Tuesday's car accident is old news.   So then Weds arrived with a bad ice strom, but the trooper I was, I went to work.  My trainee called out cause she had the stomach flu.  And then my friend Jen called out.  It was just me.  I figured, how busy could it be with an ice storm?  Well don't you know, the restaurant filled up.  I was working 10 tables when I heard my phone beep.  When I grabbed my cell, I saw that I had 10 text messages from Ben.  I quickly pulled one up and saw something about puke.  So I put my hands free on and called home as I continued working my tables. 


The short was that Baby Kit had a stomach bug.  He has been projectile vomiting for awhile.  Ben never had the kids on his own when they have been sick.  So in-between, can I help you, here is your food, be right over with your soda.... I was explaining, not to give Baby Kit anything until he has stopped vomiting, after an hour has gone by start giving him a table spoon of water every 10 minutes and if he keeps that down, then to call me back for the next set of instructions.  Also telling him how to look for signs of dehydration and if if Baby Kit gets really bad to call 911.  My work is 25 mins from home and of course I had the car with the kid's car seats.

I looked like a crazy person talking to myself as I went from table to table.  And then there was the blue flashing of my handsfree that intrigued everyone.  By the end of the night, all of my customers knew that I had a sick baby at home.  And my cowokers were in love with my cordless handsfree and phone. 

So once thing slowed down, I ran to the pharmacy across the street some Pedaylite ice pops and then drive home with zero visiability.  What normally took 20-25 minutes took almost an hour.

As soon as I walked in the door, my boy had his hands up for me to take him.  After a few hours, I got him to sleep.  Did I mention that I was having company the next day and where I was supposed to be making food for the next day and cleaning up, my house was now smelling of vomit?

So Ben and I started cleaning as I cooked.  We were having a belated Christmas celebration with my wack-a-doodle and her husband and my parents.  I called my family and warned them the Kit was sick, but they said no problem.  Finally, very late, we finished cleaning and most of my food was made.  All I needed to do the next day was heat it and make my cesaer salad.  So off to bed we went.  (It goes with out saying that as soon as we laid down, Baby Kit woke up and wanted to sleep with mommy.  Luckily he only barfed once and it was breast milk.  Not that any barf isn't gross, but for some reason, this didn't bother me.,..)

So Thusday rolled around too quickly.  School was cancelled for Samantha cause all the ice.  We took Kit to his well baby visit.  Oddly enough, we did have a well baby visit scheduled for Thurs., which worked out well with the timing of his tummy bug.  On a good note, Kit is now in the 90th precentil for height at 31.5 inches and 70th for weight at 24 lbs.  He is waaaay ahead of everything (of course, lol!) and the docs were so pleased.  The doc asked me if I was still bfing on demand as well as Kit eating 3 meals a day.  I said I was still bfing.  He said that great and that when it came to bfing they liked for the moms to decide when they are ready to wean.  That pleased me.  I like docs who are on the same page as me w/ bfing.  I firmly believe that  kids let you know when they are ready for the next stage.  Sam was ready to wean at this age, Kit is not.

So we were hopeful that luck was beginning to change.  We got home and I got the baked penne in the oven and the kids to sleep on the sofa with me while listening to some classical.  Ben was settling in to play a game on the computer when all of a sudden the power went out!  So I called the elelctric company and they said that the power should be back on at around 6.  It was currently 12.  The question was how am I going to finish making lunch? 

Ben then thought of the idea to finish making my baked penne in the bbq, which was in the garage.  So I was now serving BBQ Baked Penne.  But it worked!  I got out many candles and opened ever window blind.  It made a unique atmosphere, but it was fun.  Wack-a-doodle and her DH were very generous with the kiddos.  They made out, once again, like bandits!  They had a good time playing.

As we were winding down, I called the electric company again to get an update and the power was now not scheduled to come back on until Sat.  I started to laugh.  Everyone asked why I was laughing.  I explained about when the power was going to come back on.  They thought that was an odd thing to laugh at.  I further explained that it meant we were going to stay at a hotel and have a mini vacation!  Ben thought I was nuts, but in seconds I was on the phone and found a hotel that was 20 mins away.  They had a suite with a kitchen, a pool and were going to give us a discount rate of 107 opposed to their 145 cause we were having electric problems.  Cool!

