July 14, 2005

$75.00 worth of copays later, it’s time to go on vacation!

So remember on Tuesday when I said I had caught a cold from the boys? And my throat hurt? Well it turns out it’s NOT a cold–I have strep throat! You heard me. I haven’t been able to swallow for two days, and every imaginable part of my body aches. My SKIN even hurts.

The upside is that I haven’t had any coffee in two days, and I don’t seem to be missing it. After all, I feel so crappy from the strep infection, what’s a little caffeeine withdrawal? Right?

Oh, but that’s not all. After I hauled my sick self to the Urgent Care center this morning, I took the boys to the pediatrician, because they both have IMPETIGO. Look it up yourself–I’m too sick to link to anything. You’re lucky I’m even able to type at all. (It’s a staph infection of the skin. Very contagious but painless.)

Fortunately, the antibiotic that the little buddy doctor (as Henry always called her) put my buddies on will also keep them from getting strep. Unfortunately, all THREE of us are taking antibiotics that have a, shall we say, unpleasant effect on the tummy.

Oh, hey, and did I mention that on SATURDAY we’re driving to Albuquerque? TEN HOURS in the car?

Oh dear god I think I have to go lay down now . . .

July 12, 2005

so very crabby

Today is a crappy day at Friday Playdate. For starters, I am sick. I blame the children; they BOTH picked up colds this weekend (where on earth do you get a COLD in JULY? Yes yes, I know, viruses live everywhere all the time blah blah blah. But STILL!). My throat hurts, my head hurts, and I am so tired I can hardly stand up. This afternoon, while the boys were supposed to be napping, I dozed off on the sofa, and had a dream that our tornado sirens were sounding but I couldn’t wake up enough to get the kids into the shelter. Ha ha ha! How funny is that! Oh god . . .

Our morning playdate cancelled, too, which made me cranky, as I had already told the kids we were going to go to this godawful indoor playplace at the mall with these friends (yes, the places where all the germs are–we’re already sick, let’s go play in the petri dish) and then I had to take the kids to the damn playplace anyway. The really aggravating part is that they don’t really LIKE the playplace–too many kids, not enough to do–which meant that they whined about wanting to go and then whined about going there instead of the park. Arrgh.

And then there’s the talking. Oy, the talking! I swear to god Henry started talking at 6:00 am and hasn’t stopped ONCE. I honestly don’t even know what the hell he’s talking about. But as soon as I stop listening, he says, ‘Right Mom? Can we?’ I have no idea what I’ve consented to today. Whatever it is, they are driving me nuts. And now they want to build an airplane! How much Benadryl can I give them all at once? Safely, I mean . . .

But I am having a GREAT hair day.

July 11, 2005

I’m fairly certain Jesus wouldn’t give you the finger

Wade and I have an ongoing debate about whether Oklahomans are or are not the worst drivers in the Continental United States. I say yes; he says that I have said that about every place we have ever lived together, as well as several places we have visited. But he’s wrong. In the five years that we have lived here, I have had SIX experiences where a car, driving the wrong way on a one-way street, was headed RIGHT FOR ME (one of those was actually a guy who was using a highway off-ramp to get on the parkway; another was a driver who intentionally pulled into the oncoming lane so that he could LOOK OVER THE GUARD RAIL at the horrible accident on the same parkway). Now, I’m not going to say that these people are idiots, but COME ON!

But lest you say, as my beloved husband does, ‘It’s a fluke!’, let me tell you my favorite Okie traffic moment. One night recently, during rush hour, I went to run errands in a fairly busy part of town. In bumper-to-bumper traffic, a clunky old car was weaving in and out of the lanes, clearly trying to get somewhere VERY IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW. The guy pulled in front of me, cut me off, and gave me the finger. Then he changed lanes again and did the same to the next driver he cut off.

And the best part? Plastered right in the middle of his trunk was a huge WHAT WOULD JESUS DO? bumper sticker.

Amen, brother.

July 8, 2005

when you are the child of former english professors, bedtime looks like this

July 5, 2005

The tiara makes it all better . . .

The tiara makes it all better . . .

July 3, 2005

nothing says holiday weekend like . . .

. . . a sick child. Charlie has been running a fever since yesterday morning. His throat and head hurt. He is crabby and tired and wants to be held all the time. Happy Fourth of July! We’ve got a viral infection!

At least this weekend no one is throwing up on me.