Rain, Rain....oh and more rain!!

As I sit on the couch watching my son use his crafts for the 10th time this week, I look out the window and wonder if the rain is going to stop anytime this week? Don't get me wrong, I love my days of staying the house with no plans or anything to do but this is getting dull, real dull!!!
I don't want the poor little on in front of the TV too much but how much finger painting and playing puzzles can one 3 year old do? So when it was a bit drizzly out yesterday...he went out to ride his bike. Bad mother I am thinking but I felt we both needed a bit of a break from one another!
So today, our big trek out was to drive to Sears to pick up the grill that I ordered...Well, my husband forgot the tool he needed to bring the stupid thing home. I guess it did not make a difference considering I won't be grilling for a few more days!
So off goes the computer, TV on, and the paints are out one more time. This is the worst vacation my son has ever had!!!

For those of you who work outside the home....

I guess you can say I am a creature of habit. When I am working, I have my coffee cup on the left side of me at all times, I like to use the same pen, and best of all...I like to use the same bathroom stall. Maybe one could say that it is a touch of OCD but I guess it is a comfort zone for me. When I worked at my last 2 jobs, I had the same thing...used the same bathroom stall.
Today I had to go potty and I walk in there and notice there is no toliet paper...ummm, I sort of stood there for a second and said, I do have to pee so I guess I have to use another stall...well I did it and it felt like I was driving in a different city!!!! Different view, the toliet paper dispenser was even different. WEIRD!!!
I will have to make sure I know where the extra TP is kept in case of emergencies of this kind!!!!!

Boogers are not an appitizer!!!

If anyone out there has a toddler or preschooler, you may know that there is an interest in eating their own boogers. Ok, maybe it is just my kid but he loved them.
One day he got the stomach bug. Throwing up and feeling nasty, I saw this as an opportunity to maybe open his eyes to the gross, disgusting habit of eating boogers.
So when he was in the midst of feeling his worse, I told him he has the stomach bug from eating boogers. Well, that was the end of the small feasts!
He even tells his cousin, four months his senior.."Hey Aidan, you are going to throw up from eating your boogies, they are full of germs and you will get the stomach bug!!!" Did not work on him but Trent knows the dangers of the little monsters.
So the other day, as he was sitting down enjoying his newest disney movie, he was picking away...I look over and say" Hey bud, what are you digging for?" , he turns without missing a beat and said, "gold" I crack up! (of course) Then when he "strikes" gold, he shows me....like I really wanted to see it, in all it's glory. I asked him what do you want me to do with it, go get a tissue...no, he was not going to miss his movie so instead he hands it to me. I guess I did not want to miss the movie either so I wiped it on my jeans...I know I am gross...honest but gross. So I put them in the hamper at the end of the night and I say to TC, how come I am the one with all the boogers????? He just laughs and says I am the lucky one!

hmmmm, did he pick that up from me?

Thinking I am a very conscientious parent, I have curbed my swearing and cuss words down to a minimal two words. G*# D@M. Yes that is the one that I use all the time....because I don't consider the word "freaking" a swear. So, I stub my toe, I say ouch, holy crap or something like that mildly resembles a swear but when I am angry I bring out the ugly GD one. So, Trent is at the stage where he is trying to push my buttons. He knows by the end of the day when it is time for bed I am beat...I get to my room and I have no energy for fighting or temper tantrums. He knows that if he gets ready early enough he can watch a movie in my bed...well, it was a school night and he was being a pesky child and getting up and down and pushing the limits and I yell...you better get in that GD bed!!! End of story...that was about a month ago.
I never realized that my son had elephant genetics in him...his memory is amazing!
So the other night, I am tired as usual, and it is getting late and he needs to be in bed. Don't 3 year olds know that a mother needs her beauty sleep!!!!
So....he is being a pesky child again and I quietly and calmly say...little man you best be in that bed...and without missing a beat, he yells back...I am in my GD bed!! I was stunned...then I burst out laughing...thank goodness he did not see me.
Of course I make the mistake of telling my husband, TC that our little angel knows how to cuss correctly..and using it in the proper context no less! Of course, I get you know, this is all your fault. Ahhhh ya no kidding...I am home with him more! Dur!
So it gets better...on the way home from Best Buy we purchase a movie he is eager to watch..we are about 20 minutes from the house and he is demanding to watch his movie..I tell him that he has to wait until we get home...well he blurts out....I want to watch my freaking GD movie!!!
Mouth open and in shock, I look over at my husband who I am waiting for him to freak out...just starts laughing...I thought I was off the hook...until he says...you know this is your fault!!!!
All I say is...Dur!

