It's Official

I have successfully earned the title of worst mother in America.

Maddy had a play at school Friday. I use the term "play" loosely-very loosely.

It started at 2:50. It consisted of several groups within the class performing a play that they each wrote based on the novel they just finished reading, Ruby Hollar (yeah it should be italized or underlined-moving on). Anyway, each play lasted about 7 to 10 minutes.

I could not get away from work. Now mind you it was 7 to 10 minutes-seriously. By the grace of God it is the first event I have missed since preschool.

Well...I will let you know when we will be appearing on the Dr. Phil show. To hear her tell it, I missed her High School graduation.

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Wahoo! 3 new posts in one day!

Go me.

2 Down, 1 To Go

As you can see the deck is now complete. Actually, it has been for about 2 weeks. Me, I have lost my mind, my voice and my sanity.

Why?

Total and complete stress.

I am going to find my way back to the light. I will regain my humor and my focus. I miss the old me.

Why?

Total and complete stress.

I will refocus and enjoy each day.

Wait a minute, didn't I just say this in the last blog.

I'm hopeless, completely hopeless.

Gottcha!

The tooth fairy needed to pay a visit to the Worley's this week. Maddy came home Monday missing a tooth.

This was somewhat of a surprise as we did not, or should I say, I did not know the tooth was loose. I know you're thinking that this is not surprising, but when I say I micromanage everything-I mean there is no stone unturned in our house.

She enjoyed a carmel apple sucker during lunch and in the process launched the tooth from its resting place in her gums.

Well, at 2 am I awoke to Koda whining. Time for a potty stop. I made my way downstairs to let him out. After taking care of business, I headed back upstairs anxious to go back to sleep.

As I tried to nestle back into sleep, I began dreaming that all my teeth were falling out. Common dream. Can't explain it. I just suffer through it.

Anyway, I sat straight up in bed realizing that Paul and I had both forgotten the duty of the Tooth Fairy. I frantically woke Paul up and sent him off to complete the delivery of the dinero.
30 seconds later he's back.

"Um, yeah she's awake."

"What do you mean she's awake."

"I mean, 'Hi, Daddy' she's awake."

"No she's not, sometimes she seems awake but she isn't. Try again."

30 seconds later.

"Yeah she's awake."

I proceed to take care of it because obviously this calls for mom. So off I go to cover up any chance that we have blown our cover. And honestly to see for myself because I am sure to some extent Paul is, well, inaccurate. She is absolutely asleep. I'm sure of it.

OOPS!

"Honey, what's wrong, daddy said that you're awake."

"I don't know mommy, but it's a good thing I am."

"Why is that?"

"Because Daddy's trying to steal my money!"

Attention Grabbed

OK, so God got my attention BIG TIME!

With my latest decision to "Just Say No", God apparently decided that waiting to start in a few weeks was not soon enough, so He sent Paul to the hospital via an ambulance Sunday night.

Yeah, you read that right.

Paul has been suffering from major sinus issues since the cottonwoods started blooming. Surprisingly, however he did not go to the doctor. I know you find it hard to believe with how proactive he can be when it comes to his health.

Well for me, Sunday was the last straw. I told him he could not attend the family birthday party unless he went to urgent care to see a doctor and get a prescription. You know given that his nose has tripled in size over the last four weeks. Kinda thought something might need to be addressed. Call me crazy. I mean I realize that I don't have a medical degree, but seriously.

Anyway, off he went. Got the prescription. Took the meds. Left for the movies. On the road to recovery. Yeah, not so much.

He leaned over during the movie and said the meds were making him sick. He returned 2o minutes later reporting he had been throwing up but thought he was good. Twenty minutes later off he went again.

Greg took him home.

When I got home with the kids, he told me he had blacked out in the bathroom, but thought he was improving because the time between episodes was getting longer. He tried to drink some juice. OOPS. Root Beer. Yeah not so much.

When I finally got the kids to bed, he seemed better. Next thing I know. I hear what sounded like a boulder coming through the ceiling. I ran upstairs to find Paul passed out on the bedroom floor.

I tried to wake him for a good 10 to 15 minutes. NOTHING. I called 911. They arrived to him awake, but I could not get him back in bed. They did. Took his vitals. Yeah not so great. Blood Pressure 96/47. No vein for an IV. Completely dehydrated.

After the trauma subsided and Paul was resting comfortably, we learned that he was given a double dose of his antibiotic.

You can imagine how well that sat with me.

