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In which someone needs to get the hint

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So… there was another new Doctor Who last night. “The Crimson Horror”, it was called.  Horror indeed.  Clearly, the fluke that was me actually LIKING “Rings of Akhaten”, “Cold War” and “Hide” was just that.  A fluke.  “Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS” last week and this one last night were dull at best and problematic at worst.  I’m hoping Neil Gaiman’s episode next week, featuring the cybermen, is a lot better.  But I’m not holding my breath.  Especially knowing that the following week is the series finale (that’s season finale, for you Americans out there) is titled “The Name of the Doctor” and is written by Steven Moffat.

I know of no one that wants to know the Doctor’s name.  That’s part of the FUN of the show, not knowing his name.  And while I don’t know if I really believe we’ll learn the name, I also would not put anything past Moffat and absolutely do not trust him.  The upshot of this is also a downside, however.  Because I’m not the only one who notices this and the ratings are starting to reflect it.  The ratings have been slipping ever since Christmas and surely the BBC is taking notice.  There has also been a lot of fandom backlash lately over reports that Moffat has said he doesn’t want the 50th anniversary episode to be a “fanfest” and that it’s about “looking forward, not looking back”.

Then, posts like this are becoming more and more common.   More and more people are noticing the issues with Moffat’s version of Doctor Who and are complaining.  And their complaints are VALID.  I can only hope that the BBC will take notice and Moffat will be replaced before the show is ruined entirely.

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Annnnnyhow… enough of that.

We saw Iron Man 3 this weekend.  We all went to see it, the whole family.  It worked out pretty well.  Liam and Evie got a little antsy.  Well, Liam more than Evie if you can believe it.  I think that kid was born with ants in his pants.  Evie just doesn’t like to sit still, so she’ll often stand or go sit on Kile’s lap or something.  But she usually stays pretty quiet and doesn’t make much fuss.

The movie was GREAT though and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I think it was better than Iron Man 2, to be honest.  I want to see the new Star Trek next.  This is going to be a great summer for movies.

In other news, I can’t believe it’s MAY already.  What the heck.  That means the kids will be out of school soon and then what will I do?? I’ll have kids around all the time, driving me bonkers.  It’s what they do best, after all.  But the upside is I don’t have to go pick them up.  Silver lining’s folks.  And Evie will be starting kindergarten in August which kinda freaks me out, if we’re being perfectly honest.  That’ll be very strange.

Yes, lets not think about that just yet.

Kile finishes up his classes this week, which means he won’t have that hanging over his head anymore.  Or at least for the summer.  He’s been so busy this year, it’s practically criminal.  The poor guy needs a major break.

As for me, I just keep on doing what I do!  You know me. ;)

Oh look, I have a blog

I’ve become so criminally negligent of this blog that it’s no longer funny and is drifting in the vicinity of being “pathetic”.  But I wanted to drop a line and say, “HEY!  I’m still here.”  Remember, just because you don’t see me, doesn’t mean I’m not around.  (Did that give you the creeps, reading that?  Cuz that’d be awesome if it did.)

Here’s a little rundown of what’s going on around these parts:

  • Liam started first grade shortly after he turned 6.  Where does the time go?  Because I think I’m getting too old too fast.
  • Then, the day before Harry was going back to school Coral Academy (starting seventh grade!), we got a call from the Coral elementary campus that Liam got in there.  SO we had to quick get him set up to switch schools.
  • This means of course that Kile and I share pick up duties in the afternoons (he drops them off on his way to work since it’s right there).  I pick up on Mondays and Wednesdays and every other Friday.  It’s kinda a pain in the rear but gives me quality time listening to angsty music and reading on my iPhone.
  • Evie starts kindergarten next year and I don’t think I’m quite prepared to full grasp THAT ONE yet.
  • MOPS starts tomorrow, which should be interesting even if I’m stressing at not being at the same table as my peeps.  People keep telling me that the whole purpose is to go and meet new people. I reply with: do you not know me at all?
  • I’m still Brit obsessed.  Anglophile Tidbit of the Day: Scottish is my favorite accent.  If you say “Pair Fect” you’re saying perfect with a Scottish accent.  I love how they say perfect.  Same basic rule applies for similar words and names.  For instance, the name Fergus is “Fair Gus”.  Try it at home, kids!
  • Whole Foods is selling hard pumpkin cider.  I have tried it and I can affirm that it is marvelous.  Go get some.
  • Doctor Who series 7 has begun… we’re officially two weeks in.  I’m happy Doctor Who is on TV.  That’s about the best I can say about it.  Oh and I really liked Jenna Louise-Colman in the first episode and can’t wait to see what she brings to the show when she comes back at Christmas (different character?  related character?  someone else entirely?  You NEVER KNOW with this show).
  • I’m very tired of hearing Liam whine and cry about stupid stuff all the time.  He’s a pro at it.  PUSHES MY BUTTONS.
  • “Some Nights” by Fun. is my current favorite song.  I literally cannot stop listening to it.