Maybe I am germ phobic!

As you know the majority of germs are bad for you. Having a sick kid at home just reinforces my so called fear of germs...I am not a nut that wears gloves or a mask but I do constantly wash my hands and I do have a full supply of Purell at arms reach at all times.
My gripe or complaint is to the folks out there who are oblivious to the fact that they are spreading germs and viruses...which can be prevented!!!
I am in CVS the other day going to pick up Motrin for my sick little boy and Tylenol for my dad who was just diagnosed with lymphoma. So both of them have a "bug" and I am on a mission for the wonder drug that will make them both comfortable. While I am in my car admiring all my wonderful coupons that were generated from CVS because I am a frequent customer there and I use my trusted CVS card...I noticed a little man lifting the lid to the trash can. I have no problem with folks who want to go through the trash for hidden treasure as long as they leave things the way they were when they found them. I am on of those nice recyclers that even separated the refund cans and bottles outside of my trash so they don't have to rifle through the dirty trash! I know they appreciate it because they are neat and clean! Anyway...I sit and watch this man paw through the can...selecting his treasure for refunds. Good for him he will get some money for all of this hard work. But as he neatly replaces the lid (thank you) he is not wearing gloves or anything. He proceeds to go into the store touching door handles, products and so forth. I am mortified!!!! This goes for the people that sneeze on the stuff in the stores when you have on a jacket and sneezing into a sleeve is just as easy as sneezing onto the fresh produce at Stop and Shop!!! PEOPLE COLD AND FLU SEASON IS IN FULL FORCE!!!!!
So as I look down at my chapped, dry hands from over washing and Purelling the crap out of them.....I applaud myself for stopping the germ from going past me. Besides..they wont be chapped much longer...spring is coming....right????

Why do I bother?

Being pregnant I think it opens up the world to think they can offer unwarranted opinions, advice and comments. Does a belly that sticks out scream..."hey, you over there, tell me that my butt is big because.....
I mean come on!!! Ok so my butt is getting big but I don't need the world to point it out. My favorite is...your butt is getting wide, so you must be having a girl. Does that comment about having a girl void out the fact that you just said my butt is big???
Or, oh you have a glow, you are so having a boy! Or just because my face is covered in frosting from hostess chocolate cupcakes does not mean I am carrying a girl,. Did it ever occur to people that I just like to be a pig and suck down two of those lovely cakes with a tall glass of milk with ice cubes?!?!?!?!!? Yes, another discussion...I like ice in my milk :-)
Old wives tales crack me up. I love the one where you pee in the toilet with Drano and that will tell you what you are having. Or if you have zits, you are carrying a girl...or if you want steak it is a boy. Love them!!!!
My other pet peeve is when people, especially family ask you what names you are thinking about and I tell them...I get the ole...oh that name, I dated a ***** and he was a jerk or I knew a **** and she was a tramp! Oh folks I don't care...but of course I listen to them and second guess myself. So with that in mind I will keep our names to ourselves...weird, trampy, or silly to ourselves and on the day my child is born, no one will say...oh that is a weird name, they will ohh and ahhh and say nice fit.
Being a little curious about the gender I did seek out the "opinion" of the Chinese lunar calendar. it was accurate with my son so I thought I would give it a whirl...well they are telling me boy. Great, I have no preference either way, but a healthy baby. But eating all this sweets have got to mean only one thing. I LOVE THEM!!!!!!
So my advice to the woman at the Disney store who thinks that I like a complete stranger rubbing my belly....um. lady, thanks for the nice comments but um, you are so in my personal space!!!!!

When it rains, it pours!

My entire life I have been blessed with a healthy family. My parents have been very lucky in regards to having a pill free life. I have friends of mine whose parents have been on all kinds of meds for a very long time and with my father turing 75 and mother heading to 70 in April, the only thing they take is the occasional asprin.
Well, early Novemeber, Dad finds a lump in his neck. This starts a string of appointments with doctors and biopsies and the never ending re-checks. We just got the diagnosis that he has lymphoma. What a complete drag! Now he has to get more test to determine what sort of Chemo he will have to get. I never thought I could feel sorry for my father, him being strong and kept us together but I do. I see him now as someone so small and in need of a boat load of help. BUT!!! If that is not bad enough...my mother has two "bad" mammograms...so off to get a biopsy for her. Now we wait on the results for her. I never in a million years ever thought that I could face the possibilities of caring for two ill parents. I am thankful for my large family. My siblings are around all the time but I fear that they see them weak and small too. Pity is not what they need, I guess it is strength.