Vomittus Eruptus Round 3

Ugh! I so thought we were done with the puking. Buzz started yesterday AM around 3. Rub woke up with a tummy ache at four, so far no puking for him. Dub had not puked yet but looked awfully green and was being much brattier (is that a word?) than normal. I was feeling TIRED but not so tired I could not whip up a batch of orange almond Swiss butter cream frosting to put on my hips the chocolate cake I baked the night before. MMM! I indulged in half the cake a piece of cake after the kids went to bed...You heard me I did not share my cake with them. I don't think I could handle seeing my labor of love spewed across the carpet. Besides, chocolate stains.

This morning at five, as I was ironing JC's uniform, which turned out not to be JC's uniform but some guy named Eduardo's because the uniform company the county uses is the worst ever, I hear Dub whining and hyperventilating. Ugh! He's spewed in his bed. So I clean him up and settle him down in my room. It's gonna be a grand day, I can just feel it!

I made Buzz stay home from school again despite his begging to go. Yes, he is my strange child. He actually loves to go to school. He had not thrown up since yesterday afternoon but he also had not had anything to eat or drink except a half glass of 7-Up and a few sips of Gatorade. So just to make certain I would not have to go pick him up from school an hour after he got there I just made him stay home. He is doing fine and will return to school tomorrow. Just in time for Rub to start barfing I am sure. In the spirit of Mardi Gras and my sarcastic nature, Laissez les bons temps rouler!

Oh, and I hope you enjoy your freshly ironed uniform Eduardo, where ever you are with your scrawny size 30/28 short little self. I had to send JC to work in wrinkled pants, which is really a pet peeve of mine, but I did not have time to iron another pair because I was dealing with a sick boy. Dang uniform company!

Give It Up For The Man!

Okay, I have to give props to JC.

He came home last night from the ranch later than normal, and before even looking at me or saying hello, he asked what was for dinner. No, that is not why he gets props, that is what almost got his props kicked, but then he looked at me and I guess realized I was feeling less than well and was at my limit. He said, "I'm going up town for a minute, I will be back shortly."

I'm thinking great take your time, have a blast you inconsiderate man. I have the flu, (yes, my boys love to share) I have two boys with the flu and two boys who are healthy but wound up, I have been here with them alone, all day, you come home for two minutes and then leave???!!! Okay great. I hope you get this flu Buddy! Then we will see how you like it. MMM HMM! Just you wait! Not that I blame him, anyone in their right mind would have run 100 miles in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, he shows up with 3 bottles of 7-Up. He even found what was on sale, used the Albertson's card and a coupon! Be still my beating heart. A considerate, and cost efficient husband.

You know he does this to me all the time. Makes me angry at him for no reason. If he would have just said, "hey I'm going to go buy you some 7-Up" I would have never been planning to spit in his cup so upset. But noooo, he has to be all mysteriously sweet. I think he likes me to get angry with him and make him into the horrible husband, then feel like I am two inches tall when he turns into the perfect man. It couldn't be because after I feel so bad that I was plotting his demise that I instantly melt into his arms and would do anything to please him. Do you think he he has caught on to that? Do you think he would be awful enough to use that power against me? I'm gonna have to watch this martian very closely, he could be a smart one.

You know I paint JC as the stereotypical clueless man from MARS a lot on my blog. He really isn't though. He is generally very thoughtful, considerate and is a really great husband and father. Oh, and he has exceptional taste in clothing and women after all he chose me and the stylish half of my wardrobe Sure there are times when his Martian side comes through more than I'd like, but if it didn't I wouldn't have anything good to write about. I love you JC and I appreciate all that you do for me and the boys. Despite what I was thinking last night, I REALLY hope you don't get the flu. I can't handle taking care of anymore sick babies. Ope! I mean I would hate to for you to be so miserable.

I Could REALLY Use A DIET PEPSI

Update...

Vootz continued to vomit well into the early morning hours until he could only manage the dry heaves. I gave him a small cup of Sprite and told him to sip it slowly. It took him about 30 minutes to finish it and so far it has stayed down. I asked him a minute ago if he wanted to try some more and he said that he did not want anything else. This is "garbage guts" we are talking about here, he has never turned down any food, especially not the rare treat of soda. just because JC and I are addicted doesn't mean my kids get to have it he must really be feeling bad. Now he says he hurts all over and wants to go back to bed.

