Cinderella has a cold. I let her stay home from church on Sunday, but told her she could not miss any school, so must rest and get better. Buck up and take it like a (wo)man. On Monday morning, she got up early to shower and begged me to take her to the doctor at the QuickClinic. "Please," she said, "It won't take very long, and I just don't think I can face gym class feeling this dizzy and with my ears hurting this much."
I figured she was serious. I begrudgingly took her to the doctor, and said, "Can you check her ears? She says they hurt, but I think she's fine. She needs some Sudafed and Tylenol, and a big glass of orange juice." The doctor looked in her ears and said, "Um, ouch! Really bad."
Whoops.
She stayed home from school yesterday and nursed her double ear infection. I nursed my failing Mother's Intuition.
This morning, she felt a lot better. At least I felt that she seemed like she felt a lot better. She felt well enough to tease her sister, whine about lunch options, and complain about boring Science classes. So, she's back to normal.
I think.
She's probably got pneumonia. :/
February 22, 2011
February 18, 2011
Eek
Cinderella had a book report to do on any 200 page book of her choice. The project was due on Thursday, so, naturally, she started reading the book on Tuesday. Well, she didn't actually start reading it then. She'd read it six times before, so she remembered it. The book was actually in her friend's locker, so she couldn't use it to look up some of the details she needed. So, naturally, on Wednesday, she left it in her friend's locker instead of bringing it home. Which led to a night of her scouring the internet and wondering if it really mattered whether Wesley's hair was brown or blond if it doesn't have anything to do with the story. (She thought it mattered. I did not.)
Snow White had a collage of "American Culture" due on Friday. Naturally, she began her collage at 8:00 on Thursday night. What's more American than baseball, Fourth of July and Uncle Sam? (She wondered. I did not.)
Sleeping Beauty had a history diorama due on Wednesday. Naturally...(you know what I am going to say, right?) Was Betsy Ross's hair blond or brown? (She needed to know. I did not.)
I think I may die early. (I worried. They did not.)
Snow White had a collage of "American Culture" due on Friday. Naturally, she began her collage at 8:00 on Thursday night. What's more American than baseball, Fourth of July and Uncle Sam? (She wondered. I did not.)
Sleeping Beauty had a history diorama due on Wednesday. Naturally...(you know what I am going to say, right?) Was Betsy Ross's hair blond or brown? (She needed to know. I did not.)
I think I may die early. (I worried. They did not.)
February 15, 2011
Just Some Thoughts
I have all of these thoughts swirling in my head that don't really go together, and I think I lack the energy and brain power to make them all somehow coordinate, so how about a list of random observations/ questions/ thoughts on life?
1. I don't really care much about Valentine's Day. Sure, I want King to tell me he loves me and all, but it sort of bugs me that just because someone picked this day to be about love, he should be expected to do something for me. I'd kill him if he spent big money on flowers when they are the most expensive. So, I was happy with my simple note and tiny box of mint chocolates. But, I was mostly thrilled to see how excited my girls were to get a note and candies from their daddy who loves them so much. He knows the way to my heart for sure...be a good dad. And, he's the very best at it. I think the girls thought he did well, considering he got three big hugs and kisses from girls who are less and less likely to spontaneously admit they like their parents.
2. Speaking of chocolate and mint, my new favorite hot chocolate is Target's Archer Farms Mint Hot Cocoa. Delicious. Dark chocolaty and minty and yummy, and pretty cheap, too.
3. Has anyone ever felt like time is moving so quickly and you just can't figure out how to slow it down? Cinderella registers for high school next week, and I can't believe it. I sat there listening to her weigh the pros and cons of Spanish versus French and Study Hall versus electives and I just couldn't believe that this young lady is my skinny, pig-tailed little girl. Wasn't that just yesterday? Seriously, where did the time go?!