So I packed up everyone, our stuff and our food.  Ben said I was bringing too much crap.  But there was no way that I was leaving tons of food in the fridge to go bad and stink the place up. It either was going with us or in the trash.  The same with the freezer.  Ben was a little crabby; but, my feeling was that there are just things that happen in life.  You have to roll with the punches, make the best of it and make a memory of it.  This was going to be one of those times.

Once we got the hotel Ben brightened up.  After we unpacked, we got changed and went swimming!  It was fun.  It was a little pool with no life guard and we were the only ones there.  Sam was like a little fish.  Baby Kit cried at first, but we sat on the step for awhile until he got used to it.  Before long, he was splashing and laughing.  An hour later, we decided it was time to go home.  We got out and dried the kiddos off first.  Ben wanted to change into his sweats,  So in a corner, he peeled off his suit and started to change. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Changing, " he answered.  "There is no one here."

"Maybe," I said pointing to two survaliance cameras.  "But that doesn't mean that security isn't getting quite the show!"  We both started laughing and he put his pants on really fast.

When we got to the room, it wasn't long before Sam started saying that she had bugs.  We thought she had a stuffed nose.  I picked her up to wipe her nose when she projectile vomited across the floor.  That was the start of a VERY long evening for poor Sam.  She vomitted so many times, spiked a fever and had the chills.  Ben slept with Sam on the sofa and I had the boy with me in the bed.  Not that I didn't wake everytime she got up.

At about 9 PM, I knew that I wasn't feeling well, but I was despartley trying to talk myself out of it.  As the eveing went on it got worse and worse.  I was laying next to Baby Kit praying that I wasn't going to puke all over him.  Well around midnight, the vomit won.  Between Sam and I, we used every trashcan as well as visiting the toliet two dozen times.  Then the other end decided it wanted to go on me.  I told Ben that when I had a "CODE S" that meant that puke went into the trashcan cause my ass wasn't getting up.  I sat for a long time with a bucket between my legs.  GROSS.

The best way I can describe it is it felt like when you drank too much and were going to puke.  Only when you are drunk, you have distorted time and it doesn't seem like it was as long as it was when you look back on it.  When you are just sick, you are aware of every painful minute.  This wasn't quite the min vacation I was thinking about!

Sam and I both spiked fevers.  The next day, she slept ALL day.  Ben was great with the kiddos and really tried to get me sleep.  Any man who will let his kids puke all over him and not complain is ok with me.  With me being so sick too, I needed him to take care of Sam.  Sam's fever finally broke yesterday.

Late yesterday our power came back on.  The hotel was so nice and only charged us for one day even though we were there way past check out.  Everyone was so glad to be home.  I did too much though and my fever went thru the roof.  I was under 3 blankets and still shivering to no end.  I slept from 5 PM last nite until 8:30 AM (With getting up to boob the boy and settle Sam a few times).  Can I tell you, I am still tired!

Today Baby Kit is eating but pooping a lot and it is loose.  Sam is just quiet but no fever.  She just napped for 4 hours.  And I am taking Tylenol and still feel a little quesy. 

I spoke with my mom this morning.  My dad, Wack-a-doodle, and her DH all started puking yesterday.  Today my mom started as well.  Also, our neighbor's daughter got it and Ben said he is beginning not to feel so well. 

Hopefully next week will be brighter? 



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Kit got the stomach buh on Weds nite.  Our power went out yesterday and wasn't to be back on for days.  We had make arrangements to stay else where.  And then last night Sam and I came down w/ the stomach flu.  Can we say A LOT of vomit?

I will blog more later and give more details.  This week has really sucked.

On the way to work, I stopped at the stop sign.  Well the car behind me did not.  When it happened, I got out of the car.   The car behind me had a smashed bumper.  Luckily the car was lower than my SUV and my car was pretty much untouched.  There was a bit of the other car's paint on the bottom of my bumper.

I asked the man if he was ok and he said yes.  He then started to ramble.  I ingored his rambling so I could access the situation.  He was fine, I was fine, his car had damage and mine was fine.  The accident was his fault 100%.  So I asked him if he wanted to call the police.  He said no and started rambling more.  I cut him off and said, "It's ok buddy."  He then got quiet.  I shook his hand and said, "Happy New Year.  Consider this your gift, but be more careful."  I then got in my car and drove off.  I decided to give the guy a break.  Good karma brings on good karma.  So I am putting  out good vibes, y'know?

