Archive for August, 2009

“Not Me” Monday

For those linking from MckMama’s blog…yeah, I wrote these a couple of weeks ago. They were too good not to share. And I assure you, I’ve done nothing SINCE this post that was worth NOT telling you about…

I did NOT do any of these things this past week…

  • Loudly proclaim to the brother in law and future SIL, “Yeah. My babies eat table food early. They’re totally fine.” Then proceed to immediately do the finger sweep to dislodge a Cheerio from the babe’s esophagus.
  • Let a load of laundry sit in the machine for TWO days and wash it FIVE times. Then let it sit in the dryer for another TWO days after that. And of course, it has already been folded and neatly put away. It is most definitely NOT sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for it to get a clue and walk up the stairs itself.
  • Watch my four year old waste an entire roll of transparent tape by wrapping her rocking chair with it. I did not sit idly by enjoying my coffee and computer time simply because it kept her occupied. I would never take such a wasteful act and turn it into, “Really. She’s so creative. And quiet.”
  • Go out at dinnertime without packing a bottle for the babe in the diaper bag. Puh-lease. Only neglecting parents do that kind of junk.

That’s probably it for this week. Ahem.

A Week of Tweets

I promise you that tonight’s post is not some feeble attempt to get you to “follow” me on Twitter.

In fact, it’s a pretty lame post if you’ve read my Twitters already. It’s just that we had an interesting week…and I felt the need to post something tonight…and I was tired and this was the best I could come up with.

So if you haven’t read the Tweets, well…this should keep you entertained for at least a minute and 13 seconds. Or so.

I have de-Twitter-fied them so that they are easier to read. That means I made them more than the 140 characters that you are limited to on ye ole Twitter. In other words, they don’t read like some 14 year old’s text message screen. You know, something like:

U r 2 cool! LOL, BFF! BRB!

So, let the good times roll. Here are some of this week’s most interesting Tweets from my cellular device. Oh, and the italicized comments are what I added for this blog post to further explain or update the situation. (See? I’m spicing it up for those who’ve already seen the Tweets? No need to thank me. My pleasure.)

So here goes… (OH. And, my apologies for the funky lay-out and weird bolding/un-bolded/highlighted stuff.  I guess if you highlight and bold a bunch of stuff, Wordpress gets freaked out and decides to revolt. And since I am not wise in the ways of Wordpress, I can’t fix it. I’m sure the hubster could, but he’s busy burning the midnight oil on someone else’s more important paying website.)

Slow going this morning. Shouldn’t have stayed up till 2. Then the babe woke early cause the diaper leaked. It leaked BAAAAADDDD. (Parent’s Choice diapers for nighttime=BIG FAT FAIL.)

School called & said Kenni’s on a waiting list. Translation: She’s too smart for pre-k but too young for Kindergarten. Urgh. Homeschool, here we come. (More to come on this later. Way disappointed in the school system right now…)

I have 3 kids, so I have changed a few diapers. But today’s almost made me barf!! Gross. Teething baby.
(Is your life richer because I shared that? I thought so.)

MAAAADDDDD. The girls woke up the boy. The NAPPING boy. Now, he’s a grump. Just had a heart to heart over screaming and running upstairs…

Again! She woke up the baby again! Now they’re both crying. I need a break!!!! (Didn’t really get that break that day…)

Sadly, I think the two year old is done with naps. Can I cry now? (Okay. I don’t really think she is. But she’s definitely going through some funky nap-strike that I haven’t quite gotten to the bottom of yet. Help? Suggestions?)

no way! for real? is it sad that I learn more news from Twitter than any other news source? Probably… (This was in response to a friend’s Tweet about Ted Kennedy passing.)

Something is burning in my dishwasher…again! (It was a noodle.)

I just made $6.00 for doing the laundry! (Usually, I only get 32cents or so. So this was a big deal. I kept it and spent it at CVS.)

And I quote: “see? Look at my tail. It’s chainy.”http://twitpic.com/fcdyq (My friend April replied with the fact that she thought chainy was a great adjective. I agree.)

When you hear the words, “Hey! I caught one! Let’s see if we can catch another poop!” coming from the bathroom that your 4 & 2 yr old are in, it’s not good. (I think this one needs no explanation…)

For the record, she was using my scrubbing bubbles toilet wand, not her hand.

