The Trials of a Busy Mom

Month: February 2006 (Page 3 of 3)

I’m not entirely brain dead, but almost

I spent the day holding and catering to the every whim of a two year old. He was coughing and had a runny nose and a fever. When he went to sleep it was in my arms and every time I tried to put him down he would of course wake up and cry.

Yes, these are the joys of motherhood. I was up with him at least 3 times in the night before he climbed into our bed and demanded “MOVE, Dad!”, so he could get close enough to me to hold my hair at 6:45.

So, when Ryan came home too tired to do anything fun, and I saw an opportunity to escape with the 3 older (non sick) kids (yes, Jenna’s got this cold, too), for an FHE activity, I jumped at it. We gathered up all the library books (going to the library was on my list to do yesterday, but with sick child I didn’t get out of the house), and headed to the library. We had a fun outing, with everyone getting their allowed 4 books (I know it doesn’t sound like much, but with 6 people to get books for…). I even splurged and got a movie to watch later (Raising Arizona).

When we were done at the library, we made a quick stop at Kohl’s to see if I could convince Megan to ditch the scroungy looking boy’s hand-me-down levi jacket that she wears all the time for a cute coat I had seen there the other day. It’s pink cordoury with a fake fur collar. I thought it would be right up her ally. She tried it on with such a sad look on her face, I said never mind and took it off her. No clearance price (60% off) is worth it if she won’t wear it. But Natalie came to the rescue. “I like it, Mom!” Even though she doesn’t really need a new coat, I got that one for her, and Megan found a leopard print furry coat she loves. I told her I would only buy that coat for her (it’s not really in her size, it’s a 14, and a bit big on her, but she likes that baggy look) if we threw away the denim coat. She agreed!

So, we came home happy with our purchases.

(here comes the brain dead part…)

When I was getting ready for bed, I got a phone call from Melinda, who got a phone call from her library, who got a phone call from my library to say that some idiot had returned a book to the wrong library. OOPS! You see, Melinda gets the book club books from her library (since it’s a county system and they can get 10 of the same title). I had just tossed that book in with all my other library books and returned it. Duh. Now I get to go back to my dinky smalltown library and confess that I’m the idiot who returned a book to the wrong library, and could I please have it back.

And I’m looking forward to another day being shackled to–I mean caring for–my sick children, with my few precious brain cells quickly slipping further and further away.

Super Sunday?

We were all set to enjoy our Superbowl Sunday and invited friends over for dinner and games. Unfortunately, both families ended up with sick kids. So, my Sunday afternoon pretty much consisted of me holding John and wiping his nose every few minutes. The poor little guy was just miserable with a fever and runny nose and coughing. We emptied out one bottle of motrin and finished off a bottle of cold medicine to boot. Today he’s doing a little bit better, but it will be a sit around holding John day, I’m sure. (Like this morning I was trying to read scriptures while holding John. He was holding my greasy ponytail, and watching Caillou. It was quite a sight.)

The toast man

It’s 7 o’clock on a Saturday
The regular guy shuffles in
There’s a young man who crawls up next to me
Who pulls my hair and kicks me in the shin

He says, Mom, can you make me some breakfast
I’m not really sure what to say,
But it’s toast and peanut butter and a glass of milk
and you make it for me every day.

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus:
Make me some toast, you’re the toast mom
Make me some toast right now
Well, I’m in the mood for some breakfast
If you don’t, I’ll act like a cow.

It’s not quite Billy Joel, but what do you expect for 7:00 on a Saturday morning?

It’s not just luck, it’s persistance

I won a trivia contest on Good things Utah yesterday. I entered on their website, they called me before the show to tell me they had picked my name (luckily I answered the phone–they called right when I was getting out the shower), then I had to answer a question about the previous day’s show. I won a $50 gift certificate to Dominos Pizza. Not the greatest prize ever, but not too shabby, either. But it’s funny how many people hear you when you’re on the phone during a local tv show. I’ve heard from several people who heard me win. They all say the same thing–“You win everything. You are the luckiest person I know.” Well, I feel the need to explain a bit–I work really hard at my winning. I try to for at least one contest almost every single weekday, usually more than one. I’m only the right caller sometimes because I’ve been the wrong caller 20 other times that week. So, really, it’s not just luck, it’s persistance. And someday, that persistance will pay off, and I will win something big. A trip for 4 to Disneyland, a new car, a trip to Hawaii–I don’t know what it will be, but mark my words, someday it will happen. And when it does, you can bet I’ll brag–I mean Blog–about it.

The challenge of a good deal

I like to find a really good deal, whether it’s that really cute sweater that’s 80% off at Kohls, a great pair of jeans for $8 at VF Factory Outlet, or at the grocery store.

This week I went to Smith’s to do some shopping. Smith’s is not one of my favorite stores. In fact, I haven’t been there in about a year, and really just don’t like the store. I went this week, though, because they are having a kick-butt deal on certain”superbowl snacks”. If you buy 4 Pepsi (not Dr. Pepper–I made that mistake) 12 packs (for $10) and four Lay’s products for $5, you get a $5 instant rebate, making your total for those 8 items 10 bucks. Then, in their add, there’s a rebate form for a $10 rebate if you send in all the proof of purchases for the Lays and Pepsi items. So, in a sense, the items are free.

Of course those rebate people know that only about 1% of the people who intend to send in the rebates actually will, because they make them such a pain. You have to cut all the UPC’s off the bags of chips, and the UPC’s off the pepsi 12 packs, and send them along with the receipt, and write in blood why you think you deserve a rebate… Sorry. Got a little carried away there. But you get the idea. But I WILL fill out the entire rebate form. Yesterday I emptied two of the bags of chips and fritos and packaged them in individual lunch sized bags so I could safely remove the UPC code, and tonight I’ll do that with the other two. Why? Because it’s part of the bargain hunt, and I, my friends, am a bargain hunter!

Socks

What’s the deal with socks? I know we have enough socks around here, in fact I usually buy one or two packages (6-12) of socks each year for each person. So, if we do the math, that would mean that each person has at least 12 socks that are in working condition. Times 7 people, that would be 84 pairs of socks, or 168 socks–minumum. So, why is it that at least once a day I hear someone say “I can’t find any socks”? Does their slacker mother never do any laundry? I wish. I even swoop around the house “tidying up”, as they call it in the Velvateen Rabbit, and collect all the socks left in the mudroom, family room, living room, kitchen, or wherever the heck they leave them.

Can someone please explain it to me?

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