A few days ago I noticed that 2 of my 3 toddlers had sores on their noses. My first thought was that we had been on vacation and in the moist ocean air and upon returning to the desert they just got really dry. But as it wasn’t looking any better and actually started to move from one nostril to another…literally overnight…I knew it was time for a trip to the doctor.
After the doctor said MRSA…I don’t remember much after that. I remember sitting there thinking how the hell did this happen? I am always telling my kids to wash their hands. When I take my girls into a public restroom I won’t let them touch ANYTHING! And we still all scrub our hands when we are done and I open the door with a towel before chucking it in the trash.
I clean my house regularly and wipe all the doorknobs and light fixtures with a bleached rag. My kids take baths and showers and practice as good of hygiene as kids at their age can. Mind you…I have never been one of those mothers that is spraying every place she goes with an antibacterial spray or carrying bottles of hand sanitizer on her belt loops….but now I am.
After coming out of the fog of the doctor saying those dreadful words I scooped up my kids, dropped them off at home with daddy, and off to Wal-Mart I went where I spent $80 on anything and everything from Lysol to 10 bottles of hand sanitizer. I also picked up 2 tubes of prescribed antibiotic ointment and some children’s probiotics which were recommended by the doctor.
The doctor informed me that I needed to cut their fingernails pretty much to the quick and to apply the ointment up their noses and onto the tips of their fingers…3 to 4 times a day. And to keep them from coming in contact with each other since my 4 year old doesn’t have any signs of it. Do you know how hard it is to keep 3 toddlers from touching their faces and each other?!?!? She wouldn’t know cause her kids were 10 years apart!
Now of course I did as every mother does and started looking up everything about MRSA on the internet. To the point where I just had to stop because the more I read the more it all started to scare the shit out of me. The only thing that was helpful in reading is that they could have gotten it ANYWHERE! And all they had to do was touch the infected area and then touch their face. Not that it’s good news but it made me feel a little relieved in knowing that it wasn’t my fault.
I was tagged by the lovely Kelly at Yes Peas Mummy for this writing challenge. And we all know what a challenge motherhood can be sometimes.
From the time the little mini monsters come out of our bodies it is a constant cater to everything pertaining to their well being. Our own well being suddenly becomes extinct. We no longer have days at the salon or days spent window shopping at the mall…oh wait I didn’t really do that even before I had kids.
*Gets to stay home and watch her children grow each and every day.
~This also means I am never away from you to have a moment to even have a thought of my own!
*Loves to watch every exciting new moment discovered in your eyes.
~Especially the moments of getting soap in them and screaming like you are being set on fire!
*Couldn’t imagine her life without you in it.
~Just please let me sleep in for once!
*Watches you interact with one another and realizes the choice to have more then one was the right choice.
~Then you start fighting! Thought destroyed…moment over.
*Sees how much you are growing up and starting to be more independent by picking up your toys.
~That lasted 5 minutes.
*Wants to love you, and squeeze you, and smother you with kisses.
~What’s that smell? Is that fucking poop in your hair?
*Loves to watch you run and play outside as the sun beats on your beautiful face.
~Is that dog shit on your shoe? GET BACK OUTSIDE!
*Just look how innocent you look while you are sleeping.
~Whats that on your sheets? IS THAT PERMANENT MARKER?!?!
*Would do anything for her children.
~No you can’t have another sibling!
*Loves being your mommy.
~Through good times and bad…all the time.
I know there have been a lot of people already tagged for this writing challenge so I am not going to tag anyone but please if you weren’t tagged and would like to participate leave me your link in the comments and I will gladly pop over and say hello.
She never wakes in a good mood…just like her mother. Today was no different. Even after I told her that it was going to be a “mommy and me” day all she could mumble was “I want waffles.” as she rubbed her head full of tangles.