Just had our first pet funeral. It was a worm. It was with us 1 day. Oh, and dead worms smell like poop. Just so you know… (And apparently they MELT. Who woulda thunk?)

So I walk outside & girls are drinking Dr. Peppers from last nights cookout. Tops were closed, but they were drinking out of a hole on the side!

I might just have to start showering at night. No one bothers me and I don’t have to rush for fear that someone’s breaking something downstairs. (And so I have started this new practice. Not everyday, but most…)

I love that there are people in my life that I can say this to: “I yelled at my husband/kids/self/cat/dishwasher today”

Sometimes I think “Wait. I moved to CHARLESTON? Huh?”

Two things I don’t know if I’ll get used to: Charleston streetlights are forever long and 2) the smell of the paper mill (Seriously, the stench is unreal. I don’t think I would’ve survived being preggo here…my “morning” sickness is beyond the average in intensity, and that paper mill would’ve sent me over the edge.)

Took me only 30 minutes to clean up the atrocious mess that was my living room and kitchen. Why did i wait? (Cause I’m lazy, that’s why.)

Ladies night was so fun!!! Those girls make me laugh so stinkin’ much!!! (Great laughs. And I’m pretty sure we’re banned from Barnes and Noble now.)

Ready to blog but the ‘puter is being SnowLeopard-ed. (Snow Leopard?!?! Really?)

I’m gonna eat free yogurt and then go to bed. (I didn’t. I had free cereal instead.)

We’re going to have to see if we can find a clearance-ed out kiddie pool. Girls are using coolers and a hospital pan to splash their feet in. (Really. It’s a pink hospital pan. Caia stood in it and proclaimed: “I’s a-swimmin’!”)

Can you call me? I can’t find my phone! (This was a tweet to Stephen. He called and the phone was located under a couch cushion.)

Wanna know what I’m doing? Listening to a screaming 4yo who went to Time Out AND lost her computer time today. Fun. (Note to self: NEVER take away computer time. That’s my “quiet time” during the day. So, guess what? Computer time got reinstated. I’m a wimp.)

rearranging furniture just so the babe can use the door jumper without risk of head injury (I thought Stephen would hate the table shoved up against the wall. But instead he thought it looked classier than it’s current placement. Yay! Score one for me! And Jack can jump to his heart’s content without me having 911 ready on speed-dial.)

So my new neighbors just backed their car through my yard and out my driveway. Almost hit my mailbox. Welcome to the neighborhood. (Really. It was weird. I’m still gonna bake ‘em cookies, though.)

From the bathroom, I hear the 4yo coaching herself. “Oh no. Not again. COME ON, POOPY POOPY!” (She apparently needs more fiber in her diet.)

And here’s another: “There ain’t no bathtub in here. (pause, then singing) There ain’t no bugs on me!!” (She sings alot in the bathroom.)

yep. she has decided to unwrap a “feminine product”. apparently this has been the delay. (In response to Stephen asking if, after 30 minutes, she was still in the bathroom.)

Time for baths…have I mentioned I dont like my bathtubs upstairs? One looks like someone bled in it (rust stains). Other has broken shower nozzle. (If anyone has suggestions for removing those rust stains, PLEASE tell me! I tried CLR. No dice.)

There are some things about Twitter that disgust me. Is there not a way to stop people from posting nasty pics as profile pics???? Grrr.

My recently mobile babe has a small obsession for shoes. (He tries to eat them.)

Lacking fruit to serve with lunch. If I serve juice does that count? (I’m telling myself it does.)

AND FINALLY…
McKennas response to the Fritos I put on her plate? “Yuck. I don’t wanna smell those!”
She’s right. Fritos stink. I’ve always thought they smelled a bit like feet.
But cover those puppies in some chili and nacho cheese, and I would rub my face in it.

The Return of the Meat Sticks

I’m going to be honest. They gross me out so much.

But I purchased them on my Publix run the other day. One jar. Just to see if Jack would eat them.

He’s decided that jarred baby food is no longer where it’s at. So, I am at the awkward stage of trying to find squishy yet healthy foods for the babe.

As I popped those little babies out the jar yesterday and laid them on his tray, my heart kept repeating…

Please don’t like them…please don’t like them…please—

And he didn’t like them.

He LOVED them.

So, I guess all that’s left to say is,

Welcome home, meat sticks. Welcome home.

