Oh, what a night! (late December back in '63, what a very special time for me, what a lady, what a night..... sorry, I couldn't resist)
Just when I think it can't possibly get worse, I end up holding a bucket for Miss Hollywood while she sits on the toilet at 1:30 in the morning. Poor thing managed to empty her system. At 4am, Screamy woke up - you guessed it - screaming. For the past 36 hours, he has been having sudden urges to poo and at this happened again at four o'clock. Luckily, the little dude didn't vomit.
This morning, Boys 1 and 2 were both complaining of stomach pains. Miss Hollywood said her tummy her a bit, but insisted that she was well enough to go to school. Bless her heart.
Both older gilrs are ill as well, but Miss A's is just a bad cold and she is trying to get her bum to school. Better late than never, I suppose. Kiki is only a couple days behind me on the symptom scale (though her body seems to be trying to fight a bit, while mine is continually deteriorating).
I had a bowl of rice for supper last night. My stomach has been massively cramping ever since.
Regardless, I have work to do today. I have to finish typing up some minutes that I have to email out today. AND I am determined to reclaim my foyer and dining room.
Friday, 5 March 2010
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Send Chicken Soup! STAT!
I have recently found myself envisioning life for my children, if I were seriously ill or, Heaven forbid, even dead.
Life around this house is so bloody dysfunctional when I am sick!!!!!!
The Blame Game infuriates me, especially when the one blaming could have easily woken people up when he awoke, instead of first having a half hour Morning Constitutional and then complaining that everyone was falling behind.
My hopes for this afternoon is to de-stuffed animal her bed and remake it properly, so that we can get her properly cozied in tonight. I promised her that Nessie could try sleeping on her bed for the first time, so I am hoping that all of this will be incentive to behave.
Now if only I can open up my left eye enough to see, today might not be a total write-off.
Life around this house is so bloody dysfunctional when I am sick!!!!!!
Miss Hollywood has been late for the umpteenth time in the past week and a half. Two days this week have resulted in Terry simply leaving to go to work, stating that he can't wait any longer. Therefore, two days this week have resulted in me phoning to apologize for her tardiness and a sick Kiki having to walk her little sister to school. Somehow the fact that T-man has no matching clean socks is somehow to be blamed on the older girls, as is the fact that he slept in. Huh???
The Blame Game infuriates me, especially when the one blaming could have easily woken people up when he awoke, instead of first having a half hour Morning Constitutional and then complaining that everyone was falling behind.
To make things easier tomorrow morning (TGIF!), Miss Hollywood and I will be picking out her wardrobe as soon as she gets home this afternoon. The darling has agreed to make feeding the cats her job. I hope that the extra responsibility helps steer her away from the rebelliousness that she has been overcome with over the past couple of weeks. She actually openly laughed in her father's face the other evening when he was getting upset with her. She has also been outright refusing to go to bed, so bedtime has been a struggle. And she is my best behaved child!
My hopes for this afternoon is to de-stuffed animal her bed and remake it properly, so that we can get her properly cozied in tonight. I promised her that Nessie could try sleeping on her bed for the first time, so I am hoping that all of this will be incentive to behave.
Project Hollywood is officially under way. I figure tackling her issues first will a) be easier than the other peeps' and b) stop her from constantly riling her younger brothers up....like they need any extra help there ;)
Now if only I can open up my left eye enough to see, today might not be a total write-off.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Hello Dream Home....Where Have You Been All Of My Life?!
This evening we loaded the hyper-crazy hooligans into the van for a field trip to stalk our dream home. After an argument over which dvd to watch on the ride, Kiki accidentally closing the foyer door on Little O's fingers (poor little dude) and me saying a prayer that the older girls would not kill each other while we were gone, off we headed to the 'Frew.
O was asleep within a few minutes and the other two behaved very well on the ride. Screamy, of course, konked out about 58 seconds before we reached the house and awoke 58 seconds before we reached our house, flipping out about having not seen it. He also seemed to believe that we would be buying the house, like one does a loaf of bread. Cute kiddo.
