Last entry for a couple of weeks

Well, today we are getting rid of the internet so we can pack the computer. Thankfully, Tanya has scared me into buying a flash drive because I am convinced something is going to happen to all of my pictures. So I will take care of that today. I have to clean the blinds, get a haircut, take the kids to Chuck E Cheese one last time to use the leftover tokens we have, pack all of my clothes, make sure all of the dishes are done and ready for the packers tomorrow, ummmm, what else? There is a lot to get done today before the packers come. Feeling a little overwhelmed... but it will get done. Even if it is at 2am...

Lafayette Ladies

Last night went to Tonya's house for a girl's night out. We were supposed to play games, but ended up just talking the night away for 3 hours. It was so much fun I could have stayed all night! I love those gals and will miss them so much. I do look forward to going back to friends in Rexburg, but we have a good little gang going here. Gang in a good way. We don't go around tagging joints with spray paint or anything. We mostly just eat and chat. Chatting mostly about reality tv and books and how we wish we were thinner. My kind of gang, right? It is so funny because such a big group you would think would be hard for everyone to get along, but we all have something in common! And the conversation is always rolling. And there is always good food involved. My friend, Jen said that she has a sister in Rexburg that she wants me to meet. I am excited but worried. What if we don't like each other? What if We don't get along like Jen and I do? It is like going to a new school. I wish this move were over so that I could be all comfy and settled... but I want to stay here and be comfy and settled like I already am. Yes, rambling... I know. But at least I am posting instead of sitting on my laurels like some other bloggers I know... I will not mention any names, you know who you are!!!!

A Strange Smell...

For 2 weeks Lorelai has complaining about her nose. I thought she was just complaining because it was running and maybe irritated from congestion. For 2 weeks it has smelled really rank and yucky and a week ago started dripping really yucky stuff. I thought, she had a yucky infection and it would go away. I had taken her to the doctor a few weeks ago because she had a freaky rash, and then a week after that for her well visit... I was not going to take her to the doctor again for him to tell me it was another virus that she would just have to let run it's course. But this morning the nose was really smelling... (pun intended,) and she had started to run a fever so I figured it was time to go in. Doctor Bruno discovered something was stuck up there! He used a snot sucker, (That is the official medical term we use in our house for bulb syringe) to try to get whatever it was out... he got a lot of blood and the big kids had to leave the room because they were traumatized but he could not get that sucker to suck enough! So he sent us to the beloved ENT... the Ear Nose and Throat specialist... another wad of cash later, Dr. David was trying her super-duper high powered vacuum to try to dislodge the offending article from Little Bug's nose... it was not happening. So while I was holding her tight, Dr. David used the teeniest, tiniest forceps in the world to extract the spongy tip of an eye shadow applicator from WAY up in Lorelai's nose. The stench that emanated from that tiny little cavity in her face was incredible! I have not smelled something that rank... in a very long time... and especially never coming from my sweet little baby. That thing has been up there for 2 weeks! Blocking up her sinuses and causing an infection. Now Little Bug is happy as a bug should be and she can breath again and took her normal almost 3 hour nap which she has not done in... well... two weeks!

Lorelai's words

Lorelai is getting really adventurous in her talking lately! She has said baby, hi, bye, and today she said Abby... clear as day. She wanted her Abby Cadabby dvd on and it was on in the dvd player and she opened the player, tapped my arm to get my attention and said, Mamma, Abby! I am starting to understand her little phrases here and there. It is taking me a while to realize she actually is trying to communicate, but we are getting there. I don't remember it being this difficult to understand the other kids. She is also very adept at saying the word NO! She mostly uses this with her brother who is constantly bothering her and making her life difficult. For drink she says, "Cumma." I really have no idea what this means. I don't understand where she got this word from. It in no way sounds like "juice" or "drink." But that is how she tells me she wants a drink. I always try to correct her and say, "drink" or "juice" or "water." She just looks at me like, whatever, just give me the drink.

3 Weeks and Counting

Could these last 3 weeks go any slower? I mean, not that I want to leave all my great friends here, but c'mon! It feels like the last two weeks have been 2 years... we are chomping at the bit to get into our new place so we can get all set up. Also, I would love to be able to send the kids outdoors for them to play without them coming to the door 5 minutes later to complain about the heat. I am cleaning out again, went through the china closet drawers today. Got rid of lots of old coupons and papers and stuff. Our dining room is starting to look like a dumping ground. There are all kinds of books and things piled on top of the buffet. There are boxes in corner. I feel a little panicky that we don't have more boxes packed, but the moving guys are doing that. It is weird. I don't know how to act! Anyway, we are on track to move and I just feel like it can't come soon enough. Mostly because I am tired of thinking of and preparing meals. I am looking forward to moving week when we will be forced to eat out... not that I necessarily am looking forward to fast food for 4 days, but if I don't have to make it and clean up after, I am happy!