That’s about it.  But I hope to pop in now and then and not neglect things here so bad.  I should never neglect the blog!

I’d be here, but I don’t want to frighten you

So why haven’t I been around these parts, even though I have admitted that I’m feeling fantastic these days?  Plainly put, I don’t want to scare you (all five of you) off.  Because I am happy and I’m contentedly obsessed with various things but it’s not the sort of thing I want to talk about around HERE.  Or on Facebook.  I’ve been neglecting Facebook too.  I might stop in a couple times a week for a quick browse through recent status updates.  That’s just… a lot less Facebooking than I was doing before.  But I can’t let the freak flag fly on Facebook either so I’m not there.  I am on Tumblr, however.  And no, I’m not telling you where.  Because the thing with Tumblr, especially when you’re kinda fangirling on Tumblr, is you don’t share with other people about it.  Because other people will think you’re nuts.  Which, let’s be honest, you probably are.  Tumblr affords a good deal of anonymity though and it’s nice to be surrounded by other people afflicted with the same obsessions.  So that’s where I am.

I am also writing a little!  GULP.  Nothing major and nothing anyone will ever read.  But it’s WRITING and that’s fantastic, isn’t it?  It’s still hard to unclog the writer’s block and I am having to force myself a little.  But it’s also feeling marvelous and I want to do more.  Yay!

And I’m still knitting.  I don’t have much to do in the way of knitting, but I am keeping the needles busy.  Never fear, I haven’t neglected that!  I am in the middle of two pairs of socks at the moment.  Both are turning out great and I’m very happy with it. Socks are fun to knit!  I’m so glad I added them to my repertoire.

Let’s see… on the homefront… Harry and Liam are both out of school.  Liam finished up a week ago.  He’s now officially a 1st grader!  Amazing.  He’s been in Elko this whole last week, staying with his grandparents.  We don’t think he’s missed us one bit, which is good in a way.  We’re glad he’s having a good time.  He’ll be returning tonight and then tomorrow Harry goes to have his turn in Elko.  He’ll probably be there for a couple weeks, actually.  We won’t have all five of us here until sometime in July. Weird!

Anyhow.  Uhm.  There’s more stuff I could probably prattle on about but I think I’ll stop here before I get too silly.  Be good!

And how has your week been??

So remember the whole bit where I was sick for most of February and got the flu and everything? Yeah, those were good times. Turns out (and I totally didn’t know this), the flu is the gateway drug to bronchitis! Apparently, if you have the flu and an infection gets into your bronchial tubes or some such silliness, then you get bronchitis. The only upside of bronchitis that I can tell so far (this is my first experience with it) is that it isn’t pneumonia. Because if you let bronchitis have its way with your body, it will invite pneumonia along to play. So… Yay!! I have bronchitis.

Sigh.

Flash back to earlier this week when I wasn’t feeling too dandy. I’d been complaining all along that I still wasn’t feeling 100%. Maybe more like 90-95%. Then that dropped to something like 75%. Eventually, 75% started to look like the shining example of health. The fever, the cough and unbearable chest congestion… The only problem was that neither was improving. Instead, each day I got WORSE. Nasal congestion came to join the party. I had a sore shoulder/neck but I’m pretty sure that was annoyingly unrelated. But still no fun to deal with when everything else is wrong too, you know?

