J.S.Y.K. (Just So You Know)

Right before downtown Atlanta, which in my opinion was downtown Atlanta, the speed limit is 55 not 81MPH.

We have been informed by a man in uniform and have it documented.

Now I wonder how much it will be affecting our bank account.....I'm sure we'll find out...

Crazy Busy

Ok, this has been a post drought for me! I have been too busy. Several things to post about, but haven't had the time for a few reasons:
#1. went out of town for the weekend
#2. Daddy out of town all week
#3. babysitter drama (Miss Bug says 'no' to babysitter)
#4. Big Brother has strep throat

So I've had NO time to even hardly check email let alone post! It has made me sad! I have one interesting post to discuss, but will have to do it this afternoon. I went out of town last weekend and was gone for 2 nights (yesssss!). I went to go and visit my friend who is in outpatient therapy for alcohol addiction. This is her second time--first time she was in inpatient. This time it is outpatient and she invited me to a family night. I happily went. It was amazing. I'm looking forward to hearing what you guys have to say.

Hope you have a great Friday! Maybe I'll get to do a Friday Fill-in too--a special treat!

Sedation Shesmation...

So I'm a little on edge. Today we take Big Brother to the dentist for his sedation. The background of this is a long story and if you look back in my previous posts you will find more about this. I haven't figured out how to link stuff from previous posts to my current posts yet.

Anyway, long story short--took Big Brother to dentist at 3 1/2. He did great. They cleaned teeth and found a cavity. We went back, had it filled, they found another. The second time I decided it would be best for him to go to a Pediatric Dentist because he was beginning to get upset with the shots and such. The first two times he was SUCH a trooper, definitely more courageous than his momma, but I digress.

We go to Pediatric Dentist. They take x-rays and find 6 more cavities! (And yes, we actually brush his teeth. That's yet another long story.) So, they go in to put a crown on one filling that had fallen out (WTH?) after about 30 minutes I hear my kid crying. Ok. Screaming. (You aren't allowed to go back there once they begin because you might cause unnecessary drama. Me? Drama? Me want to go apesh*t on somebody when my baby starts crying?Nahhhh.) I try not to freak out and politely inform the receptionist (who seems oblivious to the fact that a small child is wailing--MY small child) that that is indeed my offspring and what the h*ll is going on?

Big Brother was struggling. And who can blame him? I've never even had a crown. Yes they used nitrous oxide (goofy gas) and a shot but he was just 'done'. The dentist said with the amount of cavities that he has that we should sedate him.

So a bazillion phone calls later to insurance --dental and medical--and we get it covered--almost $250 deductible and then they pay 90%. Today is the day. They have a Pediatric Anesthesiologist come one day a month to help out with these types of things. Your appointment time is based upon your age. Youngest kids go first.

Our appointment time is 12:15PM. This means I set alarm for 5:30am to wake up my son so I can feed him breakfast. He can have no food for 6 hours before and then no fluids for 3 hours before. For the love of all that's holy, pray for me everybody. Pray that Big Brother can last without too many meltdowns without food for this long and then without liquid. Pray that I can handle it when they give my baby a shot to knock him out so they can take him back and put an IV in his foot. Pray that they get everything they need to get done in his mouth once and for all (for now!). Pray that he wakes up calmly. Pray that this mama can keep herself sane through this procedure.

Yes, I know it's not like a transplant, but this is the biggest deal we've had in our family so far and we are very, very blessed. But I'm still concerned.

So for all you readers/lurkers who don't comment, now is the time. I need support from you. Just to know that you read this, you said a positive thought/mantra/prayer/lit a candle in my kid's honor, etc. would be extremely calming and reassuring to this mama.

Thanks and I'll let you know how it goes. It is only 7:30 in the morning and so far so good.

PS. While I was typing this the phone rang. Dentist office--a little one got sick so we're moved to 11:15am. Hallelujah! Were you guys thinking about us and praying already? Thanks!

Fender Bender for the Plaid Girl

Warning: This post should be rated R for language...

Yes, the title says it all. I don't even know where to start. I swear, this must be the shittiest 2 weeks I've ever had. I guess it could be worse, but damn, it sure is sucking right now.

So, I make plans for drinks/appetizers with friends and then to see the Sex & The City movie last night. I get in the car, drive up I-95 and then as I'm getting off at the exit ramp I stop b/c there is a red light. I'm listening to my man (John Mayer) and so excited to just be out and away from home and small children. I am stopped. The next thing I know I hit the car in front of me. WTF? I didn't even know I hit her until the lovely bang I hear. I guess I took my foot off of the brake.

I drive a Honday Odyssey (my husband calls it the Loser Cruiser) and the woman in front is in a Suburban (freaking tank). The first thing I see is her rear bumper. Minor ding. Minor. So I'm thinking I won't be that bad. HOLY SHIT> looks horrible. I have her trailer hitch imprinted on my front bumper along with several scratches and dents. I swear, I thought I was going to throw up right there. The whole time I'm thinking, 'How in the hell did I do this?" I still am pondering it. I'm now wondering if I subconsciously thought she was going so I accelerated b/c I really don't see how it did the damage that it did if I just crept up on her........

The lady was a mom and so nice and probably close to my age. She was so nice and felt sorry for me and said she was glad that we both were ok. So, we are trying to decide if we should call the cops b/c we both know whose fault it was (mine) and we are both unhurt and our vehicles are drivable. We are both calling our insurance and a Georgia State Patrol drives up.....welcome Officer Jerkface.

