Foto Friday

Trick or Treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!

Tweedle P locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out because, as the last minute, she decided she wanted be a pink poodle and not a dalmation.

Kendall came to trick or treat with us too.

Dash!

Dash and a seriously pissed off dalmation.

But she does love to shake her butt!

Time has told....

And Raoul has the flu. If you read my post yesterday, you know it was a toss up between upset stomach because he ate his lunch after leaving it the car all day (hey, I never said I married a rocket scientist) or flu. I was leaning toward flu because the kids were sick and it just made sense. Raoul was leaning toward old lunch because he was in complete denial that he was getting sick. It is the Buck's season opener this weekend and he is very busy because of it and doesn't really have time to get sick.

But, after he spent last night praying to the porcelain god, I decided... I WAS TOTALLY RIGHT! Okay, I know I shouldn't be wallowing in his misery but come on...I WAS RIGHT!

He is in the shower right now which tells me is going to attempt to go to work. He is one of those people who believes there is no illness short of cancer or death that should keep him from work. Yup, he is the asshole that goes to work when he is sick and gets everyone else sick. If he has decided he is going to work I will just have to break out the old hand cuffs and chain him to the bed. Too bad he is sick.....

Somebody please kill me

My life has been a flowing river of puke, diarrhea, butt rashes, fevers, arguments, and poorly performing employees since last week Saturday and I am so ready for it to be over. Here is a recap:

Friday night/Saturday morning: P starts throwing up all over the place. P has started a funny thing of crying out in agony just before throwing which is lovely because first I am scared out of a sound sleep and then I get to listen to her throw up...in her bed...at 2am...and 3am...and 3:30am...and 4am....and 5am.

Saturday: Ah the fun continues only this time it is coming out the other end. By 5pm P has gone to the bathroom so many time she has a terrible rash on her butt which requires diaper rash cream to help soothe the pain. So, she would scream in agony as she was pooping and then yell she was ready for her butt cream....every 25 minutes.

Sunday: No poop! No vomit! Yeah, the worst is over!

Monday: Still no poop or vomit! We are in the clear.

Monday night: "Mommy, I pooped in my undies and I need more cream for my butt." Seriously, why must the universe screw with me?

Early Tuesday morning: The vomiting begins again. What the hell kind of sick joke is this? She is fine for two days and then gets sick again? The universe can kiss my ass.

Tuesday morning:

Me: P is sick and needs to stay home today.

Raoul: I think she is fine. She can go to school.

Me: She is throwing up!

Him: It is just drainage because of her cold.

Me: Explain the diarrhea....

Him: She is fine!

Me: Home!

Him: School!

And the morning ended with me slamming the door and leaving the house without kisses or hugs. She stayed home from school.

Early Wednesday morning: The sound of puke hitting the wood floor fills our bedroom. Only this time it is C.

Wednesday: C is so sick he can't hold down water and his fever is 103 degrees. What do you do with a kids who can't hold down meds and whose sister has a history of febrile seizures...SUPPOSITORIES!!!! Yeah C! Yeah Me! Fuck you Universe!

Wednesday night: Raoul is feeling a bit sick. Is it the lunch he left sitting in his car but ate anyway or is it the flu...only time will tell.

Thursday: I am at work. I am afraid to call Raoul to see how he is feeling and I am afraid to call daycare to see how C is feeling. I have a meeting in 10 minutes with someone who is not performing up to par and I have to discuss an improvement plan with him. He has 2 weeks to turn it around. I hate these meetings.

I wonder what else will happen this week? Maybe I will get sick just before the family gathering on Sunday. The gathering that is the last chance to see my grandparents before they leave for AZ until April. What else will happen? I just know that damn universe is waiting in the shadows...just waiting to screw with me a little more.

This pisses me off

I can't stand this kind of reporting. It makes egg donors out to be money hungry women with no heart. Especially when the 26 year old with 5 kids says the egg donation process is tedious and, if it were not for the money, she would not do it. She is on her third cycle and, according to GMA, she has made a "small fortune". I have seen more and more articles and "news stories" about donation and it makes me mad every time I watch or read something about it. The reports are so biased and lack any kind of research. It just pisses me off.

And, while we are at it, this pisses me off too.

Thanks for the heads up Mere. I appreciate it.

Foto Friday

I wasn't going to do a Foto Friday this week because I already posted twice today and I posted quite a few other pictures this week (because my life is terribly boring and I had nothing exciting to post about) but I missed it last Friday so...here you go. More pictures.Daddy's little packer fan
"Mommy, take my picture with this flower!"
Posing in front of Grandpa's chainsaw carvings
Fun with worms!


Posing on Grandpa's tractor.

The inner workings of C's mind

Me (picking C up from daycare): Hi baby! How was your day?

C: Fine

(pause while I buckle C into the car)

Me: Did you have a good day at Bonnie's?

C: Nope. I didn't go to Bonnie's.

Me: Where did you go?

C: To work.

Me: Oh. And what did you do at work?

C: I set things on fire.

Me: Really? And you get paid to do that?

C: Yup, they pay me. I set my jacket on fire.

Me: Oh no, that was a new jacket. Did you burn it very badly?

C: No, just a little.

Me: Oh good. I am glad to hear that.

Then I thought about it for a minute and remembered our dinner conversation on Wednesday. Raoul set his jacket fire at work on Wednesday...on accident of course. So, now C thinks Daddy starts fires for a living. It is amazing how the 4 year old works.

Conversation around the breakfast table

P: My tummy hurts

C: Maybe you have to poop

P: I do not have to poop

C: But that is the trick, you have to poop

P: C, stop it. Girls don't poop.

C: Yes they do. That is the trick. Just go poop.

P: Fine! I will try. Jeez C.

Tweedle P stomps off to the bathroom and closes the door. Raoul checks on her 5 minutes later and she proclaims it will be awhile. Ten minutes after that the toilet flushes.

C (after hearing the toilet flush): Yeah! Good job P. That did the trick.