I began to get a little concerned. Motrin and Tylenol were only grazing my fever, keeping it from skyrocketing to utterly ridiculous heights. My cough and chest congestion were the worst I’ve ever had, with my dry cough just increasing the pressure in my chest to the point that I doubled over in pain whenever I had to cough. Oh sweet, sweet misery…

Friday, I had an appointment with my endocrinologist (the very one that I mentioned in my last post about missing and having to reschedule due to a stupid delayed start at school). Since it was already a reschedule, I didn’t feel like I could just reschedule it AGAIN. So I took a bunch of medicine that ended up only making me feel worse and drove myself to see the thyroid doc. Kile dropped Liam at school so I wouldnt have to rush and took Evie to work with him. I very nearly did not make it. I felt dizzy and miserable and out of my mind. I could feel my fever making an unpleasant return (8 hour Tylenol be damned!) and worried I would collapse right there. At one point, I seriously considered laying on the floor in the exam room while waiting for the doc, as there was no bed available. Luckily I made it through and somehow was able to drive over to the university to pick Evie up (I cringe that I even tried, trust me).

When I got home, I crawled in bed and died. Well, rather, dozed and listened to Evie playing with Legos in the next room. Eventually, I scraped myself up and gave Evie some lunch. Once I got her to bed for her nap, I proceeded to die again up in bed. Then Kile called and said he was driving home to pick Evie and I up to take me to Urgent Care. And, though the mere idea of sitting in another doctors office filled me with unspeakable dread, I knew I had to go.

It was a long wait. Kile and Evie had to leave eventually to pick up Harry and then Liam from school. It took me about an hour to get called back. I’m sure the whole waiting room sighed with relief after I went back. Crowded as it was, I had that whole end of the waiting room to myself. I must have looked wretched.

The good news about getting called back was that there was a bed to lay on. Which helped immensely. The nurse had me wear a mask but I pulled it down no one was in the room because what with my excelllerated heart rate (117 bpm!) and faster breathing and raging fever (102.8), the mask was rather stiffling after a few minutes. I waited quite a while longer but it was tolerable because of the aforementioned bed and my iPhone for entertainment. Hello, Instagram!

The nurse swabbed me for flu (yowch and bleck!) and lo, it was not flu! So it must be bronchitis! I was handed two prescriptions (one for anti-biotics and one for nighttime cough syrup) and a note to give my employer excusing me from work (I handed this to Kile, as I figured he was the most likely recipient. I didn’t figure the note would count much with the kids themselves).

I stumbled outside to await Kile to pick me up. Though I would have been thrilled to go right home to bed, we stopped at Smith’s to fill the prescriptions (I stayed in the car where the sun threatened to melt me alive) (remember the fever? Yeah, still had it). After that Kile drove me up by the new Walmart. Not quite open yet (Wednesday at 8:15 am!) but we could drive through the lot and google the doors. Oooh! Ahhh! Okay, now take me home please.

Once there, I did the usual and crawled in bed and died. Some ibuprofen taken once I had some semblance of wits about me again and the fever started to back off. In fact, in an hour or two I was able to shamble downstairs and join the family. In fact, that night after I’d had my first round of anti-biotics, I noticed that my cough wasn’t hurting as much anymore.

Of course, some time in the night when I was half asleep, I stretched. And this pulled my already sore shoulder and OW. Because I don’t have enough to deal with at the moment, I have to have a pulled muscle or pinched nerve or whatever it is in my shoulder too. KILL ME NOW. I found a position that was somewhat tolerable and eeked out a few more hours of sleep. Then I had to get up because the pain was agony. Kile had to help me up, oh the indignity! But I did feel better sitting up my chair downstairs and even better after some Tylenol and a hot compress. Later, after a steamy (and much needed) shower, it felt better yet.

I guess the end of it is that I feel halfway normal today. And judging by how I felt yesterday? That is so much more than I could have hoped for. So I don’t think it’s foolish of me to hope that tomorrow I feel twice as good. Something approaching normal would certainly be acceptable. I am SO tired of being sick. Next year, I swear, I’m getting a flu shot. Hold me to it, Internet!

