Thursday, January 28, 2010

Hand sanitizer warning!!!

There is a reason that those bottles of hand sanitizer come with a warning label on it, one being: Do not get in eyes.

My little princess learned that lesson the hard way today at school when she went to use some. She pressed down on the bottle, (the kind with the pump), and it had dried and formed a "plug" inside the nozzle.

When the plug came loose, sanitizer shot out of the pump and into her face and eye. She got rushed down to the nurse's office and had her eye flushed with water for several minutes and a cold compress applied. Her eye was all blood-shot and teary eyed for several hours, but was able to remain at school.

She got off the bus with a cold compress over her eye, and her super-hero brother with his arm around her, keeping her safe while she exited the bus. (That moment alone melted my heart. It just goes to show you that no matter how bad siblings fight or bicker, when push comes to shove, they will always be there for each other.)

So this is what she looked like when she arrived home.


I put a call in to the pediatrician because I didn't like the fact that her eye was partially closed. They told me to watch her, but it was a good sign that the redness and tearing had stopped.

So just a warning to all the moms out there, if your child uses hand sanitizer in pump form, make sure the nozzle isn't plugged up before allowing your children to squirt some out.

(Oh and also, just so you know it has been several hours now, and her eye is gradually opening up more. Thank goodness!)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Riddle me this

Riddle me that...

What do you get when you cross a foolishly stubborn woman...

And a foot injury????????

My friends, this is what you get:



A foolish lady in pain, who now get to sleep in this stylish, torturous contraption for the next two months.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Taking the plunge

I am going to the gym this afternoon.

There I said it. That wasn't so bad.

Two weeks ago the coach and I decided to join the local community center and get a family membership. (It was our Christmas gift to ourselves.)

Well two weeks ago we joined and I have yet to venture inside and get my rear in gear. Don't' get me wrong, I have gone in numerous times to drop of/pick up the athlete for free afternoons of dodge ball or floor hockey, but as far as going in to benefit my own health....

Yaaaaa, not so much. It has taken two weeks two mentally prepare myself for this. I had to eliminate every excuse I could come up with for not going.

So in no particular order:

bought new sneakers---- check

bought new workout clothes----- check

charged MP3 player------ check

downloaded workout tunes on MP3 player and learn how to use the dang thing-------- check

make time to go------ check

So now dear friends, I am taking the plunge and venturing into the scary unfamiliar domain health room for the first time in a looooong time.

Wish me luck

Friday, January 22, 2010

A new look around here

Hey guys, in case you haven't noticed, things look a little different around here!

I have been desperately wanting a customized header for my blog and looked into paying to have one created, but what I really wanted was the satisfaction of being able to create one myself.

I spent this afternoon toying around creating my very own customized header on "Scrapblog", and then followed a few easy steps outlined by this divine lady here, and Voila!!!!

My very own header created by yours truly!!

What's really great about making your own header on this site is you can make changes anytime you want or add special details for holidays or seasons, and the best part is it's all FREE!!!!

Tell me what you think, and be honest! Not too shabby for my first go at it!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Literal thinking

So I'm sitting at the computer last Sunday morning, doing my thing. I'm drinking my steaming hot coffee from my favorite mug, reading updates from my favorite blogger friends. Enjoying a few moments to myself.

The coach yells down to me from upstairs in a sing songey voice, "Oh honey, I'm in my birthday suit!!!" (You have to do it in a slow sing-songy voice!)

I laughed because I knew he was simply joking around and yelled back in same annoying, sing-song voice, "Good for you!! Have fun!!" And then went back to sipping my coffee and reading.

I snapped back into reality when I heard a loud bang, bang, bang on one of the upstairs bedroom doors, and a very excited little princess yelling...

"Daddy, I want to see your Birthday suit!!!!!!"

It was his birthday and she thought he had something special to wear!!

I blew coffee out my nose and all over the computer screen, laughing so hard!!

Obviously we still have a very literal thinker on our hands!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Where we stand

Well folks, remember a little over a week ago I filled you all in on how my over ambitious, crazy husband decided to demo my downstairs bathroom on a Wednesday even though it had to be up and running and (safe) for my daycare children to use on Monday morning?????

Well here's a little update on his progress:
Last Sunday, (the day before I had to open for daycare!)

My Dining Room

My Newly Remodeled Kitchen

Who Doesn't Want a Toilet in their Dining Room?

And now, fast forward to today:

We have a working sink and toilet back in the bathroom where it belongs

But still have a long, long way to go.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Brand new socks gets you nowhere

You know you need to slow down and take a few minutes for yourself when something like this happens.

It's a sharp slap in the face, wake-up call that screams "You have bitten off more than you can chew. You need to slow down and start to focus on yourself more, instead of always putting others and their issues at the front of the line".

What exactly happened today that made me realize just how insane my life has become lately? I'll tell ya:

I had my first physical therapy appointment today because I have been diagnosed with plantar fasciitis in my right foot. After months of agony every morning and every evening, I finally went to see my doctor who told me what was wrong and informed me that I had an aggravated case by not getting it taken care of sooner. (This was the first wake-up call that I let roll of my back and chalked it up to being too busy as a wife, mother, and holding down a full-time job to boot.) Doctor also told me I needed to start physical therapy because I let it go on for so long.

So jump to today, my first of many appointments with the male physical therapist, whom I found out tonight not only lives in my town, but is friends with some of the same friends as mine, and has a daughter in the same grade/school as mine. Marvelous, you'll see why in a second.