4. The Lord is mindful of each of us. I hope you know that. For some reason, my whole headache situation has been more daunting in the last few weeks. I am not sure if they are actually worse, or if I am having a harder time handling them, or if pneumonia, a three week vacation, and a bad back have been too much on top of my normal bad, or if the realization that the medication I have been on for months is not really doing anything to improve my quality of life is sinking in, BUT we have seen so many tender mercies in the past weeks. Angels with meals and encouragement, and rides for the girls, and support for my dear husband. I know we have a loving Heavenly Father that knows us personally and loves us intensely. He is always there, and can help our hearts be purified in faith and uplifted.
5. When I stepped on the Wii Fit scale the other day, my trainer informed me that I had gained a couple of pounds. He encouraged me to pick the reason I may have gained these stray pounds. Curiously, I was not given the choice, "I mostly laid in bed for two weeks straight and ate a handful of chocolate chips every time I felt sorry for myself" :) so I picked, "Too much late night snacking" instead. I hope he doesn't know I lied, because I'd sure hate to ruin our professional relationship. We get on so well the few times a year we interact.
1. I don't really care much about Valentine's Day. Sure, I want King to tell me he loves me and all, but it sort of bugs me that just because someone picked this day to be about love, he should be expected to do something for me. I'd kill him if he spent big money on flowers when they are the most expensive. So, I was happy with my simple note and tiny box of mint chocolates. But, I was mostly thrilled to see how excited my girls were to get a note and candies from their daddy who loves them so much. He knows the way to my heart for sure...be a good dad. And, he's the very best at it. I think the girls thought he did well, considering he got three big hugs and kisses from girls who are less and less likely to spontaneously admit they like their parents.
2. Speaking of chocolate and mint, my new favorite hot chocolate is Target's Archer Farms Mint Hot Cocoa. Delicious. Dark chocolaty and minty and yummy, and pretty cheap, too.
3. Has anyone ever felt like time is moving so quickly and you just can't figure out how to slow it down? Cinderella registers for high school next week, and I can't believe it. I sat there listening to her weigh the pros and cons of Spanish versus French and Study Hall versus electives and I just couldn't believe that this young lady is my skinny, pig-tailed little girl. Wasn't that just yesterday? Seriously, where did the time go?!
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| October 2003 |
"...But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that the tender cmercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of ddeliverance." --1 Nephi 1:20
"But behold, all things have been done in the wisdom of him who aknoweth all things." --2 Nephi 2:244. There seems to me a direct correlation to my suggestion that one needs a shower and the realization by that same one that she may have homework she could get caught up on or ahead in. It happens so often, I am beginning to think that maybe she is making it up. I mean, how much can a sixth-grader do to get ahead when she already has straight A's? You don't think she's trying to avoid showering or anything? Would someone really do that?
5. When I stepped on the Wii Fit scale the other day, my trainer informed me that I had gained a couple of pounds. He encouraged me to pick the reason I may have gained these stray pounds. Curiously, I was not given the choice, "I mostly laid in bed for two weeks straight and ate a handful of chocolate chips every time I felt sorry for myself" :) so I picked, "Too much late night snacking" instead. I hope he doesn't know I lied, because I'd sure hate to ruin our professional relationship. We get on so well the few times a year we interact.
February 14, 2011
February 9, 2011
Fun Stuff
So, as you know, last week was the twins' birthday. And, as I was bending to take their cake out of the oven, I somehow twisted way wrong and, holy hot gravy on fresh biscuits!, I could not move. Lucky for me, I am practically a certified pharmacy with a slew of medications in my cupboard to try to help in "emergency migraine moments" (aka-I've had a bad migraine for days on end and I just might kill someone if I don't take some muscle relaxants and nausea medication and just knock myself out already). So, I made it through the birthday party with well-timed doses of pain killer and muscle relaxants.
But, by Saturday morning, when the thought of lifting my leg far enough to step into the shower sent me into fits of that ugly sobbing/trying to talk thing, King declared if I was not miraculously healed by Monday morning, I would be visiting the doctor. So I did.