Attack of the Plague

 We’ve been sick. Siiiiick. Not the stomach flu thing you’ve heard some people talk about (shudder) (*knocking on wood*).  No, this is the common garden variety cold. Well, common except for it slowly and surely sapping all of our wills to live. 

Liam or Kile got it first. Really, I’m not sure which one. And it comes on rather mildly.  As in, “Oh, I’ve got the sniffles today.” but the sniffles become a cough. And the cough is just a JERK. It stays looooong past when it’s due to leave. And mostly?  It’s a real dry, aching sort of cough. Persistent and constant. 

As we could have easily predicted, Liam’s cold took a small turn toward the sinister over this last weekend. Suddenly his cough ramped up the evil and brought its friend fever along for the ride. It’s not often that Liam is quiet and agreeable. When he is, it’s generally cause for concern. Because Liam is loud and argumentative. ALWAYS. 

So Sunday, right about the time Kelly Clarkson was belting out the National Anthem and the Giants and Patriots began their little competition on-field, Liam was getting checked out at Urgent Care. Mostly because give his past (if you have been here long enough, you might remember he had RSV and bronchiolitis when he was about five months old. That meant breathing treatments and all that happy jazz. Colds just have the potential yo hit him hard. It’ll probably always be an issue for him. 

Turns out, it wasn’t pneumonia as Kile was fearing but he did have a little infection in his lungs and bronchial tube. So we were prescribed steroids and super special medicine and went on our way. Yay! More breathing treatments!  The good news is that he was back his aggravating self in no time. The bad news is he was back his aggravating self in no time. Sigh. 

Yesterday was the nadir for my own personal cold. I was miserable and very thankful Kile stayed home to be our nurse (and also to nurse his own lingering cough). Because of course now Evie has the dreaded cold too. Better late than never?  Yeah, I don’t think so either. SIGH. 

Today Liam is back at school, I’m popping cough drops and Evie is powering through her own cold with bravado, bless her heart. And I truly am hopping this is the worst illness we see this quasi-winter. Please?

The months just FLY by don’t they?

*cough*

Anyhow, how was that October? I found I was simply trying to survive through it. Which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t the best plan. Because a) at least Liam was in school and b) isn’t a) enough? Now it’s November and Liam is OUT OF SCHOOL for the duration of the month.

Hold me.

It’s just that Halloween isn’t my most favorite of holidays these days. It mostly amounts to large amounts of chaos. The kids do enjoy it but sometimes that’s not enough to pull me through. Let’s just say I breathe a huge sigh of relief when Halloween is OVER.

Though I can’t say that Halloween is to blame for me not posting. It was also the weather. KIDDING. No, it wasn’t the weather. Though the continued 70-degree days were wearing on my patience. We’ve finally had some decent cold weather this week THANK GOODNESS.

Anyhow. Where was I going with all this? I guess I mostly wanted to say that I’m not dead yet and I’m still hanging in over here. Hopefully I will be posting again sometime before December 6th. However, I make no promises.

So excited and SO nervous

Today is Liam’s first day of Kindergarten.  This is a day I feel like I’ve been anticipating since Evie was born and Liam decided he was going to perform the “wild child” duties for our family.  And when I found out that he would be going ALL DAY LONG, well, that just sweetened the deal.  But then again.  He’s a little guy physically.  He’s also on the young side, having only just turned 5 barely a month ago.  And he’s pretty immature (a result, I’m sure of being around his younger sister so much and clamoring for the attention she has received).  School… all day… I haven’t been sure the poor kid can hold up to it.  And, quite honestly, I’m half expecting a phone call from the office telling me to come pick him up any moment.

My nerves about today have been growing steadily over the last week.  Last night?  I had a hard time falling asleep.  And then staying asleep.  And this morning I was up early, a bundle of nervous energy fixing his lunch and making sure his backpack was together.  He ran downstairs this morning, dressed in a fine outfit and looking very excited.  But I detected some nerves on his part as well.  Especially when time drew near to leave the house.  He asked Evie if she was going to miss him.  And then he asked her to say goodbye to him.  She obliged of course, not entirely understanding the significance of this day, I’m sure.

