What's Crappy?
Finishing your two hour massage plus facial and having to go through the seven voice mails waiting for you the minute you're done...Discovering that one of those seven messages is from Wickman Elementary calling to let you know the 5 year old is sick and needs to be picked up...Realizing you're 35 minutes away from the school and that kindergarten ended 2 hours ago anyway...Hurrying home after running your "errands" and blowing a tire in the fast lane on the freeway...Picking up 'not-really-so-sick-cartwheel doing-McDonald's eating-computer playing-5 year old from Kelly's office and realizing your spare tire is now going flat...Sitting in Firestone with said 5 year old for an hour and a half... and THEN being told they don't have your tire and will have to get it tomorrow...Having one son chip a tooth eating Skittles and another nearly rip off a fingernail while skateboarding (can you call it skateboarding if you're sitting on your bum?)...all by Wednesday afternoon!!!
What's NOT Crappy?
That you got a 2 hour massage plus facial to relax you before you headed off to war...That you had had a 90 minute hot stone massage the 2 days previous to further your relaxation...That your husband was available to pick up the sick child from school when calls to your cell phone and house phone went unanswered...That some of your "errands" included having lunch by yourself NOT in the car...That said husband was un-ticked off that you were off having a "spa day" while he was playing nurse maid-taxi service-lunch getter-entertainer-soda opener and cleaner upper-popcorn maker-pencil finder-computer game starter while at "work"...hearing the 'pop' of the tire and slowing down immediately and getting to the shoulder of the road before the tire was in shreds...The AAA guy that changed my tire, then followed me to the nearest gas station to put air in spare...The guys at Costco who put more air in my spare tire...The fact that there was a Rite Aid with ice cream next to Firestone...That Quincy convinced Isaiah that they did NOT need to call 911 about Brayden's fingernail...That the older boys took Brayden to the nurse next door and and she cleaned and dressed and bandaged the finger and told us to just let it fall of on it's own...That Kelly stopped on the way home from a long and less than fruitful day of work and picked up more bandages, pain reliever and cream...That I got to go to the Relief Society birthday party and have dinner with my girlfriends...That I went straight from there and enjoyed yet another 90 minute hot stone massage with my friend...Aaaahhh, good (totally not crappy) day!
*For those of you wondering, I have used a total of 12 (12!!!) massage hours in four days! My membership was expiring and you don't get the money back if you don't use them and you can't transfer them to anyone else. My body was not made for marathons...unless it's a massage marathon...that I can do!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Bubble Bath
Yesterday I was feeling a bit under the weather (more on that later, I don't want every blog entry to be about poop and/or vomit), so I decided to take a bath. Savannah had stayed home from school, also sick, and came in to ask if she could take a bath with me. I declined the offer and suggested she finish watching her show. She then asked, "when my show is over can I come sit on the side of your tub and put my feet in and talk to you?" I smiled and said yes, remembering doing the same thing with my mom.
She came in after a few minutes and climbed up onto the side of the tub and plopped her freezing cold feet into my bath. "So," she said, folding her hands together, "which do you like more... being a baby or a mom or a kid?" I guess we were going to really talk. I told her I didn't remember being a baby, that being a kid was super fun, but that being the mom was the best because you can still have fun and you get to have your cute kids. She thought for a while and then said, "so, what were Nana's mom and dad's names?" I told her about Grandpa Butler and Grandma Grace and how many grandpas I had and how many she had and all kinds of questions that I didn't expect a four year old to ask me. Holy cow, she's five, not four! She's just so adorable sometimes!
She's home from school again today with an intestinal bacterial infection...whew! Four of us had the flu over the weekend: me, Brayden, Savannah and Quincy. Some of us (me) just ached like crazy, and two of us (the boys) threw up and Savannah just kept running for the bathroom. However, hers didn't go away so I finally took her to the doctor yesterday and she doesn't have the flu. She's on meds and can hopefully (please, oh please) go back to school tomorrow.
I am having my carpets cleaned in the morning for several reasons: they're dirty, we have company coming this weekend and, most importantly, because I thought Brayden was faking it when he said he didn't feel well Sunday morning. I was going to let him stay home from church anyway, I wasn't really up to fighting him, but I didn't take any preventative measures either. I was still in bed when I heard him yell from the landing, "Guys, I have vomit! I vomited!" My hero Isaiah cleaned it up, although I did weakly offer to do it. Then I had a talk with Brayden about now that he's 8 (in a few days), it's time to start hitting a sink, a trash can, a toilet, something other than the carpet! Dude!
They are all growing up. Quincy just turned 12 and will receive the Priesthood on Sunday. He's a good boy, a really good boy and stands up for the little guy all the time. He's been waiting to be ordained until this weekend when Brayden gets baptized so I just found out he hasn't been going to Young Men on Sundays. He thought he had to be ordained first. See...just a good boy! It'll be a long, busy crazy weekend...but an important one for our two youngest boys and we're very proud of them.
She came in after a few minutes and climbed up onto the side of the tub and plopped her freezing cold feet into my bath. "So," she said, folding her hands together, "which do you like more... being a baby or a mom or a kid?" I guess we were going to really talk. I told her I didn't remember being a baby, that being a kid was super fun, but that being the mom was the best because you can still have fun and you get to have your cute kids. She thought for a while and then said, "so, what were Nana's mom and dad's names?" I told her about Grandpa Butler and Grandma Grace and how many grandpas I had and how many she had and all kinds of questions that I didn't expect a four year old to ask me. Holy cow, she's five, not four! She's just so adorable sometimes!
She's home from school again today with an intestinal bacterial infection...whew! Four of us had the flu over the weekend: me, Brayden, Savannah and Quincy. Some of us (me) just ached like crazy, and two of us (the boys) threw up and Savannah just kept running for the bathroom. However, hers didn't go away so I finally took her to the doctor yesterday and she doesn't have the flu. She's on meds and can hopefully (please, oh please) go back to school tomorrow.
I am having my carpets cleaned in the morning for several reasons: they're dirty, we have company coming this weekend and, most importantly, because I thought Brayden was faking it when he said he didn't feel well Sunday morning. I was going to let him stay home from church anyway, I wasn't really up to fighting him, but I didn't take any preventative measures either. I was still in bed when I heard him yell from the landing, "Guys, I have vomit! I vomited!" My hero Isaiah cleaned it up, although I did weakly offer to do it. Then I had a talk with Brayden about now that he's 8 (in a few days), it's time to start hitting a sink, a trash can, a toilet, something other than the carpet! Dude!
They are all growing up. Quincy just turned 12 and will receive the Priesthood on Sunday. He's a good boy, a really good boy and stands up for the little guy all the time. He's been waiting to be ordained until this weekend when Brayden gets baptized so I just found out he hasn't been going to Young Men on Sundays. He thought he had to be ordained first. See...just a good boy! It'll be a long, busy crazy weekend...but an important one for our two youngest boys and we're very proud of them.
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