I was startled so I called Ben.  Ben was upset, but once I reassurred him that I was ok, he felt better.  I felt I was lucky cause I was fine and so was the car, but most importantly, I was lucky cause the kiddos weren't with me.  I would NOT have been so calm and compassionate if my kids were in the back.

I was wearing my seat belt, so I was whipped around a little.  At work, I was busy and I was training a new girl, so I didn't really stop.  But now that I am home, the kiddos are in bed and I have had time to relax a bit, I am beginning to hurt.  I do not think that anything is dire, I just think I have a bit of whip lash.  My middle back is sore and my neck on the left side and the back is stiff.  I just hope that I do not get too stiff.  Cause in trying to be a nice guy, we did not swap info.  Oh well, I am sure that I will be fine... just a little stiff.

Life is never dull!

As most of you know, I post on a playgroup board.  Recently, a poster, who i am sure meant no harm, pissed me off.  I have been steaming over this for a few days now, so I am going to vent here!


Originally there was a post about if your husband bought you flowers.  That was a fine post.  Lots of answers.  Most men didn't, but a few did.  Interesting and fun.  Well then another poster, the one who pissed me off, makes a post how she feels bad for us - most the women on the board - cause our husbands don't buy us stuff.  She then goes on to say how her husband does and she finds that she gets gifts for sex.  (The poster who pissed me off does NOT read my blog BTW!  lol!)

Of course, I posted something PC or I'd get myself in trouble.  But what I wanted to post was "WTF?  Presents for sex?  Sounds like a protestute to me!  You feel badly for ME?  My husband doesn't need to buy sex from me, cause I give it freely.  I am married to the most tender, loving, intelligent and strong man I know!  He is my husband, lover and best friend wrapped up in one.  I don't need to be bought because if I want something, he freely gives it to me.  We don't play games.  Don't want to and don't need to.  My husband and I were able to make it through both the best and worst times together and here we are still standing strong 9 years later.  Don't you freaking judge me or pity me!"

I just found her post to be so freaking snotty and better than thou.  Different things work for different people.  Why judge me?  And I HATE when people only think their way is best.  I respect that is how they feel, but do NOT push it on me!  BLECH! BLECH! BLECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


And I felt like saying as well that if she wanted to brag about her husband then that is fine.  Make a post about something like LETS BRAG ABOUT DH'S..."  But why the heck make a post so superior and snotty.   GRRRRRRRRRRRR...........................


Ok, I have vented.  Now just a reminder... this is MY blog and this is MY vent.  I know many of you who read my blog, read the board too, but this is for here.  :)  SMOOCHIES!

Ben and I have wanted a nice, new posh tv now for awhile.  But for what we wanted, we would easliy be spending $1000.00 or more.  No matter how we have tried to justify it, there is no justification for such a purchase right now.

Well when we went to get Baby Kit's year photos done at Sears, Ben was looking in the TV dept. w/ Sam while I was making the boy smile.  When we were done, Ben asked me to come look at something.  It was a used Samsung, 32 inch., HDTV with a flat panel screen.  I think he expected me to say no way, but when I saw the word USED - I knew that bartering was VERY possible.  The TV had a few dings, but it was a 32 inch, flat panel, hdtv!


So, I went to the salesman and said I had a few questions about a TV and brought him over.  As nice as pie I asked about the warranty.  He told us that it had the same warranty as the new TVs.  I then nicely asked about the price, which I thought was too high. 

The salesman immediately starting saying that it was already reduced and that there is no way that they would go lower.  Well that is when Ben knew to become bad cop to my good cop.  We have done this before and that is how we bought my SUV below cost, lol.

Well before you knew it, the salesman revelaed that the TV had no remote control or manuel as well.  He was whole-heartedly agreeing that it was overpriced and that we would be doing him a favor by taking it off their hands.  He then explained that he was just the assistant manager and only the manager could approve a further markdown.  So he took our name and number and we took his.

The next day Ben called and went back and forth with the manager.  Well, today Ben picked up our new TV, which we got for 70% off!  WOO HOO!!!!  We got this bad boy for $300 bucks!!!!  Can you hear me screaming WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!  And we don't need the remote cause our TIVO remote will do the job just fine and we got the manuel online for free!  WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The kids were so excited with the new TV that when we brought in the house, they started hugging it.  I must confess, I wanted to hug it too!  So I am now off, to watch my new, used TV!!!!!