I went to the gym today so it felt like Friday- I really do just have a passing regard for days and dates and time… Anyway! I eventually remembered it was Thursday and here are my three things for the week;
The EMPTY weight room. I love working out alone. I do enjoy company now and then but I don’t like anyone getting in my way so it was grand to see the vast emptiness all for me. (even lasted a bit)
Monday I played home school with my kids and Niamh made a very good graph. She seems to have a good math brain in there and I’m trying to keep it fun for her. The only kooky graph thing she did was try and put a 0 at the first tick mark… we straightened things out
and 3 – the fact that #3 is home and healthy and loving to do mass puzzles. She actually dumps all the puzzles and then does them by fishing out a piece and putting it in the puzzle it belongs to. Funny little girl.
Just like the lambs and chicks born in spring, so are ALL MY KIDS. This totally seemed like a good idea at the time, stacking all the birthdays as FAR away from Christmas as possible but there was a flaw in my plan; I have 3 kid birthdays in under 60 days.
On top of that, somehow April just sneaks up on me, its in two weeks?!? what? My first baby will be 7 way too soon… Fortunately for me she is cool with her friend party being after her birthday to accomidate one particular friend so I have a few weeks grace. The negative is that she wants to invite all but 3 kids in her class and 4 friends from preschool that she is still good friends with equaling 30 kids. Can I fit 30 kids in my house? I’m thinking no… Now I look for a place – googlegooglegoolge GASP, wow, for like $500 I can have a 1.5h party at a variety of places.
So – anyone out there have a brilliant idea that will accommodate a horde of 7 year olds? It is also her ‘golden’ birthday so I would love to integrate that too… After Niamh, Zoe is a much easier crew but they will all be 5 and Fiona really does not have friends yet so she will be placated with cake on her birthday.
Blah, I have a headache already but I do look forward to my time with Pinterest ;)
**this is me 7 years ago**
I wish I was near my parents house since my dad has a hoarder level pile of wood in various ages. He has a good reason, he turns chunks of wood into pretty objects…
My artist friend is on the handicapped spectrum and while spry(ish) he does not get out and about the way I do so I supply him with a steady stream of pictures for him to turn into art. I’m a fan in general of art and challenges of any type spark my interest so I’m always on the lookout for barns for him, so much so that my kids now point them out for me! Its like roadtrip bingo but with a purpose.
It is hard to pick just a few but here are some fun barn wood from the highways and byways of the central united states for this weeks Cee’s Challenge Foto
I’ve been following a cool photo blog for a while now, drawn in by others who participated in her challenges that I followed back to the source. Cee’s Photo blog goes the extra mile and recognizes a few participants per challenge and I was selected to be highlighted for the abstract project.
She even made an internet trophy! woo hoo!
Thanks for hosting such a fun challenge and for going above and beyond with curation. I enjoy every post I click onto and I will be happy to participate in many in the future.
In fact… This weeks theme is Weathered Wood and given my side hobby of supplying pictures of old barns across america for an artist friend I do have a nice stock pile of wood pictures…. I’ll be looking tonight for a few good ones.
Again my Monday slid into Tuesday, thats the way it goes. This weeks flash fiction is a personally terrifying picture, you could not pay me to get in a raft in a river and even looking at the picture too long gives me anxiety. Thus the challenge of fiction! The first line is provided the remaining 150 words are my creation~
“When the team heard the dam explode, they knew they had limited time to make it to safety.” Unfortunately for a few standing in just the wrong place mid dam the only option was the dubious drop into the river. They were there on routine inspection, it should have been simple job but pulling up to the site they saw the picketing crowd and the anti-nuclear power logos splashed on posterboard.
The timer was wrong.
The bomb should have only hurt cement.
The goal was to flood the nearby power plant
The flood did not even go the right way; the plant was uphill, well away from possible high water marks. The water poured into the state park, a wilderness of rocks and trees.
Two men from the team were rescued from the debris and swirling water by five other men willing to risk their own lives to raft the unknown river.
The others were found when the water receded.
Friday morning I swear to you I was daydreaming of my upcoming unplanned weekend that was supposed to have decent weather and my goal of spring cleaning. Purging things, cleaning things, getting things in order…. Fiona had a cranky night Thursday, up a few times in the night, and I was definitely tired so I went through the motions of the day banking on doing all the good cleaning on Saturday. Friday night the cranky turned up to ballistic and she did not sleep for more than 15 min at a shot. We roamed the house I tried all the ‘normal’ things like vicks, allergy med, steamy shower, 2 min on the porch to chill her (not in this order btw) but she was just a sack of sad baby and around 4 am I made this video to show the doctor because I KNEW she would have zero symptoms by morning so I needed proof.
Note to the non medically trained parents – apparently if your child sounds like this you should go to the ER asap but untrained me waited until morning clinging to the hope that it was a ‘night thing’. By morning she was still just a puddle and I scooped her up, grabbed my ‘mom bag’, and went to the ER. I was expecting a breathing treatment and a few hours in the ER so when they told me they wanted her overnight I was shocked. The breathing treatment did wonders in that she fell asleep and slept on me for an hour and a half. We were admitted and over the next 12 hours had 4 more treatments and by morning she was just regular crabby instead of a pile of pathetic. On the bright side, she has RSV, not that is has an easy cure but it isn’t a chronic thing and it is a virus so it will just get better in a few days. They kept us just in case it got worse and she needed oxygen and thankfully she didn’t ever get that bad.
In the back of my mind I knew she was not ‘that bad’ because they kept us at our regional hospital and did not send us to the high end children’s hospital in the cities. I know they are not shy about sending really sick kids immediately away so staying was less scary than if they dialed up the ambulance. The negative of being in a regional hospital that punts kids to Childrens regularly is that they are not set up for kids. There is a ‘crib’ but it was more of a baby cage that Fiona absolutely refused to go near so she spent the night with me in the parent bed. Yippie! The parent bed did have a side rail but it was full of buttons and so as she kicked them all night we had a fun carnival ride experience. Sometimes she somehow hit the button that turned on the TV and the overhead lights – March madness is really not interesting to me. The night was far better than the previous but not good either. The nurses are also not kid savvy, they decided they needed vitals at 3 am and totally woke her up and she wouldn’t even let them touch her so it was all for nothing. The room was not intended for a short person, she fell climbing onto the bed, she had to scale the toilet, I did get them to bring a stool but there was no hope she could reach the soap or paper towels and no child sized gowns so I and glad I asked for more pj’s. By 6am we were ready to go home but it took hours to get a DR to give us the ok and that ended with a prescription for a nebulizer they ‘sent downstairs so I didn’thave to make another trip’ and I hauled our stuff and Fiona over to the pharmacy to see it completely closed and not going to open until noon. Fine. good thing it is close!
I slept, Lars parented, at 1 I went and got the machine and found they only gave us a set of the medicines not the hypotonic saline they were recommending and I was not dealing with them anymore so I made Lars prove his chemical engineering degree and he made us a .04% solution after I fould salt with no additives (not easy) and distilled water. After a crazy weekend of bad hospital food Fiona and I and stressed-dad food for Niamh and Zoe nobody was feeling great in the tummy so to cap off the weekend; Niamh pukes and Zoe super poops. Hurray! Everyone stays home on Monday! Some days I am very very glad I am a stay at home mom.
Today was not the Monday I planned but the whole weekend was not either so I’m catching up regardless. Seems to be how things are these days, crazy things then catching up! Overall the weekend stunk like bad cheese but I’m very glad that it was really such a minor thing overall and that I am lucky enough that she is healthy enough to fight it off now.