So..Tired..

To start, I'll let you all know that my check up with my PCP went well. He ordered me an ultrasound for my thyroid just to be on the safe side, but said everything "felt" okay. He also said that yearly check ups would be the way for me to go in terms of staying on top of any future problems. Kinda figured that...I mean everyone should get yearly check ups anyway, right?

Now I'm going to complain a little (okay...maybe a lot). I'm really really tired. My kiddos didn't sleep well at all last night. They were both up at 3ish and wouldn't go back in their cribs. We tried. They screamed and we were too tired (because we stayed up too late watching pointless documentaries about music on VH1 Classic) to fight with them about it. When I put Nate back in his crib he screamed for about 25 minutes...so, I gave up. When Jerry put Danika in her crib she cried for about 5...so, he gave up. They are both sleeping with their father in our bed as I type. Ethan is here, sleeping in the bouncy chair, so I am awake. To add to the disappointment, my coffee has almost no flavor this morning. I guess I measured wrong or something. It's the first time I've had any issue making coffee...had to be today, huh.

We have a rather busy weekend coming up...and I don't feel like having a busy weekend. I feel like staying home and being a bum. Not a possibility, though. I think if all three kids take a nap at the same time today I'll be napping with them. I always say that and never do.

One last bit of sad news...I was walking into Sheetz yesterday when a picture/poster of a missing teen caught my eye. I recognized her. I stopped to look at the poster on my way out and realized I was right. She was one of my students. Christina M. It took me a while to remember her last name (she's probably 14/15 now and I taught her when she was 8/9). The poster said she was last seen at a hospital and needed medication. I remember how strong willed she was and would assume that she ran away from the hospital. Poor thing. She really is a sweet girl deep down...but she had a lot of problems. I had her during my worst year of teaching ever. I cried almost every night after dealing with the kids in that class. Not too long ago (2 years I think) one of the boys from that class committed suicide. I think he was 13. There was something about that class that got to me. It made me sad. They were almost all fighters and had very little faith in adults. They didn't trust too many people and most of them had attitudes that made it really tough to teach them. I tried my best to reach them...but so many of them needed something I just didn't have enough to give. You know about the squeaky wheel getting the oil ~ I had a room full of squeaky wheels that year...and I remember the loudest one very vividly. I often wonder where he is and if he'd remember me. I would hope that he would and that he maybe changed a little...but I doubt it. Thinking back to that year makes me glad I'm a Stay at Home mom these days.

Amy's Contest

Okay ya'll ~ hehe ~ Amy is having a contest. It's pretty simple and has some nifty prizes. The first step is to advertise the contest on your blog...so here it is!

Amy is having a contest! Go check it out! It starts tomorrow! Tell her I sent you, maybe I'll get brownie points. :)

Oh and while your at it you can check out her hubby, Michael, too. Not check him out...check his blog out...or check him out, I guess. Tell Amy what a good choice she made. :)

Good Luck to all! :)

Clean House ~ I'm annoyed

Last night I got the remote. Jerry was doing something on the computer and he tossed me the remote as I laid on the couch trying to snuggle Danika to sleep (yes, I know that's a habit we have to break...and soon).

I started watching In The Womb on the National Geographic Channel...but it made me want to be pregnant again so I decided to watch something else. Clean House was airing their "Messiest House in the Country" episode...I thought it may inspire me to clean my house so I turned it on. I watched the whole thing and in the end it just really ticked me off. I mean those women didn't seem to appreciate what they were given at all.

First of all, their house was the messiest house in the country by far. Literally, they didn't have an inch of space in which to live. The youngest daughter (there were 3 women living in the house ~ mom and 2 daughters...probably in their late 20's early 30's) admitted to never eating at home because there was no where to sit and eat! The mother's room had so much stuff on the bed that the only way she could have possibly slept was scrunched up where the pillows were...the floor and closets were packed full of crap. There were boxes and papers and junk in every room...every inch of every room. I can't even imagine how someone's house gets like that...it was truly awful.

These women kept everything. They won a home makeover because of their pack rat behavior and it ticked me off. Not only did they not have to pay a thing to get their house totally redone (new furniture, new appliances, new carpet, new paint, new window treatments, new bedding, new high def tvs), they were purged of their belongings. I know that is the point of the show ~ declutter. These women were holding on so tightly to their things that they actually went through the stuff in the yard sale and carted things off in the other daughter's car. They fought tooth and nail when the time came to get rid of junk. I guess, in their defense, they were holding on to certain items for reasons we all do. A lot of the things reminded them of their father/husband who died three years prior. Then there was the older daughter who was planning on moving "someday" and had bought things to take with her when she does...buckets, pots and pans, etc. By the time the Clean Home crew was done the house looked amazing. I think they totally wasted their time, though. I fully expect that these women will just let the junk pile up again. It may take a while, but they really didn't seem to appreciate or understand what anyone did for them.