And, it was super fun to tell the the six people that asked if I fell on the ice, or hurt my back while shoveling that, no, I did in fact have a birthday cake baking injury. I was tempted to say I was snow boarding, or something cool, but, as there are no hills around these parts...that just wouldn't have made sense. But the birthday cake thing may not have either, because I swear more than once, the people looked at me like I was out of my mind.
The doctor took some x-rays (which were fine-phew) and then prescribed me the same medications that I have been given before to try to "stop the "ON" migraine cycle" and I knew how they would make me feel. And how they would actually make my headaches worse, and not better. Which is why I called King and cried and made him talk me into actually picking up the medications, and then bought three doughnuts, because you never can go wrong with those, can you?
And for the last three days, I have been feeling pretty much how I thought I would feel:
Like a Jell-o Slug. With heartburn. And insomnia.
Yesterday, as I was trying to read with Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, I fell asleep 5 times in ten pages. They finally gave up reading with me and told me a synopsis of the chapter in the end. (Which actually didn't make a lot of sense, as we are reading A Wind in the Door, and I have no idea what an Echthroi that un-names things is? I'm not sure it was just the drugs.)
Although, then it was time to take the next kind of pill, and I could not keep my eyes open, but my mind refused to rest, and my heart was pounding and then I wondered if maybe one of those Echthroi things was actually living in me and un-naming all that is real and good in my life and replacing it with red Jell-o. Or biscuits and gravy. Or something.
Luckily, I start decreasing the dosages today, and I think I am having some moments of sanity (I am hoping this is one. If not, please disregard this post and come back next week). And I can actually move now without wanting to cry. So, that's super good. :)
And, in case you are wondering, I have no idea if the cake was worth it. I did not taste it. But, the girls loved it, so I am saying the injury was worth their joy. Plus, my doughnuts were delicious, and I certainly don't ever eat three doughnuts in one day without a very good reason.
But, by Saturday morning, when the thought of lifting my leg far enough to step into the shower sent me into fits of that ugly sobbing/trying to talk thing, King declared if I was not miraculously healed by Monday morning, I would be visiting the doctor. So I did.
And, it was super fun to tell the the six people that asked if I fell on the ice, or hurt my back while shoveling that, no, I did in fact have a birthday cake baking injury. I was tempted to say I was snow boarding, or something cool, but, as there are no hills around these parts...that just wouldn't have made sense. But the birthday cake thing may not have either, because I swear more than once, the people looked at me like I was out of my mind.
The doctor took some x-rays (which were fine-phew) and then prescribed me the same medications that I have been given before to try to "stop the "ON" migraine cycle" and I knew how they would make me feel. And how they would actually make my headaches worse, and not better. Which is why I called King and cried and made him talk me into actually picking up the medications, and then bought three doughnuts, because you never can go wrong with those, can you?
And for the last three days, I have been feeling pretty much how I thought I would feel:
Like a Jell-o Slug. With heartburn. And insomnia.
Yesterday, as I was trying to read with Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, I fell asleep 5 times in ten pages. They finally gave up reading with me and told me a synopsis of the chapter in the end. (Which actually didn't make a lot of sense, as we are reading A Wind in the Door, and I have no idea what an Echthroi that un-names things is? I'm not sure it was just the drugs.)
Although, then it was time to take the next kind of pill, and I could not keep my eyes open, but my mind refused to rest, and my heart was pounding and then I wondered if maybe one of those Echthroi things was actually living in me and un-naming all that is real and good in my life and replacing it with red Jell-o. Or biscuits and gravy. Or something.
Luckily, I start decreasing the dosages today, and I think I am having some moments of sanity (I am hoping this is one. If not, please disregard this post and come back next week). And I can actually move now without wanting to cry. So, that's super good. :)
And, in case you are wondering, I have no idea if the cake was worth it. I did not taste it. But, the girls loved it, so I am saying the injury was worth their joy. Plus, my doughnuts were delicious, and I certainly don't ever eat three doughnuts in one day without a very good reason.