I digress....what a gorgeous house it is! All I can say is WOW. Actually it is way beyond wow. The picture that I posted does not do it justice. It looks much bigger in person as well. It is so hard not to picture a life there. T-man wants to book an appointment to see the inside. Though the thought of that makes me drool, I can't help but wonder why we are even going down this road. I am not sure that relocating to Renfrew is really the way to go. Terry is in love with the idea of a new life there; he says he has always loved and wanted to live in Renfrew (he has said the same thing about Perth and Eganville). I really just love the house. I like the idea of being closer to the cottage and mostly love the idea of getting away from the evil neighbour, but if I am honest, I know it is that beautiful house.
Now, truth be known, it wouldn't change my lifestyle too much to move to Renfrew. I certainly worry about the children. Miss Mex is very happy with her social school life and does not want to move (a year ago, she wanted to move and Kiki did not. Arg, can they never agree??) T and I even discussed the possibility of her commuting with Terry, but I tried that before and it really sucked. Though, she is much more outgoing than I ever was, so she would make friends easily.
I am exhausted and have developped pink eye in my left eye this time, so I must say good evening. Toodles.
O was asleep within a few minutes and the other two behaved very well on the ride. Screamy, of course, konked out about 58 seconds before we reached the house and awoke 58 seconds before we reached our house, flipping out about having not seen it. He also seemed to believe that we would be buying the house, like one does a loaf of bread. Cute kiddo.
I digress....what a gorgeous house it is! All I can say is WOW. Actually it is way beyond wow. The picture that I posted does not do it justice. It looks much bigger in person as well. It is so hard not to picture a life there. T-man wants to book an appointment to see the inside. Though the thought of that makes me drool, I can't help but wonder why we are even going down this road. I am not sure that relocating to Renfrew is really the way to go. Terry is in love with the idea of a new life there; he says he has always loved and wanted to live in Renfrew (he has said the same thing about Perth and Eganville). I really just love the house. I like the idea of being closer to the cottage and mostly love the idea of getting away from the evil neighbour, but if I am honest, I know it is that beautiful house.
Now, truth be known, it wouldn't change my lifestyle too much to move to Renfrew. I certainly worry about the children. Miss Mex is very happy with her social school life and does not want to move (a year ago, she wanted to move and Kiki did not. Arg, can they never agree??) T and I even discussed the possibility of her commuting with Terry, but I tried that before and it really sucked. Though, she is much more outgoing than I ever was, so she would make friends easily.
I am exhausted and have developped pink eye in my left eye this time, so I must say good evening. Toodles.
Another Day, Another Blog
Okay, so technically I have already posted today, but that doesn't matter.
My ear made me cry today. Luckily, ibuprofen is enough to take the edge off. I am in desperate need of a shower. I'm afraid of getting my ears wet, but seeing as how I disgust myself at the moment, there is little choice. Terry took the day off to take care of us sickies, but, instead of helping out, he seems intent on walking around, doing nothing. I was presumptuous enough to make a list, but between his failing eyesight and lack of observation skills, the list is sitting there being unappreciated. He did take pity on me by sweeping up the dirtpile that I had swept. Now he is upstairs.....doing something. Noone ever knows what, but I assume it is something.
Perhaps he's not. I have never met a soul before who had the ability to sit for such long periods of time just staring.....or rubbing his forehead. I would seriously be bored with myself, if I did that - hence the floor sweeping of this morning that I managed to complete between ear throbs.
After his several Mantrums of the past couple of days (I will testify to the fact that men have some sort of PMS), everyone is avoiding him. I am not really avoiding him, but merely too weak to climb the staircase to satisfy my curiosity.
Now on to much more lighthearted things. I spent yesterday reading 2 different Bachelor Recap blogs. Both are Texans and both are ridiculously hilarious. Lincee Ray's blog is http://www.ihategreenbeans.com/ and some guy from austin is at www.guyinaustin.blogspot.com .