That ticked me off. When I watch (and I've only done this a handful of time) Extreme Home Makeover I am so touched by the stories and you can tell that the families they help are truly thankful. I wanted to slap these women. All of them. Especially the mother...and then I wanted to burn everything in her closet. I will admit that she seemed "better" by the end.

The money they raised from their yard sale (around $1,800) went to the American Stroke Foundation (I think that's right) because they won a free makeover so the money went to a charity of their choice. The husband/father died of a stroke and they chose that charity. That was pretty cool...but all in all the show just made me mad. Okay, mad and a little bit jealous...anyone want to come declutter my house and redo it? You can start with the bathroom.

I don't think I'll be watching again.

Blasted Peter Pan

The Easter Bunny brought Nate Peter Pan in his Easter Basket last year. I know he was only a year and a half and I was lucky if he would sit still for an entire Baby Einstein video. Recently, he got a cold. I thought it might be fun to watch a movie and "veg" out on the couch. I popped Peter Pan in...just to see if it would keep his interest.

We have now watched it twice a day since then...that means I've watched Peter Pan a total of 7 times since Friday.

Now, I use to think Tinkerbell was a cute fairy. I'm starting to feel like she's an evil twit. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the hour I have to do something (like post on my blog) while he intently watches this little flying bucket of hormones. Seriously, though...I must not have been paying attention much when I watched Peter Pan in the past. Peter is apparently one hot bachelor that all the girls want to get with. First, Tink gets all hot and bothered (she even turns a lovely shade of red and tries to murder the "Wendy-bird") because Peter shows interest in Wendy. Then Wendy gets her panties in wad because Tigerlily is "grateful" when Peter saves her life. Oh...and the mermaids...they only wanted to drown Wendy out of jealousy. I never knew what a soap opera Peter Pan was.

Of course, Nate doesn't watch it because of the girl drama. He's totally into Captain Hook and that ticking Croc. Couldn't pic a better role model for my son than a man who smokes 2 cigars at once and has a huge life consuming grudge (I'd probably have a grudge if someone fed my hand to the Croc, too).

The one question I have (okay...I could probably come up with more, but this one bugs me) is how on earth could Mr and Mrs Darling leave their three children unattended to go to a party...I mean the only "adult" was Nanna ~ the dog tied up outside. Wendy's not even out of the nursery, yet...and they left the three of them alone to go out. (BTW the idea of a nursery is pretty cool...wish I had a room big enough to make one.

Nate's beckoning me to come watch with him...so I'm off to watching the little flying bucket of hormones and Wendy duke it out for the attention of a boy in tights. What fun. :)

It was bound to happen...

I'm sick. Not miserable, but definitely not great. My throat hurts. Actually, it feels like strep throat. It hurts when I swallow and it's sore all the time. I have an appointment with my PCP on Thursday ~ if it isn't better by then I'll get something for it. I'm hoping it is just a little bug.

Here's so pics from this weekend: I titled them Shiny Happy Sick Kids

How the germ passing starts

Her first nightgown

Nate after eating a doughnut ~ extra slimy

Baby girl with her dada

Nate wearing no pants ~ but daddy's socks

Redemption

I hate when I blog nasty things about my husband and the very next day he turns into the nicest guy in the world. Makes me feel like all I do is complain.

He didn't get home until after 8 last night. I wasn't so much upset that he was home that late ~ but I was upset that he called me at 4:45 and told me he'd be home soon and then didn't come home until 8. We didn't have a great evening at all...but then this morning he more than made up for it.

He was WONDERFUL today. First, he went out in the morning and bought me the doughnuts I was craving (and coffee and a breakfast sandwich and a newspaper!) for breakfast this morning. Then he played with the kids and was so good with them all morning/afternoon. He and Nate wrestled around on the floor for the first time and he even gave him a ride on his back.

After I got Nate to sleep, he played with Danika for most of the afternoon so I could do my hair and relax a little. Then he took me out to dinner with our friends Mike and Meredith while his mom and dad watched the kids. We had such a wonderful day.

I know tomorrow starts a new week with a whole new set of things to do and things I didn't do last week to creep up on me...like see my sister with a birthday present that I didn't buy yet, or my father with something for his birthday that hasn't been bought either. But tonight I'm going upstairs to get a good night's sleep and enjoy the rest of my perfect day. :)

There ~ I've set the record straight and told you the good with the bad. Now I can sleep knowing I'm not always complaining.