her that is it she is not going anymore and she needed to let her Dad. The helmet she had on must of caused the bruising on her forehead. Later in the day we had a good laugh about her reporting her injuries to her Dad. He said let me guess, your Mom said you can't go again. Huh?

Yeah, yeah whatever he said. That is until the next time we go.