If I don't move to Renfrew, perhaps I will move to Texas.
Back to complaining for a moment - if T-man so desperately wants to move, should he not be taking advantage of this day off to make the house look a bit better....he could finish the bathroom paint job that he started FOUR months ago.
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Alrighty, just checked on him. He was lying down. Some medication he took is making him feel sick. I should feel worse for him, but honestly, this seems to happen everytime he is home. Maybe I am simply feeling bitter because I have been getting worse for a week and a half now, with little sympathy from him.
Time to force myself to do at least one chore from my list. If I am going to be miserable and in agony, I might as well make myself feel better by accomplishing something. Almost time to take more pain meds. Woot!!!!
My ear made me cry today. Luckily, ibuprofen is enough to take the edge off. I am in desperate need of a shower. I'm afraid of getting my ears wet, but seeing as how I disgust myself at the moment, there is little choice. Terry took the day off to take care of us sickies, but, instead of helping out, he seems intent on walking around, doing nothing. I was presumptuous enough to make a list, but between his failing eyesight and lack of observation skills, the list is sitting there being unappreciated. He did take pity on me by sweeping up the dirtpile that I had swept. Now he is upstairs.....doing something. Noone ever knows what, but I assume it is something.
Perhaps he's not. I have never met a soul before who had the ability to sit for such long periods of time just staring.....or rubbing his forehead. I would seriously be bored with myself, if I did that - hence the floor sweeping of this morning that I managed to complete between ear throbs.
After his several Mantrums of the past couple of days (I will testify to the fact that men have some sort of PMS), everyone is avoiding him. I am not really avoiding him, but merely too weak to climb the staircase to satisfy my curiosity.
Now on to much more lighthearted things. I spent yesterday reading 2 different Bachelor Recap blogs. Both are Texans and both are ridiculously hilarious. Lincee Ray's blog is http://www.ihategreenbeans.com/ and some guy from austin is at www.guyinaustin.blogspot.com .
If I don't move to Renfrew, perhaps I will move to Texas.
Back to complaining for a moment - if T-man so desperately wants to move, should he not be taking advantage of this day off to make the house look a bit better....he could finish the bathroom paint job that he started FOUR months ago.
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Alrighty, just checked on him. He was lying down. Some medication he took is making him feel sick. I should feel worse for him, but honestly, this seems to happen everytime he is home. Maybe I am simply feeling bitter because I have been getting worse for a week and a half now, with little sympathy from him.
Time to force myself to do at least one chore from my list. If I am going to be miserable and in agony, I might as well make myself feel better by accomplishing something. Almost time to take more pain meds. Woot!!!!
Two Blogs in Six Hours....Sure beats One Blog in all of 2008!
The meds that were supposed to konk me out did no such thing, so here I am at midnight, too tired to concentrate on watching my beloved Lost on timeshifting. I, of course, missed the original showing 3 hours ago...T-man was having what I like to call a Mantrum and was best sitting alone downstairs brooding, while I forced my eyes open with toothpicks and tried to convince the hooligans that sleeping was a good thing.
I, just moments ago, happened upon an awesome blog by my soul sistah and favourite future in-law, J-Buck. She is a rock star. My anxiety cripples me at times. Hers, makes a wonderful blog about fun fabrics, smelly candles and yummy recipes. Hats off to her! I admire and am inspired by her. If I ever recover from this plague, I think I will attempt to embrace housewifery the way that Julie has.
Oh, this is the house to which, I dream of moving...........
It's in Renfrew - an hour away. It's only about 20 minutes away from the cottage. How perfect is that?! I would probably drive my mom nuts if we went to the cottage that often, yet the proximity to that lovely lake, makes me giddy!