Buzz woke up this morning with the rash spreading to his neck, cheek and back. But that is not even the clincher...he tells me, "Mom my rash is making my tummy hurt on the inside." Ugh! So I find another bucket and settle him in. He too refused to eat or drink anything. It looks like it is going to be a long week end.

The other two *knock on wood* seem to be doing okay. JC left for the ranch typical and I am trying to figure out how to go check the mail for medical cards so hopefully if I need to have the boys see a doctor it won't be such a hassle. And also how to get to the store for more 7-Up and Gatorade with out having to risk kids puking in my car. I guess I will have JC do it on his way home tonight...or better yet I will wait until JC gets home tonight and go myself. He can handle throw up for thirty minutes...I think hope. I'm going to go air out the house now and pray that no one else gets sick.

World's Greatest Craving - Appetite Suppressor

I have been very disgusted with myself lately. I have wanted to eat right and go to the gym and lose this extra weight. I start my morning with good intentions, a bowl of oatmeal with some fruit and a cup of milk. Lunch is usually okay, but by two I am into the cookies or making cupcakes just so I can eat the batter. By the time JC gets home and we have dinner and get the boys to bed I am exhausted and feeling defeated...again. Today was different. I started out bad, biscuits and gravy for breakfast followed by a cookie. Then I got better by having an all fruit smoothie for lunch. Made plans to go to the gym tonight with a friend. Ate a reasonable dinner. Things were starting to look hopeful. Then JC thought we could watch a movie together...there goes the gym. So I figure I will go first thing in the morning. No big deal.

While getting the kids ready for bed I notice Buzz is unusually itchy even for him. Get a closer look at his stomach and he is covered from clavicle to hips in a red splotchy rash. I called Angela, because Pfizer did not ever send me that life time supply of Children's Benedryl and of course I am out...again. Run across the street in the rain to barrow take some Benedryl, she and I both know she won't be getting it back, that's one of the great things about our friendship. Drug up Buzz and give in to his pleas to let them stay up and watch Star Wars the Clone Wars. Go to the office to affirm that no one loves me check my email . Vootz comes in holding his stomach and whining about how bad it really hurts this time. (He is notorious for faking sick). So I told him to go drink a glass of warm water and then try to poop. Off he goes looking more than dejected. I start looking for something to prove that someone, somewhere loves me. Facebook...nope, Myspace...nada, =TPE=...zilch. I start thinking I need a cookie. I am bored and lonely and a cookie is the magic cure for that right? Then I hear, "Mooom!" and then something splashing to the floor. Vootz is standing in the hallway heavin' up Jonah! Ughh! I am feeling like the World's Worst Mom award will be headed my way.

I usher Vootz to the toilet and tell him not to move. He continues to puke while I go to clean up the hallway.
JC hollers from the office, "Uuuf Honeeeey!"
I respond with, "I don't want to hear it! My face is 8 inches from it and you are down the hall and in another room!" So instead of getting out of his chair and closing the office door himself, he calls in Buzz from the living room, who has to walk down the hallway I am scrubbing to close the office door for him.
Buzz- "Eww! What's that smell? Oh gross! Who's mac and cheese and hot dog throw up is that?" real healthy dinner I know so shoot me I was being lazy.
Finish with the hall and help Vootz clean himself up, get him a bucket to cling to for the night and put all of them to bed. Spray the house down with Lysol and remember I should probably call Julie to tell her Buzz has a rash since he was at her house all afternoon and call Angela to tell her Vootz is chuckin' since he was at her house today. The good news is I don't want a cookie anymore. I am tired and I want to go to bed. No movie, no gym, PLEASE no more vomit! Of course as I typed that exclamation point Vootz started yackin' again. It's gonna be a fun night.

