Tuesday, September 22, 2009


I've been waking up to male sure Hubby gets to work. He is recovering from a sinus infection and is really tired. I got snacks made and packed, kids fed and dressed and we headed out the door. Our Tahoe has been overheating so Hubby left us The Blazer. We are out the door, I unlock the car, load in our goodies, turn on the car, turn on the A/C and close the door to put the little ones in. At the exact same time I'm closing the door, Number One Son somehow managed to open and immediately close the passenger door and the car locks, running, A/C full blast with my purse and phone on the front seat. The house was locked. The kids and I headed to the backyard. I managed to push put the wood next to the window unit out and to my shock, Number One Daughter said, "yes" when I told her to crawl through the window to open the door from the inside with a key. Yea! Once upon a time, I had a spare Blazer key, but I couldn't find it. The kids and I walked next door to The Church and called Hubby and left a message on voicemail. Hubby had the spare key in his wallet. Almost two hours later, Hubby was able to get away from work, rush home, unlock the Blazer, turn it off, grab my purse, bring it inside, and rush back to work. Well, we missed Park Day. I felt so bad that I couldn't let our friends know what was happening until it was just about over. The rest of the day was filled with meltdowns and sibling fights. I headed off to the office to see my one patient. After work I had planned to take care of some paperwork. My boss came in and shared some medical news and them it was almost 7:00 PM and I didn't get my paperwork done. I came home, picked up Number One Daughter to reward her for helping out earlier in the day. So we went to Target then HEB, home to feed the kids and pets, brush teeth and then to bed. It makes me tired just thinking about it. My gift from heaven was Number One Daughter immediately saying, "yes."

Sunday, September 20, 2009

No Sock Monster in Our House

Nope, we have a kitchen monster. We are missing spoons, cups, bowls, measuring cups, measuring spoons, to-go containers, etc... Occasionally, we find where the sneaky kitchen monster has hidden his (or her) stash. Last week, I found a food mill in the Loquat tree, a shaker bottle in the bedroom closet and a pasta pot in the toy cabinet. I wonder if we catch the little monster if he (or she) will move on to another family? Isn't that what happened to the Shoemaker's Elves?

inhale, exhale

I got a paycheck for the last few weekends that I worked. I can breathe, if only for a few days. We have lots of bills to catch up on, food to buy, cars to fix, but for right now, I'm just going to breathe and enjoy the positive bank account balance.
Thank you to Jesus, Mary, Joseph and all our special Saints for taking care of us!

Monday, September 14, 2009


I've done some Google searches, so I know I'm not alone, but the fact that other experience the same thing does nothing to squelch the gross factor. Number Two Son has taken to retreiving his poo out of his diaper, squeezing it between his fingers, smearing it on nearby bedding, pets or furniture and today he threw poo at Number One Son and it landed right on top of his head. Mind you, this all happened in the 30 seconds it took me to go to the bathroom, five feet away from the children. This just has to stop!

Monday, September 7, 2009

TV induced insomnia

I battle between turning off the TV and going to sleep or watching TV in peace and quiet after everyone has gone to sleep. Sunday nights are the biggest battle because I like to watch CSI:Miami, Cold Case and Without a Trace. I never get to watch these shows in primetime, but I can keep up watching once a week late, late at night. Staying up until 2:00 or 3:00 AM makes Monday morning rough. I'm tired today.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Blood Money Documentary


Prayers that this documentary gets distributed.