Yesterday- we had a rainstorm mixed with freezing ice. It looked like rain, it felt like rain-- but it froze like clear ice. As, my husband rushed around getting ready. I too, rushed around getting ready before the little monsters got up- before I was totally ready. Now, in the mist of my husband rushing, he was sure to awaken 3 out of 4. And I am still getting ready! All of a sudden, my 4 year old rushes up the stairs, "Daddy fell, Daddy fell."
Now, allow me to back up, it is not that I am unsympathetic towards my husbands aches and pains, it is that he tries to compare them with my births! He also, goes on and on to who ever will listen-- and even if you don't want to hear it-- You will! And the incident will get bigger and bigger the more times you hear it, and all I can do, is roll my eyes! Unless, he is telling his Mom! Then I still have a hard time feeling sorry for him. And, if you had something awful happen to you-- his is bigger! And as a matter of fact, JUST before the birth of each child-- something happened to HIM! And this was MY time, not his Boo-Boo time. The first child-- he cut his finger-- and hurt his back! So as I walked in labor-- he slept on the delivery bed. Birth #2-- (now this is the day I came home from the hospital)-- he decides to get the vomiting/poopy flu--- It was not my fault he sat on an infected toliet-- "How is your wife and new baby?"-- "Good, man do I feel awful-- my wife is healing fine as she cleans up after me, and my crap!" Birth #3-- as I come home from work-- not feeling so well and overdue!! My husband lie on the couch "Don't go into labor tonight, dear (always polite), I have an inner ear infection, dizzy to stand, pass out feeling and terrible head pain when I stand"--- Birth #4-- he gets the biggest, infected tunneling pimple on his butt! This had to be the best one-- I had to take him to the doctor-- (Please remember-- I am due anyday) and watch them slice & squeeze--then they have to show me how to PACK his butt so that it would not tunnel anymore! I have to do this for 1 1/2 weeks --- Also-- he was in too much pain to drive-- so I drove and I made sure I hit every bump, hole, and ditch that I could take the truck over-- him moaning in the passanger seat and holding his ---, butt! AND, as if there could be more to the story-- "He would ask people if they would like to see his bullet wound", now I wanted and felt like shooting him in the rear!! And he would compare it to giving birth!
So, now back to the fall--- As I ran down the steps, to see him sitting very ackwardly at the bottom holding his back-- I felt bad for a moment-- I think I felt more bad for me in thinking how long this was going to pan out, or is he really hurt and what isn't he going to be able to do because of his back......... He tells me he hurried out the door and fell down 3 steps! I looked out the window and there on the sidewalk was truely the outline of his butt, with two hand prints on each side! The poor man walked it off and went off to work--realizing no sympathy was going to be given, other- than "Are you Okay?" "Tylenol?" He went to work that morning with a wet butt, yes, you read correctly-- I think the girls at work give him more sympathy than I at home-- He wobbled down the steps, carefully stepping over his butt print, making sure he took one last look at the print before stepping into the truck. And away he went!
He came home later that day and said nothing! Until, we went to get into bed! He held his back-- and moaned getting into bed. "Is there a bruise?" I replied "Nope!" However, there was one as big as my hand, purple bruise! "Great," he said," it is probably going to be the type of boo-boo that waits awhile and gets super big, bright purple and lasts for a long time- to remind me of this morning!"
That you could probably compare that to, braxton hicks!
I should probably take sympathy classes, I used to laugh, and still do when he gets hurt. I don't know why I laugh-- maybe it is a nervous thing-- I am not sure of--I sometimes even laugh if something almost happened and I could see the whole thing in my head! I hear other people say the same thing-- so at least I know it is not only me!
But, my kids laughed the rest of the morning as we watched Daddy's butt print fill up with ice and then slowly melt away as the morning got warmer! And I never did get totally dressed and ready for the day-- PJ Day-- as my kids call it!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Shopping Advise
Hello-- what a crazy day! Today, I dared to take my children shopping. Despite the cold weather we wondered out of the house. We had several places we needed to go before we could go home. I hope that one day I can look back on my words of wisdom and keep my thoughts to myself. Did you ever notice all the advise Moms get from other Moms, older (wiser?) people when you take your children out shopping?
I am a Mom who-- yes, bribes her children to be good while out in public-- so as not to cause more attention than needed on a regular basis. Now, I did receive advise from a friend with whom I work with on how she takes out her 5 young children. And now I will pass that advise on to you the reader: I prep my children before we go out.... OK this is where we need to go (and I go the place of most importance first, even if it is the furthest away-- time is most precious to me and getting things done, then I explain what my expectations are when we are out. Charlie is in the shopping cart that I push, Henry walks directly behind me, Teddy pushes the cart with Sam in it. The children are not to ask for anything, touch anything, or knock any displays down. They are to use the smallest form of speaking voices, for I ignore yelling, screaming, or loud outdoor voices unless we are on a mountain trying to hear our echo. All forms of misbehavior will result in punishments to my own regard (this ultimately depends on how mad I get) and I can change the punishment at lib) Now some of you may say- well that does not seem fair! Well it is not-- punishments are not fair and is either is the negative attention-- so as to not face the criminal acts, don't act up! Now, onto the shopping--- if someone, anyone..... who sees us out shopping, eating, walking,,what ever says out loud, loud enough for ME to hear it "Wow, what well behaved children you have....." All the children will get to get treat. This treat could be a trip to the dollar store or a pick from the lines of candy at the register. Again-- this is for me to decide at lib! Now, the children are not allowed to say anything when someone comments on their behavior until we get back into the car. Now, I do like to play around with the children-- because you should see these boys stare someone down in the store, trying to get someone to make the remark. It is quite funny! Some people feel as if they have something wrong with them- -- but every once in a while someone does make the comment-- and I pretend not to hear it-- and that really gets them all going! But this sure has made shopping a lot less stressful!