Hind Sight is 20/20

We got a new to us car for Christmas. It has been WONDERFUL! I love not smelling like a greasy diesel truck when I arrive at my destination. It has a radio and a six disc changer! It has more gadgets than a button factory! It has AC and a heater...and they both work! I will miss the wildly sexy wind blown hair effect from driving 60 miles per hour with the windows down though. It was like I was Cindy Crawford riding horseback through a meadow only the saddlebags were on me and not the saddle We can all travel together all in the same car...and then again we have to travel together all in the same car. It was nice to be able to go to the store alone because I could not fit anyone else plus groceries. Now I have to take all four boys and sometimes even their dad.

On one of our recent outings the conversation went something like this...

Dub-*not understanding what he was saying I hope* I hate you mommy!

Me-Dub*insert middle and last names here* we don't say hate. That is a BAD BAD word and you should never, ever tell someone that you hate them. It is very mean and not nice. You will hurt their feelings and make them cry. If you cannot say something nice to someone then you should not say anything at all. Can you say, sorry mommy?

Dub-I'ne sowwy.

Vootz totally missing my point- You could always substitute the word detest for hate Dub. That is a better word to use.

JC totally missing Vootz's point-Vootz if you ever tell your mother that you detest her you'll have to deal with me!

Me-Ughh...Yes Vootz, detest is a better word that hate, but still you should never tell anyone you detest them. If it is not nice, don't say it! JC, Vootz was not telling Dub he could tell me that he detests me, he was just trying to give Dub a better word than hate and flexing his vocabulary skills a little for us to notice.

This is what I get to deal with now. I liked my quiet solitude during errands. Now it is like being at home all the time only at home and all in a closet together! I prayed for a year for a car we could all fit in. Every night and every morning. During the day I would sing, "Heavenly Father can you hear me?" Oh he heard me and he gave me a year to try to wake up and realize that I don't know what is best for me, he knows what is best for me, Did I catch on? No, I had to keep pushing. He finally he gave in. Hind sight is 20/20!


*I am seriously VERY grateful for my car. It is truly a blessing and I love it. But I do miss my solitude occasionally, what mother of four wouldn't?!

Fun, Fun, Fun In That Warm California Sun

***************WARNING************
If you are one of my dear readers who happens to be braving sub-zero temperatures right now, you might not want to continue reading.

Today was absolutely gorgeous! Sunny skies for as far as the eye can see and a warm 73 degrees! Today was so nice actually that we spent the afternoon lounging in the sun and splashing in the pool (it was slightly heated)! You heard me. We went swimming...outside...In January! It was wonderful! I told you not to read this JR! I will be posting pictures as soon as I can figure out how to get them off my phone. My little fishes had a blast! They kept going back and forth from the heated pool to the non-heated pool. They got good and worn out so hopefully they will all soon be sleeping.

This is not the creative blog worthy post I mentioned earlier today. I went swimming instead of blogging and now JC is home and using his computer so I am on the dinosaur, aka the boys computer and it has taken me 40 minutes and several backspaces (four backspaces just to type backspace, I think I got it now) just to type this little snippit of crap. So while JC is at the ranch tomorrow fixing his truck I will try to do better. I have to say good night now because I am starting to curse alot out loud a little under my breath at this blasted keyboard. Time to release all that anger, I think I will go do some yoga or go to the gym make chocolate chip cookie dough and watch The Biggest Loser re-runs. Good Night!

Well Blow Me Down!

Hey guess what!
No my computer still is not fixed. Guess again. No I am not pregnant...again!
You're never gong to guess so lemme just spill it. I am using JC's computer! And I am not even sneaking! He actually....hold on to your seats....he actually told me the other night that I could use his computer while he was at work to do my blog! I think it was his fever. He might have been a little delirious, but who am I to argue with a sick man. So here I am at JC's computer with 100% approval from him and I have NOTHING! That's right I have NO THING to write about. Zip! Zilch! Nada! Well I guess that is not entirely true. I have things to write about just no idea how to make them blog worthy. After all I found out over the Holidays that I have many loyal readers who secretly lerk around these pages *cough*Uncle Stan*cough* and I would not want to disappoint them with some blah blah blah yakity smakity. So I will try to gather my creativity today so I can give you all a blog worthy post later.