He did the typical 'license and registration' and blah blah blah. He actually took forever and the other lady and I were both wondering what the hell he was doing...being thorough--using some tool to mark what happened, etc. and writing up an accident report. And then writing up my TICKET. WTF?

So, he comes over and I see the paper (for some reason I recognize it--I wonder why?). I say, "I'm getting a ticket?" He says, "Yes, for this to happen you were following too closely. That is what I'm citing you for. Though you can take it to court if you want." And then continues to say how I can take it to the judge. I can contest it. I can talk to a judge. Really, you can take it to court. Seriously, he says it like 6 times. I GOT IT. THANK YOU. SHUT UP. I finally said, "It's fine." But I was thinking, " SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT. UP."

I just didn't have the heart to go to the movie. I was just so upset. I just knew my hubby was going to KILL me. He didn't and was very sweet. I am just so upset with myself. He just told me that I need to pay better attention. He also asked me if I was on the phone. NO I WASN'T. I PROMISE. Seriously, I wasn't. I'd probably feel a little better if I was b/c then I'd have more of a reason or something to blame. But, nope. Just stupidity I guess......or daydreaming or ???

So, that is me. I also had a metal Gator tag on the front and part of it broke off and is all smashed (No comments necessary from the Peanut Gallery--Clemsongirl!).

I took it in to check my damage. So far it's $1600. New bumper, possibly grill, and something to do with the air conditioner. And the nice little old man told me to be checking b/c my air conditioner might not work like it is supposed to---and yes, I noticed when I put the air on 60 degrees that it wasn't that cold. Usually in my car it is freezing if you do that. Granted it is 100bazillion degrees in S. Georgia right now, so I'm wondering if that is it. I. Seriously. Doubt. It.

And here's the clincher-my in-laws and family are coming on Saturday to Miss Bug's baptism. We're talking MIL, FIL, BIL, SIL and all my family too. I'm sure I'll get an earful. I am thinking about pretending like I don't know it's there and then whenever someone mentions it, I'll be like, "What happened? What are you talking about?"

What do you think?

Or So I Just THOUGHT....

we were going to Orlando.

When your kid wakes up at 1:30am with a 103.5 fever and you administer Motrin and then he immediately throws up in your cupped hands you begin to wonder if it is really worth it??? I was still thinking as I change his shirt that has puke on the arm (that didn't go into said cupped hands), "Okay. He is just reacting adversely to the fact that he just woke up and I gave him more meds. It just upset his tummy." So, he cries and cries. Breaks my heart. Then I wait a few minutes and let him calm down. Then I try again, more slowly this time, to administer meds again. It works. I'm still thinking we can do this.

Then he finally falls asleep at 3am. And that is when I hear his breathing. His lymph nodes/tonsils (whatever) are so swollen that they begin to block his airway. Yes, scary. This has happened before. He kind of alternates between breathing through his mouth and nose and it is like snoring but scarier and you can just tell he is having a hard time breathing. I laid there and just listened to him breathe for quite some time. I had been asking God to give me a sign, and that was it. You just don't mess around with the whole lack of oxygen thing, ya know?

Then Miss Bug wakes up at 5 fussing and I go put the Nuk back into her mouth. Then she's up for the day at 6AM. WTH?

At 6:30am, I called the resort where we had reservations and explained that I had called the previous day saying we might need to cancel, and now I know we need to because my son had gotten sicker. She cancelled with no problem. Full money back. Thank goodness. I can surely use that $200 for something else.

I then call the babysitter to tell her. I thought her phone would be off, but she answered. Poor thing. I told her to go back to sleep that we were not going and to call me later. She said she was sorry that my son was feeling so bad. She is wonderful.

Big Brother sleeps until 10:30am when I go and wake him up myself. He is burning up again, so I get Tylenol in him and he's just now finished 4 crackers. I've got to get the antibiotic in him but don't want him to throw it up. So, I just gave him 4 more crackers. The pharmacist recommended 12 hours between dosages, but that won't happen today. I need to get 2 full doses in there!

I also had to call the neighbors that were going to watch our dog. Geez, it's amazing what all you have to go through to make/cancel plans when you have a family, isn't it?

I'm going to pay the babysitter 1/2 of what we were going to pay her for her troubles. Does this sound reasonable? I had told her a couple of days ago that this might happen and she was here when I took Son to doctor, so she wasn't very surprised. What do you think?

Now I have a cute outfit, special deodorant, etc and no place to wear it. I texted my friends and told them I just couldn't come. Sometimes it sucks being a grown up and having to make mature, responsible decisions.

I did make plans to go see Sex and the City tomorrow possibly if Hubby will watch the kids.

Oh and BTW, Hubby, has been out of town since early Tuesday morning. He gets home this afternoon. I think I deserve at least that,yes?

I'm just saying...

PS. The pediatrician said it is unlikely that Miss Bug (7 months old) will get strep. He said it usually happens in children over a year old. Do we believe what he is saying?

Strep throat...

is what Big Brother has.......after 3240348393 minutes at the doctors office. I HATE going to the Drs. office. Prescribed penicillin. He slept from 2:30-5:00. I had to wake him up...

And yes, we're still going to Orlando. He'll be fine once his antibiotic kicks in.

Babysitter did great with Miss Bug (7 months old). I was THRILLED. Or should I say Miss Bug did great with Babysitter? :)