Her birthday was last weekend, but because we were out of town we only got to celebrate part of it. Unfortunatley it was the part that she didn’t get her presents. And trust me it has been an everyday event of asking how many sleeps until we go to Reno. And today finally came. Regardless of how grumpy she was when she woke I knew it would all change the minute we walked through the doors of Toys’R’Us.
She has been wanting a guitar now for awhile after strumming the 3 cords on her brother’s “kiddy” guitar he got over two years ago. So over to the music section we go. Now here’s where she shocked me. I thought for sure she would pick the pink one…but nope …no more pink for this girl. She picked the wood color one with a swarm of stars cascading up the front and side of it. Yes it was a proud mommy moment. I regret never learning an instrument but have always had an ear for music and I LOVE TO SING. But I want each of my children to find an instrument they love and want to learn. I am sure you are wondering how I plan to teach her. U-tube baby…U-tube. And instructional videoes of course. I would love to get her lessons but have yet to of found anyone in our small little spot on the map.
She also decided that she could not part with a zebra she had come across in isle 457. (Not really but the store seemed that big walking through it) . She loves the zebra and never put it down the rest of the day.
Next we headed to the toy electric car section for “grandpas present”. My girl has expensive taste for the first one she laid her hands on was a range rover with the price tag of $350. I quickly talked her out of it. After about 5 more changed decisions, she went with a jeep that only she can sit in and not have to fight with a passenger over whose going to drive it.
Last stop was lunch at Olive Garden. Her favorite food is pasta. And the great thing about there is that kids get to choose their own pasta shape, sauce, and topping. She chose marinara and shrimp of course.
It was a great day! It never ceases to amaze me how easy it is with 1 instead of 3. Although she kept asking all day where her siblings were and I know she missed them. I love that they have that kind of bond that they don’t really like being separated. It makes a of the chaos of 3 so well worth it.
Yo asshole could you make up your mind! Yesterday it was a lovely 72 degrees outside and today I wake up to snowing!!! It’s no wonder that we are all sick here.
I wanted this weather a long time ago. Now….now I am ready for spring and warmer weather, less clothes, less laundry to do, and the littles being able to go outside without being bundled up like an eskimo. Do you know how long it takes to get 3 toddlers bundled up to go outside in the cold? It’s a real bitch! Takes 30 minutes to locate all the necessities and then another 20 to put them on. And then guess what? They want to come back inside 5 minutes later. And what am I suppose to do say “no”? You did notice that I said I had 3 toddlers right? I am outnumbered here. Saying “no’ to their wishes means having to listen to screaming and crying and temper tantrums. And I for one don’t like that. Also, I don’t have the option of duct taping their mouths and locking them in their rooms. That is frowned upon around here. Will put me right into “horrible mother” status!
There has been a constant circle of illness in my house since before Christmas!!! I am tired of wiping noses and finding booger infested tissue stuffed in every crevice of my house. I am tired of BUYING tissue. Even Costco doesn’t sell a quantity substantial enough for this monstrous, snot blowing household!
I am tired of trips to the doctors office. They have become to know me by first name there. Hell, they know my voice when I call! “Good morning Mrs. Souza…which one of the flock will you be bringing in today?” Next they will have quarantined off a room just for us! The sickies!!!
Don’t get me started on how many bottles of medicine I have acquired in my cabinet. I have to pay close attention to the labels since I have 3 different toddlers at 3 different stages. One can’t take this and the other one has a bad reaction to that. And could someone please tell me why they have to make medicine taste fruity? That just makes my kids want some even when they aren’t sick! Like it’s candy or a treat. I then have to lie to them and tell them there isn’t anymore and that mommy will get some at the store. Bad mommy for lying.
Now I am not sure that this is all to blame on you Mr. Weather but your daily forecast shenanigans aren’t helping. I don’t mind some rain with warmer temperatures…but this 30 some degrees atmospheric pressure is enough to switch me from wine to vodka!
Every so often I have one of “these” days. I swear I blame it on the W_I_N_D! It starts from the time the little monsters rise and continues until bedtime!