Harry kept an eye on Evie for us while we drove Liam down to school.  The nearer we got to the kindergarten, the quieter and slower he got.  The yard was full of parents, grandparents and siblings and other nervous kindergarteners.  A few were enjoying the playground equipment, but most of the others hung around their parents legs, watching.  Liam was in the former group.

This was the closest to a smile that I was going to get.

His teacher didn’t show up until the bell rang.  By that time the kids had already begun to form a rudimentary line up.  And Liam’s nerves started to show in earnest.  We could barely get him to look at us, much less smile.  He fidgeted, wiping his nose and playing with the straps on his backpack.

He looked so little standing in that line.  And yes, there were quite a few kids who were bigger than he was.  But we were surprised that he wasn’t the smallest kid there either.  Not that there were any kids smaller than him but plenty that were his size.  So that made us feel a bit better.  And hopefully, it’ll make him feel better too.

Liam's First Day of Kindergarten
Definitely no smiles now.

We snapped a last picture before the kids filed into the classroom.  I felt a lot more choked up than I expected to be.  This was… IS a huge step.  Yesterday was the end of the Old Era.  Today was the dawn of a New Era.  However it all ends up working out, things will be different from now on and they won’t ever be like they were.  Which isn’t a bad thing.  But change is pretty much always scary.

And while I sit here at home with Evie, marveling at how quiet and peaceful everything is, there is a large part of me that can’t wait to pick him up at 3pm, to see what he thought of his first day of school.

Why am I so SORE?

Don’t you have to… you know… DO something to be sore?  I swear, most of the time, my body is just a mass of traveling pain.  Earlier this week it was my left knee.  WHY my left knee?  WHO KNOWS.  It was Tuesday.  Tuesday is such a saucy sort of day, after all.  Today is the pinky on my left hand (it used to be the other three fingers as well but they have since “relaxed”), the index finger on my right hand and my neck and shoulders, my right side in particular.  Lord only knows why.  Maybe I slept funny.  Maybe I ran a marathon in my sleep.

Just ONE day where something doesn’t hurt would be grand.  That’s all I’m saying.

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I always used to to think these movies and tv shows where they show a parent tucking a small child into bed and saying good night and the kid saying sweetly in return “good night!” and then they cuddle into their pillow as mom or dad covers them up and closes their eyes and the parent turns off the light and presumably the child goes to sleep… I always thought those scenes were gross exaggerations.  Much along the lines of most childbirth scenes that show a woman scream for two minutes and then pop out a 4 month old baby in one push.

And then Evie came into our lives.  And, I swear to god, she is one of those mythical children.

After Kile reads a bedtime story each night, she enthusiastically (99% of the time, the other 1% she will initially resist but always comes around to it) runs into her room and either climbs into bed or I help her in if I’m feeling impatient and not wanting to wait five minutes for her to get her short little legs up on the bed.  She declares it her “princess bed!” (I’m sure the princess bedding and whimsical canopy do nothing to deter her from this illusion) and settles happily down onto her pillow.  I cover her with blankets and an assortment of send offs are issued “Good night!”  “Sleep tight!”  “Nighty, night, lovebug!” “Love you!” which she parrots back just as sweetly as you can imagine. I kiss her cheek and she closes her eyes, her smile leaving a dimple on her cheek.  I turn off the light and close the door.

It would seem that she never leaves her bed for the rest of the night.  She is still in bed the next morning when I go in to get her up.  And she always wakes up with a big smile on her face.  And often greets me with an enthusiastic, “Love bug!”

I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest mama alive.

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Now the boys… Liam in particular… well.  That’s a different story.  Liam is difficult to get into bed.  Every night he cries as the door is closed, hollering that he needs to go potty.  EVERY night.  He’s loud and noisy and never lays down in his bed and stays there.  No, we hear him crashing around up there, sometimes for hours after we’ve put him to bed.  As long as he’s not doing anything dangerous and he’s staying in his room, I don’t really care.  He’s just a different sort of kid than Evie is.  That much is sure.