So I arrive after an exhausting day of work, (I had five children today, one being a new 12week old infant and this being his first day here. That alone takes a lot out of you!) I had no make-up on, a stained sweatshirt and I'll be honest here, desperately needing an upper lip wax. Sorry but my downstairs bathroom has been demolished and I can't find my tub of wax anywhere!!!

I did manage to have one moment of clarity before leaving home and remembered to change my socks and put on a fresh, brand new pair instead of the smelly ones I had been wearing all day since 6:00am this morning. (Yes folks, I am being brutally honest here.)

I sit down on the table and when asked to remove my shoes, do so without any hesitation and feeling confident about my non-stinky feet and stark white cotton socks. No problem here. He pokes and prods and asks a few questions.
Then he asks me to get down from the table because he wants to observe how I walk. Again I think, "Piece of cake."

Until, he asks me to roll up my jeans.

At that moment I freeze and think to myself, "Oh Shit, I didn't shave my legs this morning! And before you think to yourself, "Oh big deal, what's a little leg stubble", I must confess, that I can't even remember the last time I shaved my legs. Oh wait yes I can, it was almost two weeks ago when I went in to see my doctor about the damn pain in my foot!!!!!!

I had to reveal to this poor man stark white, dry as a bone legs with dark black hair jutting out from every angle. And not only did he have to view this monstrosity, he had to touch them. Uugggghh! I have pity for that poor man.

I sat there thinking, "do I acknowledge blatent hair or not", but then decided I couldn't let this man think that this was acceptable and normal to me, so it would be better to bite the bullet and apologize for such poor hygiene and admit that I forgot to shave my damn legs.

He laughed. I laughed, more out of embarrassment than actually thinking the scenario was comical and felt somewhat relieved that I had addressed the elephant in the room.

And yes, I felt like a complete ass. Never in my life have I forgotten to make myself presentable on the day of an appointment. If anything I usually over groom, just in case they ask to see some unexpected part of my body that I didn't anticipate.

This my friends is the wake-up call I needed. Too bad though it didn't happen with a complete stranger that I never have to see again in my life. It's just my luck that I will continue to run into this man, in town, at school, at soccer games or gymnastics even. I will forever be known as the hairy leg lady in town.

Yeah, that's priceless, and it totally overshadowed my moment taking off my shoes and revealing my sparkling white, brand new, non-stinky socks.

What a bummer.

Friday, January 1, 2010

What's a little miscommunication?

Happy New Year everyone! Sorry I have been M.I.A. for so long. Too much to do over the last two weeks and nowhere near enough time to get it all done. So the blog unfortunately suffered a bit.

I hope you all had an amazing holiday season and everyone is safe and healthy!

Here is a crazy rundown of how things have been around here in beenoland and maybe you'll have some sympathy for me and not be aggravated that I haven't been around!!

Six days before Christmas my mom called to tell me she fell off the back steps and broke her arm/shoulder. Fabulous!!

Three days before Christmas we had to have a chat with the athlete because he was asking so many questions about Santa and doing it in front of the princess. We were pretty sure he knew about Santa and didn't want him to ruin it for his sister so we sat him down and told him the truth, (expecting to confirm for him what he already thought), much to our surprise, the athlete broke down in tears and admitted he had know doubt in his mind that Santa was IN FACT real, and was asking so many questions to prove the kids wrong at school. (PRECIOUS!!!! I just ruined Christmas for my son and 3 days before no less. Not one of my stellar mom moments, to say the least!) Spent the rest of that morning feeling guilty as hell and trying to make him see the brighter side of being in on the secret of Santa.

A day before Christmas, a headlight blew in the van and my check engine light came on.

Got through Christmas ok, started work on the athlete's room. (I am stripping the wall paper and painting in a red, white, and blue theme, per his request), when at 8pm that night both children started complaining of stomach pains. Put them to bed and at 10pm began the endless night of helping both of them throw up in buckets, then rinsing, sanitizing each bucket, washing my hands, and repeating this charade until 5am the following morning. Sat on the couch all day with a very sick little girl and lost an entire day of working upstairs on the athlete's room.

Now for the best part! Prior to the kids getting sick, the coach and I went to Home Depot to buy a new pedestal sink and slam proof toilet seat to go in our downstairs bathroom, (special, I know!!), so any way, we get home and the coach proceeds to rip out the old vanity to put the new sink in. I leave him to it and go upstairs to prime the bedroom.

Twenty minutes or so later I get a knock on the bedroom door." It's the coach, "Hey hon, can you come here for a minute I need your opinion on something."

So I go downstairs to see what he is talking about. I turn the corner and stop short about 2 feet from the bathroom door and gasp and whisper under my breath, "Sweet Jesus, what have you done??????!!!!!"

The coach in his infinite wisdom decided it was necessary to start ripping of the tile on the bathroom walls behind where the pedestal sink was going to go. Now let me explain something. WE JUST FINISHED A FULL KITCHEN REMODEL LESS THAN A MONTH AGO!!!!!!!!

We had agreed no more major remodeling projects for a while!!! We have been living here for a little over three years and there has been a room remodel going on since we bought the place. I wanted a break!!

What is his explanation? "We had a miscommunication." Ya think??

So needless to say, my downstairs bathroom is completely gutted right now and it needs to be functional by Monday morning when my daycare opens back up!!

Precious right?

I thought you would all get a kick out of this!! I don't see the humor in it yet but maybe in a year or two I'll look back on this and chuckle. We'll see!!

So for now, I must get back to my crazy life and try to finish my husband's little miscommunication!!

I'll be back, I promise!