February 8, 2011
Technicolor Cupcakes, Take Two
Last week we celebrated Sleeping Beauty and Snow White's 12th birthday. We had so much fun at Cinderella's Cupcake Party, we decided to do the same thing again. Despite having no school the entire week, their friends braved the ice-covered roads and came to the party. We had pizza (which was delivered, albeit 45 minutes late (which worked out fine when they gave us half off!)) and watched Cake Boss and decorated cupcakes and giggled and opened presents and played games and sang "Happy Birthday" (twice, of course--12 minutes apart) and posed for pictures and had a super great time.
This time, we had a "Birthday Cupcake" category, and a "TV Show" category for decorating. Much to Cinderella's delight, her team won the best over-all cupcake this time. I think no one really cared who won, they just had a good time creating. It was fun to watch them work together. They have a fun group of friends.
I think I am still in shock that my babies are twelve years old. We just can't say enough good about them. They are such a delight to have in our family; Heavenly Father has blessed us more than we deserve with our three girls. Snow White keeps us on her toes with her spunky humor and her ambition. She amazes us with her kind spirit and intuition, and her care for others.
Sleeping Beauty can light the room up with her smile. She never misses a chance for a hug and a kiss and has a quiet, easy way of making one feel important. She delights us with her dead-pan jokes and her friendly ways, and can color-coordinate with the best of them. We just adore these girls and are so happy to see them growing into beautiful, kind young ladies. They have a special relationship that is fun to observe and makes you kind of wish you were born with a twin, too. :)
I think I am still in shock that my babies are twelve years old. We just can't say enough good about them. They are such a delight to have in our family; Heavenly Father has blessed us more than we deserve with our three girls. Snow White keeps us on her toes with her spunky humor and her ambition. She amazes us with her kind spirit and intuition, and her care for others.
February 5, 2011
And I'm Totally Serious
Dearest Mr. Winter,
It's not that I don't like you. It's just that I really want us to be friends. I mean, I've been trying. Can't you try, too? Can't we get along? Let's make some changes. To you. :) This is how it's going to have to work--
No more ice. No more snow. No more weather fronts wreaking havoc on my migraine days. No more bitter winds. No more cold, dry air causing dry skin and hair. No more sleet. No more gray, soggy slush. No more 4 inches of ice skating rink in my driveway. No more cold. Please. Pretty please. I just don't think we can be friends if you continue on like this.
Seriously.
And also, I'm okay with the kids going back to school. It's been fun, but we're done. All of us.
Thanks a bunch.
Love, Sincerely,
Me
p.s. I forgive you for the canceling church thing. We haven't had our daddy to ourselves for a whole Sunday in a while, so that is a rare treat. But this doesn't mean I'm forgiving you for all the other stuff yet. You've got some work to do, Old Man. I've seen the forecast, and it's NOT pretty.
It's not that I don't like you. It's just that I really want us to be friends. I mean, I've been trying. Can't you try, too? Can't we get along? Let's make some changes. To you. :) This is how it's going to have to work--
No more ice. No more snow. No more weather fronts wreaking havoc on my migraine days. No more bitter winds. No more cold, dry air causing dry skin and hair. No more sleet. No more gray, soggy slush. No more 4 inches of ice skating rink in my driveway. No more cold. Please. Pretty please. I just don't think we can be friends if you continue on like this.
Seriously.
And also, I'm okay with the kids going back to school. It's been fun, but we're done. All of us.
Thanks a bunch.
Me
p.s. I forgive you for the canceling church thing. We haven't had our daddy to ourselves for a whole Sunday in a while, so that is a rare treat. But this doesn't mean I'm forgiving you for all the other stuff yet. You've got some work to do, Old Man. I've seen the forecast, and it's NOT pretty.
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