The thought of ever moving scares me to death. Our house would need to be purged so flipping much before even considering putting our house on the market. By that time, my beautiful dream home would be sold, so for the time being this is simply a fantasy.....a really nice fantasy. You should see the pictures of the kitchen!!! Oh wait, I can show you ;)
Now that's a kitchen! Pretty, pretty! Enough exclamation marks!!!! According to Google Maps, the house is a 2 minute walk to the public school and a 15 minute walk to the high school, which wouldn't matter since I always end up driving anyway. Actually the Google Earth map - which makes me feel like a peeping Tom - seems to have the house directly across the street from the public school. Not sure about that though. I obviously would NOT be driving children across the street.
Miss A doesn't want to move because, she informed me, "I actually have a life". Seeing as the rest of us don't and Kiki desperately wants a change of scenery, if it came down to it, Miss A would have to "have a life" somewhere else. Like I previously stated though, this is simply a really nice fantasy. I really am troubled by even the thought of uprooting my children, eventhough I truly believe that they would have a wonderful life out there.....and certainly a nicer, bigger house, with a fair sized yard and so much more space to play.
The other aspect, is the ever present, evil neighbour. It is very hard to picture living beside such a miserable, spiteful, unstable wretch for the next couple of years. IT IS NO WAY FOR MY CHILDREN TO LIVE!!!! Nor for the adults. It's like living in a prison, not a home...always paranoid of doing something to provoke the mental case in the next cell.
Darn you Ottawa Housing Prices for being so high!!
I am feeling completely drained now, so I will head to bed and hopefully dreams of big old houses with modern kitchens will dance in my head.
Tiffy out!
I, just moments ago, happened upon an awesome blog by my soul sistah and favourite future in-law, J-Buck. She is a rock star. My anxiety cripples me at times. Hers, makes a wonderful blog about fun fabrics, smelly candles and yummy recipes. Hats off to her! I admire and am inspired by her. If I ever recover from this plague, I think I will attempt to embrace housewifery the way that Julie has.
Oh, this is the house to which, I dream of moving...........
It's in Renfrew - an hour away. It's only about 20 minutes away from the cottage. How perfect is that?! I would probably drive my mom nuts if we went to the cottage that often, yet the proximity to that lovely lake, makes me giddy!
The thought of ever moving scares me to death. Our house would need to be purged so flipping much before even considering putting our house on the market. By that time, my beautiful dream home would be sold, so for the time being this is simply a fantasy.....a really nice fantasy. You should see the pictures of the kitchen!!! Oh wait, I can show you ;)
Now that's a kitchen! Pretty, pretty! Enough exclamation marks!!!! According to Google Maps, the house is a 2 minute walk to the public school and a 15 minute walk to the high school, which wouldn't matter since I always end up driving anyway. Actually the Google Earth map - which makes me feel like a peeping Tom - seems to have the house directly across the street from the public school. Not sure about that though. I obviously would NOT be driving children across the street.
Miss A doesn't want to move because, she informed me, "I actually have a life". Seeing as the rest of us don't and Kiki desperately wants a change of scenery, if it came down to it, Miss A would have to "have a life" somewhere else. Like I previously stated though, this is simply a really nice fantasy. I really am troubled by even the thought of uprooting my children, eventhough I truly believe that they would have a wonderful life out there.....and certainly a nicer, bigger house, with a fair sized yard and so much more space to play.
The other aspect, is the ever present, evil neighbour. It is very hard to picture living beside such a miserable, spiteful, unstable wretch for the next couple of years. IT IS NO WAY FOR MY CHILDREN TO LIVE!!!! Nor for the adults. It's like living in a prison, not a home...always paranoid of doing something to provoke the mental case in the next cell.
Darn you Ottawa Housing Prices for being so high!!
I am feeling completely drained now, so I will head to bed and hopefully dreams of big old houses with modern kitchens will dance in my head.
Tiffy out!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Wanted: Doctor That Makes House Calls
Let me start by saying, OUCH!
I have not had an ear infection in years and I think I'm making up for lost time. Last night was pure hell; I considered making T-man take today off, but then when I awoke this morn, it wasn't so bad. I couldn't hear out of my left ear, but it wasn't hurting. Then, just as a child's fever starts to rise in the evening, so has the darned pain.