If you don’t know what meat sticks are, read last year’s post here.

Friday Finals

Well, I have come up with a new grocery day and time for my weekly schedule.

And it is NOT Friday.

You wait till Friday and you get NOTHIN’ at the ole Harris Teeter on super doubles week.

I managed to get a few things at HT, but it was nothing like my grand plan I had all worked out.

That’s cool though, cause I learned alot from my failure. Isn’t that the point?

So, here we go…

The Friday Finals

The CVS Run

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I would like to add here that Stephen is embarrassed to tears that I posted a pic of my “feminine products” on my blog.

Anywho, let’s talk totals…

  • 1 John Frieda hair product
  • 2 Glade candle holders
  • 2 Glade candle refills
  • 4 Glade scented oil refills (nevermind that I don’t have the holder for them…they were all out of that!)
  • 4 Carefree pantiliners
  • 2 Poise pantiliners
  • 1 Cascade dish detergent
  • 1 gallon milk

3 transactions. Total= $6.63

The 1st Harris Teeter (disappointing) run

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  • 3 trial size Edge shave gel
  • 1 Clean and Clear face wash
  • 1 J&J First Aid gauze
  • 1 J&J First Aid tape
  • 2 pkgs. chicken breast
  • 1 Red Baron pizza
  • 1 loaf of bread

Total= $10.73

The 2nd Harris Teeter (less disappointing) run

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  • 2 Red Baron frozen pizzas
  • 1 Danimals yogurt smoothie (6pk.)
  • 1 Yo-Plus yogurt (4pk.)
  • 1 kids toothpaste
  • 1 Pert Plus for men shampoo
  • 1 Sure for men deodorant (this was a bummer purchase…should’ve been free, but the coupon had EXPIRED! Boo.)

Total= $9.24

And finally…the Publix run

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Horrible photo, but I had to rush because three children and one husband were asking where lunch was.

  • 1 Aunt Jemima frozen french toast
  • 1 Aunt Jemima frozen pancakes
  • 2 lbs. bananas
  • 2 Dial bodywash
  • 3 lb. bag apples
  • 2 South Beach living snack bars
  • 5 Campbell’s Select soups
  • 1 can Publix sliced peaches
  • 1 Publix cat food
  • 1 jumbo pack Huggies
  • 3 Orville Redenbacher microwave popcorn
  • 1 gallon milk
  • 1 A1 steak sauce
  • 1 Gerber graduates meal
  • 1 Gerber meat sticks (ugh! the meat sticks are back in our house these days thanks to the babe who likes table food)
  • 1 pkg. Solo plates
  • 1 Mott’s apple punch
  • 2 pkgs. top round steak
  • 1 pkg. pork spareribs

Total= $45.51

Savings= $48.12

So there you have it…family of 5. Groceries for a week= $72.11 Total savings= $175.10

I feel like I could get that total down even more, but alot of this is stock-piling stuff. I mean, I should have enough pads to last me till menopause at this point. Just sayin’.

And the Glade stuff…well, my house should smell good for a long while. If only I could find one of those warming units for the 4 packages of blasted refills I got.

True Confessions From a Stay-At-Home-Mommy

And a stay-at-home-mommy who doesn’t have a car, at that.

We’re one vehicle family now, so I haven’t been able to check-out the parks, the fun-kid places, or story times that the city might have.

Boo.

I’m not gonna pretend. It’s stinkin’ hard, and I pout alot about it. I’m just being honest. Please don’t judge.

So when Stephen (who is a fantastic hubby and daddy, don’t get me wrong) comes home and talks about his day, it’s SO HARD not to get a smidge jealous…

And sometimes it’s more than a smidge.

HIM: So, while I was meeting so n’ so for coffee today…

ME: (thinking) Oh? You got to go have coffee out? With an adult? Yeah, well…I had coffee too, but only after I sprayed the kitchen with ground coffee beans because the grinder’s broken. Then I had to rescue the toddler from the raccoon that entered the yard (yeah, she thinks it’s a pet), so I spilled half of it on my pajama pants that I was still in at noon because when I was woken up by the baby who demanded food RIGHT THEN there wasn’t time for a shower, and then the girls got up…and YOU KNOW I can’t leave all three unattended while I go bathe, so that’s why I was still in my pajama pants. Oh, and then I had to give Jack another bottle and put him down for bed, so by the time I got back, the coffee was cold. So I put it in the microwave to warm up again, but I forgot about it because there was a fight over some random toy that neither girl cared about until the other one had it.