Also different?  The light.  The light must be blazing all night long.  Not just a night light, ho no.  Evie has a princess night light (of course!) that is more than sufficient and I imagine if it weren’t there, she still wouldn’t care.  Liam?  He doesn’t believe me that the stars on the ceiling in his room glow in the dark.  Because he has never let us turn off the light at night to see it.  Well, that and he peeled all the stars off the ceiling right over his bed (he sleeps on the top bunk).

Sometimes I have a hard time believing how two children who are so very different can possibly be related as closely as these two.  But as mind-boggling as it can be, it can also be entertaining.  Watching them interact with one another, especially as they grow older and more aware of things and more verbal and opinionated can be great for a laugh or two.

You know, at least until I need to bark at one or more of them to stop beating on the other one.

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The new “Pirates” movie comes out today.  In another world, a world where we don’t have small children, we would likely be going to see it this evening.  Instead, we are not.  I hope we can manage it at some point but I won’t be holding my breath.  Dangit, I miss being able to go to movies whenever I like.  It seriously has be a major undertaking to get us to the theater anymore.  Each “Pirates” commercial I see just sticks the dagger in a little deeper.  Oh the torture!

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I think instead, I will have to have some sort of rum drink this evening.  You know, in solidarity.  Or protest.  I’m not sure which.

*sniff*

The Tale of Fail

I’m not even going to mention the movie I was watching that made this post pop into my head.  Because it’s that embarrassing (to my credit: I was too lazy to change the channel when it came on) (well, that’s probably not as much “to my credit” as I might hope, huh?).  And also, this has been something weighing on my head for a while now, especially the last week or two.  Because the last week or two has been HARD.

Let me back up for a minute.

Waaaay up.

Ever since Harry was, oh, six month old… I wanted to have more kids.  This was a driving need of mine for so so many years.  Me, who never wanted kids when I was in high school, was obsessed with the idea of growing my family.  I wanted more babies to nurture and love.  And then it was so hard to have those babies.  For so long.  The thing is… you would think that all those years of wanting and needing and aching would mean that I would be so fulfilled by finally achieving my dreams of a larger family.

But… no.  Well, more like… not really.

It’s so hard.  Some days are harder than others.  And the last week or so has been particularly difficult.  The thing is, I found that I’m a fairly decent mom when I can be one on one with my kids.  Harry had my undivided attention for 6 years.  And while I know there were moments, and he was a particularly laid-back child, it was so much EASIER.  We could leave the house (add in that we were so close to shopping and out here we are so NOT close to ANYTHING), have lunch with Kile, go to MOPS, take naps together, whatever!  And I’m sure my memories might be sugarcoating it a bit but… I still think it was better than now. Anything is better than now.

Well, maybe not *anything*.

See, and that’s where the guilt comes in.  I wanted this.  I asked for this.  I, in essence, doomed myself.

And I’m just failing all over the place.  Liam and Evie being so close in age and Liam being so incredibly Type A in a family of Type Bs is just killing me.  Liam one on one is a perfectly lovely child.  But add in any amounts of chaos and stimulation or any other children at all and OMG.  And sometimes, like this last week, he doesn’t need outside stimulation.  He just needs to be in his room for “naptime”.   That’s when the rampant destruction and unspeakable acts occur.  And my cheese slides off my cracker.  And then I just KNOW that I am without a doubt the worst mother in all the world.

Because I would LOVE to have a break from all this.  But being a mom means you don’t get a break.  Especially not when you stay home.  Especially not when you have no family nearby to take a kid or two overnight.

And really, I know how truly silly this all is.  In the grand scheme of things, these issues of mine are small potatoes.  TEENY potatoes, even.

Right now I’m clinging on the hope that a few more or these kids going to school will really help me get the breathing room that I need.  Don’t shatter my illusions just yet, you mothers of older children!

Let me have my dreams.

Easy like Sunday Morning


Except, you know, it’s more like Sunday Afternoon at this point. But whatever.

Grabbing a quick lunch at In n Out (YUM) before doing our various and sundry errands and shopping. Evie, Harry and I are holding the table (valuable real estate at this joint!) while Kile and Liam secure us the yummies.

Happy Sunday, everyone!