So shop on good people!
Itchy Situation
January 27, 2008
Have you ever wondered why you can explain to your husband the best possible answers to having an easy day when they are home alone with the children. I always try to provide my husband with advise to help him solve every problem, like every so often check on what is exactly being watched on the Tv. If the room where the children are is quiet-- that is NOT good! If A + B happens follow through with C then D. And always follow through. Now my children have grown to understand that Daddy does things very different than Mommy. And Daddy's patience is much different than that of Daddy's. And Daddy handles stressful situations much different than that of Mommy.
Our 7 year old Henry has dry skin-- every day he absolutly loves to get rubbed down with baby lotion-- I love Johnson & Johnson's Baby Lotion-- I love the smell it leaves on the children and always wonder why adults cannot smell as fresh as child rubbed down in baby lotion! Yes, my husband would argue with me that Henry is old enough to rub his itchy spots down with lotion all by himself. (Brief little background info- I work away from the house on weekend-- and work 12 hour shifts-- so my husband is KING in his domain for the weekend -- at least I let him think so-- but anyone reading this knows it is better to let them think it- than act on it). After asking Daddy to rub all his itchy spots-- and being told that he was old enough to lotion himself-- Henry gave up hope for the day of getting rubbed down.
Later , this same night- my husband took the children to Church. We belong to a large Christian Church. And on the last Sat of each month we pass out pagers to all the parents of infants and toddlers who would like to have thier children placed in care during worship service. It isalways best to get to Church when passing out pagers at least 15 minutes early to put ones own children in care-- all 4 children. Or you are forsed to have them all behind the counter helping you in every way possible that is not helpful at all. (This would be another example of advice given to deaf ears)! So as Henry did not get the attention that he wished for all day with the rub down, he proceeded to really scratch his belly when anyone looked at him and acknowledged him in Church as the people picked up their pagers. Until, yes someone asked Henry "WOW, Henry you must have a really itchy belly!" And to everyone's surprise; Henry replied, "Yes, I have been asking for Daddy to put lotion on my itchy spots, but now I am going to really need Vagisil Wipes to help with the itching before the odor starts!"
To say the least, to everyone's surprise the look on my husband's face. Now, I must say-- when one does not watch closely to what the little ears may hear on TV, one never knows when thinkgs will be repeated. I am totally,not against TV-- but other than PBS it is hard to trust what commercials they will place on children's cartoon stations. And, to be a fly on the wall, just try to imagine my 'shock look on his face-- is totally priceless-- especially, as he tried to keep cool and collective at Church with the children. Nothing, gives me more pleasure to catch my husband off guard! So to all the husbands out there may your embarrassments happen in Church where you know that all the people are running around the corner and praying for you and your children that they may make it to the next week of Church! God Bless and Amen!
Have you ever wondered why you can explain to your husband the best possible answers to having an easy day when they are home alone with the children. I always try to provide my husband with advise to help him solve every problem, like every so often check on what is exactly being watched on the Tv. If the room where the children are is quiet-- that is NOT good! If A + B happens follow through with C then D. And always follow through. Now my children have grown to understand that Daddy does things very different than Mommy. And Daddy's patience is much different than that of Daddy's. And Daddy handles stressful situations much different than that of Mommy.
Our 7 year old Henry has dry skin-- every day he absolutly loves to get rubbed down with baby lotion-- I love Johnson & Johnson's Baby Lotion-- I love the smell it leaves on the children and always wonder why adults cannot smell as fresh as child rubbed down in baby lotion! Yes, my husband would argue with me that Henry is old enough to rub his itchy spots down with lotion all by himself. (Brief little background info- I work away from the house on weekend-- and work 12 hour shifts-- so my husband is KING in his domain for the weekend -- at least I let him think so-- but anyone reading this knows it is better to let them think it- than act on it). After asking Daddy to rub all his itchy spots-- and being told that he was old enough to lotion himself-- Henry gave up hope for the day of getting rubbed down.
Later , this same night- my husband took the children to Church. We belong to a large Christian Church. And on the last Sat of each month we pass out pagers to all the parents of infants and toddlers who would like to have thier children placed in care during worship service. It isalways best to get to Church when passing out pagers at least 15 minutes early to put ones own children in care-- all 4 children. Or you are forsed to have them all behind the counter helping you in every way possible that is not helpful at all. (This would be another example of advice given to deaf ears)! So as Henry did not get the attention that he wished for all day with the rub down, he proceeded to really scratch his belly when anyone looked at him and acknowledged him in Church as the people picked up their pagers. Until, yes someone asked Henry "WOW, Henry you must have a really itchy belly!" And to everyone's surprise; Henry replied, "Yes, I have been asking for Daddy to put lotion on my itchy spots, but now I am going to really need Vagisil Wipes to help with the itching before the odor starts!"
To say the least, to everyone's surprise the look on my husband's face. Now, I must say-- when one does not watch closely to what the little ears may hear on TV, one never knows when thinkgs will be repeated. I am totally,not against TV-- but other than PBS it is hard to trust what commercials they will place on children's cartoon stations. And, to be a fly on the wall, just try to imagine my 'shock look on his face-- is totally priceless-- especially, as he tried to keep cool and collective at Church with the children. Nothing, gives me more pleasure to catch my husband off guard! So to all the husbands out there may your embarrassments happen in Church where you know that all the people are running around the corner and praying for you and your children that they may make it to the next week of Church! God Bless and Amen!
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