Sundries

Happy Belated Thanksgiving to all!

I've been kind of out of everything with a lingering ick, so sorry for the lack of posts.

We had a good visit with family for the holiday, except that they all had the ick, too. Bad timing.

In other news, I think Chase ate a bandaid today. Hmm. Wonder how that will come out?

Lyrics

Ian's little preschool class is still singing this song (and performing it on Sunday-- I can't wait to see it!):

I said, Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oooh baby, let my people go (Ooh-ah, ya ya ya ya)

Well a burnin' bush told me just the other day
That I should come over here and stay
Gotta get my people out of Pharaoh's hand
And lead them all to the promised land.

We were talking about it today, and Ian tells me, "...and Pharoah says, 'So I talked to a Bernie the other day.'"

I asked him if he meant burning bush instead of Bernie, but he was very adamant that Pharaoh was talking to a Bernie.

And the Winner Is...

Tiffany!!

Yep, it's me.

Back in 24 hours or so.

Told You So

Ian started complaining of a stomach ache this morning. It went off and on. He spent some time on the couch, but also spent time playing. He didn't have very much appetite, but then again, he never really does.

So we went about our day. Lunch with Bryan. Grocery shopping.

He was fine for lunch- happy, playful, but didn't eat. He was kind of whiny at the store, but he always is. He did opt to ride in the cart rather than push one of those cute little kid carts around, so that was kind of weird.

He fell asleep in the car on the way to lunch and on the way home.

On the way into the neighborhood, he perked up and wanted desperately to play with Leah, to which I emphatically said NO. You don't feel good, spreading germs...blah blah blah. Basic no-fun mom excuses.

He got 3 steps into the house before he puked all over the floor.

Here we go again!

Wanna take bets on who gets this rotten thing next? Me or Bryan? Maybe Gaga or Papa (since he spent the night with them over the weekend)? Winner gets bragging rights and one of those hospital germ masks.

All Good..Almost

Chase is feeling better, for the most part. Here we go with refusing to eat again, though. Maybe his tummy is still a little eh. Crossing my fingers that everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

Nobody else has caught anything. I'm probably jinxing myself. Watch- tonight Ian will wake up with it tonight. Ugh.

Other than that, no more catastrophes. The laundry is almost done, dinner is made, and the boys will be ready for bed by 6:30. Bryan is on a plane at this very moment, ready to come home and be tagged in :)

All is good. For now...

Never Ever Ask

If anything else can go wrong.

Remember when I said things weren't going smoothly while Bryan was gone? Well, last night as I was about to enjoy the peace and quiet of only have to run after one of my monsters, Chase woke up with a raging stomach bug- both ends- that went off and on all night long every 1 1/2 hours or so.

We've been officially up since 5.

We've both changed our clothes at least 3 times.

The poor guy can't even keep gatorade and saltines down.

Oy.

Day Three

It's the close of the 3rd day Bryan has been out of town. The house is really quiet. The boys' bedtimes have been progressively getting earlier.

He's celebrating his little brother's 30th birthday down in FL. It was a really awesome idea for my sister in law to get all 4 of the brothers together to surprise him. I hope he's really REALLY enjoying all the guy time, because I'm lonely here!! Totally looking forward to his homecoming on Monday.

It's not that bad, really- it's not like I can't do it by myself- but just having another adult in the house in the evening really breaks up the monotony of it all. Not to mention I kind of like my hubby, and look forward to spending time with him. And the boys miss him, too. Ian told him on the phone today, "Can you come home now because I really want to play with you!" Awww :)

And of course, it can't all go smoothly while he's away. Friday I spent a little time at the hospital for a possible blood clot in my leg. The tech couldn't find anything, but I know something is there. The Dr put me on thinners anyway, and I actually am starting to feel kind of normal again. Thanks to my awesome neighbors who kept all my kids for me while I checked out my veins!

Tonight Gaga and Papa took Ian for a sleepover...his first real one. He's spent part of the night over at the Gallers' house a couple times, but this will be the first time that he's voluntarily spent a night without me away from our house (Gaga and Papa stayed here while we went to Las Vegas earlier this year).

I guess it just feels weird having only one kid around here. And knowing that I'm perfectly capable of having him here, but he's choosing not to. I don't know. It's a strange feeling.

With Ian and Bryan gone, I feel a little empty.

Guess I'll go to bed with my heating pad and my book. Not that I don't enjoy an evening in bed with nothing else to do...I'm just not USED to it.