First monster M woke up sometime around 5am with a tummy ache. Any time my kids say they have a tummy ache I tell them to go sit on the toilet and try to poop. 9 times out of 10 the fact they have not pooped in the last 24 hours is reason behind the tummy ache. So she wanders into my bathroom and I “think” I dosed back off to sleep…I am not sure because I swear it seemed like seconds later and she was yelling “Mommy! I’m done!”…pause…”Mommy! Do you hear me?!?!” With one eye open I stumble to the bathroom to wipe said child’s ass. Any other time of day she would have successfully wiped her own ass but because it’s 5am she wants me to do it. We wash hands and crawl back into bed… What seems like moments later, the morning alarm goes off. Let the day of crankies begin.
It starts with not being able to decide what we want for breakfast and then crying on the floor of the kitchen. My Keurig wasn’t brewing that coffee fast enough I tell you. I actually contemplated removing it half full and then finishing it off with vodka and Bailey’s. I refrained. She finally decided she didn’t want anything to eat and that she just wanted to lay on the couch with her blanket because she didn’t feel good. Luckily my teenagers are home on spring break…did I just refer to that as lucky?…well I guess for today it was because I was able to just hop in the truck with monster B Man in tow and off to the preschool we went.
All was fine…until I got back home. Another meltdown by monster M because she was upset that she didn’t go to school! Trying to explain to a 3 year old why they should stay home when not feeling well is like trying to saw wood with a fingernail file. By the time I got her convinced that it wasn’t the end of the world …it was time to pick monster B Man up again.
Nothing has gone right since waking up. It’s been one meltdown after another. I had to make a phone call to switch service with a company and they had me on the line for over half an hour. Toddler nation just simply does not let mommy talk on the phone for even 1 minute let alone 30!
It’s Sunday. Long gone are the days of sleeping until noon while battling a hangover that’s wanting to take over my entire body and smelling like whatever establishment I occupied until the wee hours of the morning of the night before. Waking up in a type of fog that not even coffee or a dose of 5 hr energy could lift. My mouth tasting like I had eaten a dead possum laying in the middle of the road on the way home. And continuing my day curled up on the couch with pillow and blanket in close proximity all while watching a marathon of “Lifetime” movies. Yes this was me…before motherhood…before my husband…now my Sunday’s are much more practical and meaningful….hahaha who am I kidding…Sundays are “pajama” days! It’s funny that this part of the writing challenge would fall on the least busy day of the week for me.
On this particular Sunday…
7:40am…heard hubby come home from working all night. Mumbled something along the lines of ‘hi…how was your night?”. Noticed Little Z was awake and ready for her breakfast. (I love when only one at a time wakes up…makes the chaos much more controllable…especially while I am trying to get my first dose of caffeine digested.) Made her breakfast and turned on her choice of cartoon.
8:00am…Snuck into the office for my morning “internet” routine. I love the internet first thing in the morning. Some people like reading a paper…I like looking through the world wide web for whatever tickles my fancy awakens my mind.
8:20am…I hear the tapping of two more toddlers feet shuffling along the wooden floor. They are rubbing their eyes and muttering “I want something to eat mommy”. You should see Little M’s hair first thing in the morning ….looks like she wrestled with a fuzzy blanket full of balloons and lost.
Got their breakfast served and positioned them at the table while they quietly watched whatever cartoon was presenting itself on the TV. Yes I know that “society” says I shouldn’t let my kids watch tv while sitting at the table eating but quite frankly I don’t care what “society” says because they aren’t raising my 3 toddlers. I am. **thought for a whole other blog post**
8:45am…They all finish up with breakfast and wander into the living room, with “security” blankets in tow and find their comfortable places on the couch. Mind you…I have had to tell them to shhhh and be quiet, because daddy is sleeping, about half a dozen times already. I have no clue how he sleeps through 5 kids on a Sunday.