My lesson in all of the stress-LIVE EVERY MINUTE TO THE FULLEST!

I ABSOLUTELY NEVER WANT TO FOLLOW AN AMBULANCE WITH ONE OF MY PRECIOUS LOVED ONES IN IT AGAIN!

So, if I am busy with my family...The world is taking a back seat. Starting yesterday.

Where have I been, What have I learned

I know, I know, I have not posted for a LONG time. Life has been insane at best. I have been trying to do it all.

Tell everyone, "Yes, I can do that." or "Sure no problem. I can fit that in between school pick-up, swim practice, baseball practice, and the Vet check up."

Between work, school, practices, the dog and other events and committees, I am going 24/7 on the wheel of perpetual insanity. Why? Beats me!

Who am I helping? No idea.

My kids think I'm stressed.

I feel like I'm having panic attacks-You know the ones-What did I forget? Where was I supposed to be today? Who has practice at 5 and who has it at 6? When was that due?

My husband wonders where I am half the time.

My solution?

I'm saying no to things. Why? Sanity.

Who will be mad? Likely the people I have to say no to.

How long? Until someone else says yes.

Will they get over it? Absolutely.

Will they be irritated? Maybe for awhile, but not forever.

Who will be happy? My family.

Why am I doing it? Opportunity to lower my blood pressure and smell the flowers.

How long will it last? Until I start feeling guilty again that I am letting too many people down, or I realize I actually prefer to live less stress. (I'm hoping for the latter.)

When does it start? Well, this week is pretty booked from Saturday the 30th to June 8th. So I'm thinking probably in two or three weeks. I'm sure I can make it until then without a stroke or heart attack. Right?!?

Latest Home Project

We are at it again. Or should I say Mr. Steve is at it again. I tell you, he has more creativity in one finger than I have in my whole body. Now he is building our deck. Again, it's amazing.

After 11 years in Colorado, we are finally really investing in our house. Why you ask? Well, I think I am finally convinced we are staying. Originally, we or should I say I agreed on this house because it is a great starter home for a young family. I thought we could unload it quick when Paul got transferred back to California. The place I didn't want to leave in the first place.

But time has passed and the jobs have changed, and we are still here. And I am completely thankful! My heart has really changed. Now I look at the house as our little sanctuary. It ain't big, but it ain't small either. My type A side is thankful that I can clean or should I say sanitize from top to bottom in a day. Our mortgage is less than most rent, and we can still enjoy life.

So after 11 years we are really making it ours. No time like the present.

Look How Big I Am

Koda is almost 12 weeks old and probably now close to 3 and 1/2 pounds.

As you can see, he is quite at home.

In the picture where Koda appears to be surrounded by fur, he is. He has taken charge of the oversized dogs the kids lay on to watch TV.

He has dominated them and told them whose boss. Now he snuggles in to sleep on them. It is so precious.

He is learning to fetch and the kids love it.

We took him to Hunter's practice on the leash. He was in heaven.

Wii Fit

Every year my in-laws give each of their boys and their wives a check as part of their Christmas gift. It is a very generous check that Paul and I greatly appreciate. It is unaccounted for, not for bills or practical use-it's for f-u-n. That spells fun.

This year I decided I would hold off on my purchase to see what kind of games became available for the Wii. Yes, truth be told, I am a bit of a gamer. Not like, Grand Theft Auto or anything, more like CSI detective type games.

I'm a geek. I admit it. I love the challenge of a good mind bender. I can spend hours on end playing games that require deductive reasoning skills.

I think my mom said it best. "If I hadn't been at the hospital when you were born, I'd swear they switched you." I don't process or think like anyone in my family. Shocker, I know.

Anyway, Wii came out with Wii Fit recently. I found my purchase. I even pre-ordered it to be sure that I would not have to wait while shelves were restocked due to sell out.

It came yesterday. Paul helped me sync it to the Wii. Yeah, Yeah, find my blog on my incompetence with the computer. Anyway...tonight was the big night. I embarked on my journey to Wii Fitness.

Even I know that the technology of this game is unbelievable. Within a matter of minutes, the thing calculated my BMI. That's short for Body Mass Index. It also calculated my Wii age. Depressing at best.

After that it asked me to set fitness goals. This I could embrace. My BMI-yeah not so much.

I have embarked on the Wii fit journey. In 3 months, my BMI should be down 22 points. I'll keep you up to date.

But let me tell you this...I look like a lunatic doing the hula hoop!