I'm only 39 and 1/2!!!!!

I am falling apart......

Last week at my physical, I happened to casually mention to my doctor that for the last few months I have been experiencing heart palpitations during insignificant times, 3 or 4 times a month. She suggested that I see a cardiologist, who almost guaranteed me that I was in no danger, but to rule any possibility out, I have to wear a mini EKG and hit the record button when I have an episode. This little gadget with 4 wires attached to stickers stuck to my skin will be accompanying me for 30 days, all day long.

Saturday, while running around like a mad woman getting ready for the Homecoming dance, I started getting a tooth ache. Of course I ignored it because I had too much drama to deal with. Sunday the ache turned into a throb. Monday I was ready to die, and by Tuesday I wanted to chop my own head off just to end the pain. Somehow I developed an infection in my tooth and the gum surrounding it. Today I had the tooth pulled, which was a lovely experience that I do not wish to have again anytime soon.

Sunday, while loading my groceries into the car, I pulled my back out lifting a 40 pound bag of salt out of the cart to put into my car.

Picture this: (If you need to close your eyes to get the full effect, feel free) I am walking around with wires hanging off my body, hunched over with one hand on my back, and holding my cheek with the other hand, which by the way, is getting puffier by the minute. I look like a science experiment gone awry.

Just try to throw one more thing my way........

Homecoming 2009

Taylor looked beautiful, I think she had a good time, and I am very thankful that the weekend is behind me for an entire year. In order to protect the innocent, that is all I will say about the weekend.

I'm Having a Bad Day...Or Two

It all started yesterday morning when I went for a physical and the doctor talked me into getting a flu shot and updating my Tetanus booster. I have never had a flu shot before, but not because I am opposed to them. I have just never felt the urge to drive to some walk-in clinic and stand in line behind 20 grumpy old men and women with my screaming kids. But as luck should have it, this year, my physical was scheduled in the fall. The shot was so easy that I didn't even feel the needle go into my arm. Fantastic, I thought. It was piece of cake, and now I don't have to worry about the flu all winter. My house simply cannot run when I am sick, and I was probably gambling by not getting the shot these last few years.

When the kids got home from school, my very rough 13 year old grabbed me by the arms and shook me. The muscles in my arms hurt so bad I couldn't believe it. They never stopped aching for the rest of the night. Every time I rolled over at night I woke up because my arms hurt so bad. That can't be normal, can it? Or maybe that's why my kids are so crabby after they come home from the doctor.

Against my better judgment, I took the entire brood to the mall to find a Homecoming dress for Taylor. After 3 hours of trying on 20 dresses, arguing with Taylor, and chasing after Nicholas, we found a dress. On the way out of Dillards, while arguing about why I will not buy a pair of $90 shoes, I am told that the dress we just purchased at the other store is not the favorite. Well the return policy at that particular store is 14 days, with a receipt, and merchandise credit only. No refunds. Guess what toots, you're wearing that darn dress!

On to Today.....I was running late to get to storytime at the library and we walked out without our stuffed animals that we needed for an activity. So of course, the librarian brought extra animals for all the loser moms who forgot theirs. While singing a song, I notice the librarian looking at Nicholas. I glance over at him and he has the entire face of his BORROWED Beanie Baby Dog in his slobbery mouth! I snatched it away so fast and tried to rub the spit off as best I could.

After story time was over, Isabella wanted to borrow some new books. Like some kind of free-for-all, the two of them started ripping books off the shelf faster than I can review them to see if they were worth borrowing. My usual rules for borrowing books are: Nicholas has to be strapped in the stroller (didn't have it today); I need my book bag (didn't have that either) and I take the books off the shelves. (Their rule is: if tweedle dee does it, than so does tweedle dum).

I grabbed 5 books and stood in line behind 4 other people while wrestling with Nicholas to stay in my arms. On the way to the car, I dropped every book in the wet parking lot.

Shortly after we got home, Nicholas found a container of McDonald's honey mustard sauce, poked his finger through the top and dumped it all over my carpet.

I am not leaving my house for the rest of the day, and I am going to try to keep from getting hog tied and gagged by my own kids.