Ow-freaking-ch!!!!
Think I will take some of those wonky pills my mom gave me and hope that I can hold onto enough sanity to watch Lost tonight. I'm not feeling too hopeful for the sanity thing, but I'm pretty sure that my family will keep the volume loud enough to prevent me from nodding off.
Update on Nessie:
On Saturday afternoon, I dragged my tired, sciatic, bum to Navan to pick up the little darling. She is a complete sweetheart! My only complaint (other than occasionally piddling on the floor) is her desire to hunt the cats. FUN TIMES.
Shelly seems to have accepted her fate, but young Seamus is feeling absolutely disgusted and betrayed by us. I really hope he comes around and starts playing with Miss Nessie soon. They make a cute pair of bookends, with her prancing around behind him wherever he goes. Too cute.
Off to my comfy chair to snuggle up under the covers and try to miraculously recover in the next 2 hours 45 minutes. Wish me luck!
I have not had an ear infection in years and I think I'm making up for lost time. Last night was pure hell; I considered making T-man take today off, but then when I awoke this morn, it wasn't so bad. I couldn't hear out of my left ear, but it wasn't hurting. Then, just as a child's fever starts to rise in the evening, so has the darned pain.
Ow-freaking-ch!!!!
Think I will take some of those wonky pills my mom gave me and hope that I can hold onto enough sanity to watch Lost tonight. I'm not feeling too hopeful for the sanity thing, but I'm pretty sure that my family will keep the volume loud enough to prevent me from nodding off.
Update on Nessie:On Saturday afternoon, I dragged my tired, sciatic, bum to Navan to pick up the little darling. She is a complete sweetheart! My only complaint (other than occasionally piddling on the floor) is her desire to hunt the cats. FUN TIMES.
Shelly seems to have accepted her fate, but young Seamus is feeling absolutely disgusted and betrayed by us. I really hope he comes around and starts playing with Miss Nessie soon. They make a cute pair of bookends, with her prancing around behind him wherever he goes. Too cute.
Off to my comfy chair to snuggle up under the covers and try to miraculously recover in the next 2 hours 45 minutes. Wish me luck!
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Puppy Mills and Broken Hearts
Happy 2 years to the day since my last blog. Have I mentioned how positively crappy I am at blogging?
Drum roll please....I drove on the Queensway today. I hate the Queensway, but I did it anyway. My palms were all sweaty and I was shaking, but I made it. Small accomplishments are a great boost to the ego. The reason that I was on the Queensway was that we were visiting a puppy rescue shelter today in Navan.
My heart is now broken. We were going there to meet a little girl Westie, named Nessie. She is a smaller, gentler, yellower version of Seamus. She was a very sweet dog and it broke my heart to have to drive away without her. We have filled out the paperwork and now have to convince Terry that we have to save her. He seems resigned to the fact that we may be getting another dog. He's definitely going to be pushing for living in the country now!
One day at a time....I may actually post again about whether or not we bring Nessie into the family. The poor thing deserves a loving home after being in a puppy mill for her whole life. Heart. Is. Breaking.
Drum roll please....I drove on the Queensway today. I hate the Queensway, but I did it anyway. My palms were all sweaty and I was shaking, but I made it. Small accomplishments are a great boost to the ego. The reason that I was on the Queensway was that we were visiting a puppy rescue shelter today in Navan.
My heart is now broken. We were going there to meet a little girl Westie, named Nessie. She is a smaller, gentler, yellower version of Seamus. She was a very sweet dog and it broke my heart to have to drive away without her. We have filled out the paperwork and now have to convince Terry that we have to save her. He seems resigned to the fact that we may be getting another dog. He's definitely going to be pushing for living in the country now!
One day at a time....I may actually post again about whether or not we bring Nessie into the family. The poor thing deserves a loving home after being in a puppy mill for her whole life. Heart. Is. Breaking.
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