9:00am…Still surfing the internet
9:20am…gather up Little B Man’s dirty clothes that didn’t quite make it into the hamper…”supermom on caffeine” is now starting to present herself and has started her first load of laundry for the day. (I would like to know how the “Duggars” mom stays on top of her “19 Kids And Counting“‘s laundry pile…I know she has several washers and dryers but it’s still a lot of dirty clothes to tackle.) Putting them in the washer and dryer is the easy part…folding and putting away takes lots of patience and effort…especially if you are trying to be “super laundry girl” who doesn’t leave them in a heap on top of the dryer or constantly restarting the “steam and fluff” setting to avoid having to fold them while still getting the wrinkles out.
11:15am…In two hours I have shushed the kids at least a dozen more times. I have made a snack consisting of 3 different kinds of fruits. (That’s the problem with them all having minds of their own now…they all 3 always want something different…last night we had to draw straws to see who got to pick the “time to settle down” flick of the the evening)
12:00pm…Lunchtime for the littles consisting of BBQ pulled pork sandwiches from a few nights ago. By this time of day I am starting to get a little “toddler” crazy. They are all fully awake and bouncing off the walls and I swear it’s worse when my husband is on night shift and trying to sleep. It’s like their little radars are beeping to remind them to be loud and obnoxious and see how many times mommy can lose her shit!
12:30pm…GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE!
12:31pm…I sit down at the computer to try and finish a thought only to be interrupted by the constant dinging of the dryer which has gone off not once, not twice, but THREE times now to remind me that it’s time to fold the clothes! Someone in this house keeps turning on the “wrinkle guard” option so instead of the dryer just turning of it starts back up every couple minutes until someone tends to the items inside. It’s a brilliant option developed by dryer manufacturers but for me it’s just a constant reminder that my laziness is wasting electricity.
2:30pm…hubby is awake now and making a mess in the kitchen before he gets ready for work. I think I might have actually got a couple blinks of a nap in there while the kids were “momentarily” behaving themselves. Baby Z also dozed off even if it was for only 20 minutes at best. Keeps the “crabbies” at bay. Now starts the “afternoon” chaos. Right now I am watching my husband as he writes on the egg container “HARDBOILED” ….twice….with a sharpie…as I hover over him making sure that the sharpie doesn’t get misplaced and then gets into the hands of my 3 year old toddler…the same toddler who has decorated the walls, doors, beds, and just about anything else with a surface…in which I have scrubbed off on more then one occasion. (By the way…the “washable/wipeable” crayons really do just that…they are every mother, with a decorative toddler’s, dream coloring utensils.)
2:50pm…time to get ready for the gym…the kids are all well aware that daddy is awake now and are all in full on scream patrol! Mommy needs a break. Off to the gym I go…must keep up with my “trophy wife” status. **literally laughs out loud**
4:45pm…home from the gym…had a great workout due to the fact that the gym was pretty much empty. I like when the gym is vacant…not only do I get to use every piece of workout equipment that I want without having to wait but I also don’t feel stupid trying something new. Inevitably every time I get the courage to try out a new gym apparatus I fail miserably and usually end up hurting myself, more out of embarrassment rather then pain.
5:00pm…WTF is for dinner? **opens refrigerator in hopes that the light in her head turns on** Oh look at that…lots of leftovers…problem solved.
6:00pm…Let the countdown to bedtime begin. First off…bathing the dirty little monsters. There is something about these last 2 hours before bedtime where a force bigger then all of us takes over…let’s say my full Momster mode comes out. All of us are tired and cranky and just wanting the day to be over. They seem to fight over every toy, tattle about every little moment and mommy’s patience meter is completely tapped out!
6:45pm…I realize that I didn’t get the load of girls clothes in the dryer folded…DAMMIT! Here they stand soaking wet wrapped in towels while I try and gather up anything resembling pajamas…leggings and a t-shirt? Works for me. **listens to them whine several times about these NOT being pajamas**
7:40pm…That’s a wrap people…12 hours… in a day of the life… of yours truly.