March 10, 2006

A run for my money

Just a short little story I thought I would share.........


So tonight we are all sitting at the table for dinner having a pretty good time (good enough story in itself). My middle child leans over and says to me,
"mom, can I whisper to you?"
I lean in and he says
"I have a magnetic ball in my belly".
I immediately know that he means one of the balls from the MAGNETIX toys grandma gave them for Christmas. He gives me a very insecure smile, and inside I start to panic!
"What do you mean you have a magnetic ball in your belly?" I say with a smile.
"I had one in my mouth, I was drooling on Jacob, and I swallowed it."
Oh my god!! I take a deep breath and start thinking. It should just pass through right? Oh man, what if doesn't? The husband gets instantly angry. I know he is thinking about how many times we have told that boy to keep things out of his mouth. That boy is looking at me for a reaction? The husband starts to yell, I tell him to walk away and calm down. I call around to my mom and aunt (who have raised 6 kids between the 2 of them), and they both feel that it should just pass through his system. My oldest then says
"Mom, it's ok. I swallowed a ball once at Bell's house and it came out in my poop! All kids do it once."
I decide I'm going to call the Dr at 8 O'clock on a Friday night cause it will help make me feel better about this whole thing. Let me just sit and ask him a few more questions. As it turns out he did indeed swallow a magnetic ball, but it was on Monday night. Yup, that was 4 days ago. I guess better than the years later I am hearing about the older one's swallowing incident, but still 4 days ago! I'm sure it is out already and trying to clog my drains as I type! I then put in a movie and took a minute to calm myself, the husband was trying to do the same. Scary and funny all in one. Mostly it just reminds me of the job that will never end with each of them. There is no magic age they turn where you can stop worrying about them. I pray all the time for them to be safe, and so far so good. But I could live another 60 years, which is roughly 22,000 days, and I am sure every one of those days I will worry about one of them, if not all.
I have had that kind of week where you question just what was I thinking when I decided to do this whole "playing house" thing. This would be a very fitting end to this week. Any other week this may have been more funny to me, but this week it is just overwhelming. I hope you all get a laugh out of it though.

March 07, 2006

exposed

Today I blog because I have no desire to do laundry or make lunch or clean the kitchen? My oldest is at school, middle one is grounded, baby is watching "Sharkboy & Lavagirl" her fav lately. I have too much on my mind to do anything today. I long to blog about it, but you know...maybe I don't. If I were to start to blog about the many things that have been on my mind lately it would definitely catch someone's attention, not what I am looking for. People would offer advice and try to help, not what I am looking for. But these "things" as I will call them are starting to consume my thoughts more often, much, and I might be getting a little bitter. NO GOOD! Last night at work this girl, who is in a lot and very cute, starts the "drunk act" (ever watch 50 first dates?). Dancing around for attention, acting like she is my best friend, we all know the "drunk act". She shouts to me "Winona! My Girl!! Let me get a "invisible" shot of vodka. HOOK IT UP!" Basically asking for a free shot, I chilled some good old H2O rubbed some vodka on the rim and said "Pass this to MY GIRL". The thoughts that followed were what upset me, usually I laugh at shit like that, gotta make some fun out of this dumb job, but this time I thought F'in tramp! I'm not your friend. Sad, the stress in my life is starting to make me bitter, not my style. I am a glass 1/2 full kinda girl and it's wearing me down. What to do, what to do? I would give ANYTHING to feel like my old self again, cause right now the glass is not only 1/2 empty but the stuff inside that glass is so gross I would rather go thirsty! SAD I'm sure this is all part of life, but sad none the less. Don't mistake this for a pity party I am hoping if I start to put these feelings out a little eventually I will attempt to address them. Thanx for reading and not commenting in advance:)
Don't look at my spelling today colleen cause I'm not even in the mood to spell check, sorry.