Jenny's Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad week

When life gives you lemons... I need a good cry. That is usually the case. And with a sick husband in bed, I have nowhere to go to let it out. My mommy called earlier because I sent her a self-pitying email regailing her with all of the horrible things that have happened in the last week. I was on the verge of getting that good cry. You know, when you just want to cry until the sobs start. It has to be a really good one. You have to be able to let loose and let the tears flow, and the hiccups come and your face has to look all red and blotchy... oh yeah.. I love me a good cry. And I was poised and prepared... I wanted to let it flow when Mommy called just so I could get it over with and feel better! But Justin is in bed... and he keeps telling me, "just take it one day at a time. That's all we can do..." Whatever, I WANT TO CRY! Get out of my bedroom so I can cry!!! But nooooo, he has to be all sick, and unable to get out of bed and stuff. He is so selfish! Doesn't he realize that sometimes the only thing that will help is a really good cry? Now, I don't do this often. Maybe once a year, or less... only when it is absolutely necessary. Sometimes it is instigated by an argument between me and said husband, sometimes it is after my children have made me so crazy that I just want to pull my hair out. But most of the time it is because so many bad things have happened all at once that I just have to use the crying as a coping mechanism. But Justin being sick (which has contributed to the horrible things list)has really put a hitch in my plans. So how will I cope? What am I going to do to be able to get past all of the horrible things? I will not bore you with all of the details, because they will seem small and insignificant to you... and some of them are my fault and so I do not wish to embarrass myself... suffice it to say, it has been one crummy week.

Sick baby (no, not Lorelai)

Justin was still sick last night. I usually stay up pretty late. I am kind of a night owl. Justin is the one who has gotten me into this routine. So he is usually right by my side. But last night he kept coming out to the living room asking if I was coming in soon. It was only like 9:30! I was watching He's Just Not That Into You on PayPerView. I was like, leave me alone! So at 10:30, I grudgingly went to bed and I let him know I was not happy about it. He said, "I just want to be with you..." Wah... This morning when I woke up the kitchen was cleaner than when I left it. Do you realize what this means? He waited until I was asleep and came out here by himself! What a brat. I have spent 3 days waiting on him, making him whatever food he wants, getting him limitless bottles of water, changing the sheets because the others "don't feel good," and then he has the nerve to demand that I come to bed early... only to ditch me! Hmmm... I am glad he is back to work. He wasn't feeling 100%, but he did not want to miss any more. And now, the air conditioner is broken. It figures. But at least it is raining today and therefore not as hot as it has been. Yeah, I am just complaining. I think I am ready for the month to be over.

Our Weekend

On Saturday I worked in the morning and got off at 2. I walked in the door and Justin walked out with the big kids to go see Ice Age while Lorelai took a nap. It was nice to have that little bit of piece and quiet after some difficult shoppers at Michael's! When they got home, Justin said he wasn't feeling well and went right to bed. He had a fever and a headache and stayed home while I took the kids to the Waihi's for some great food!!! The kids played outside and the adults talked inside in the air conditioning. The kids were disappointed that I wouldn't take them to the fireworks, but I was not going to go by myself and Justin was still feeling bad. Justin is still sick with a fever and missed work today! That is a milestone. He NEVER calls in sick. I think he might be feeling a little better tonight. I hope so, because he is a total baby! When I was sick, he checked on me about every 24 hours or so. When he is sick he wants me to check on him every 10 minutes in case he needs something. Baby...

Tired of the move

It feels like it is at least 11am instead of 8am. I am exhausted from waking up every hour with Hilton. The child will just not sleep through the night. We took him off his Zyrtec because he doesn't need it anymore and now he doesn't sleep. I want a doughnut. (sorry, they were talking about them on tv and I thought that sounded good...) I have been really busy getting ready for the move. I cleaned out Caroline's closet yesterday and I have to clean the fridge today since someone is coming to look at it tomorrow. We are trying to sell the fridge and the washer and dryer. I feel like this is a never-ending process. When I am home all i do is prepare to move. It kinda stinks. When I am at work I can just not think about the move all evening. Tonight Vicki and I are going to a movie. That will be a nice change of pace. I can escape from this house and all the "moving stuff" for a couple of hours. Can't wait!

Week Three: Stinks

I am not doing this stupid diet any more. I have gained back 3 lbs and I have had it with not being able to comfort myself with the food that I love. I know it comes as a disappointment to most of you out there, but really... this is ridiculous. I am in the middle of a move! What was I thinking???? I will tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking I could lose all the weight that I gained while I was here so that when I got back to Rexburg all of my friends would not be shocked by my appearance. But it ain't gonna happen. So, all you Rexburg friends... prepare to be shocked. I have gained allllllll the weight back that I had lost while I was there. My piece of advice? Do not start a diet a few weeks before a big huge move... big mistake. I am very stressed out right now. I am working a lot, and most of the time I am ready to throttle my children... mix that with not eating... not a good combination. Justin will be very disappointed. But sometimes the only thing that can heal me is a chocolate chip cookie. Celery won't cut it.