But, so glad YOU got to go have coffee with an adult….

OR (and this is one from tonight…)

HIM: So, this restaurant that we were at today has apparently been on ALL the Food Network shows, so I had the….

ME: (thinking) Oh, so you got to go eat at a RESTAURANT.? Like the kind where you sit down and someone takes your order? I barely remember those..refresh me again on what that’s like. You got to EAT your food before it got cold or better yet, you ate at a leisurely pace so that you weren’t struggling with indigestion all afternoon? What did you eat again? Cause I had cereal…

And another personal fave….

HIM: So I stopped by this office/store/warehouse to check out what they had for…

ME: (no longer thinking) It must be nice to just go and LOOK at something at a store!!!

I won’t tell you how the rest of the conversation goes after that.

Now, like I said Stephen’s awesome. He will surprise me from time to time and bring me home a coffee or something special.

It’s just that…there’s something about going out IN PUBLIC that might do me good sometime.

It’s pretty sad that I look forward to a grocery store trip, just so I can get out of my house.

Ok. I’m done.

I’ve got the whine. Who’s got the cheese?

What Kind of Mommy Am I? What Kind of WOMAN Am I?

So, I perused a few blogs today.

It seems that EVERYONE has a blog these days, right?

I like Mommy blogs, because…I’m a Mommy.

I like funny stories. I like poignant stories.

I have a friend, Terri, who would make the best blogger ever (she tells good stories), but I have not been able to convince her to start a blog yet. Maybe we could start a petition or something towards that effort…

Anyway…the Mommy blogs.

I like to read ABOUT the Mommy herself on these blogs. I love to read the profiles that list a wealth of info on what the Mommy likes, dislikes, parenting styles, etc.

So, I started thinking…

What kind of mommy am I?

I know you’re all terribly intrigued. Well, for what it’s worth, I thought I’d throw together a hodge-podge list of the kind of mommy, the kind of WOMAN I am.

I read my kids bedtime stories. I’ve yelled at my kids in frustration.

I make grilled cheese sandwiches in the shape of hearts just so the kids will eat them. I open cans of pre-fab ravioli to feed my kids.

We go to the park somedays. We watch too much TV somedays.

Mommy gets on the floor to play legos and dollhouse. Mommy lays on the couch for a few extra zzzz’s while the kids dismantle the living room.

Mommy does the dishes faithfully. Mommy lets the dishes pile up in the sink till Daddy asks, “What stinks in here?”

I buy crafts to do with the children. I make homemade play-doh. I draw hopscotch boards on the sidewalk.

I lock myself in the bathroom for longer than I need to for some quiet time. I let them play on the computer so I can get some “me time” alone.

I wore my baby in a sling. I didn’t wear my baby in a sling.

I breast-fed. I formula-fed.

I scheduled my baby’s feeding. I demand fed my baby.

I let my baby cry-it-out. I rocked my baby to sleep.

I buy fruits and veggies and healthy snacks for my babes. I buy cookies, ice cream, and gummy bears for my kids.

I teach my kids patience by making them wait for things. I give them lollipops so I don’t have to hear them whine.

I am schedule driven. I am survival driven.

I vaccinate. I circumcise. (Well, I don’t…I have a trusted medical professional do that stuff…)

But if you don’t vaccinate or circumcise (and I have several good friends who don’t), then that’s great with me too.

I taught public school, but I’m homeschooling McKenna for pre-K this year. And next year, she’ll go to public school.

I read Dr. Dobson AND Dr. Sears…AND I watch the Super Nanny.

You see, I’m not one of those parents that criticizes others for how they do or don’t do things. Because I don’t have one specific way for everything myself. Each child is different. Each family is different. Each MOMMY is different.

So what kind of mommy am I?

Well, I’m still making my way through that one, I think. I do what works for me. I do what works for my family.

It varies from day to day. And it varies from kid to kid (to kid).

I have friends that LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Babywise parenting. Me? Not so much. And here’s why…

I think that if Babywise works for you, then that is AWESOME. I’m not saying it’s innately “bad”…but it might be bad for some babies.

Because there are some babies that, no matter what you do, will NOT be scheduled. I tried Babywise with my oldest.

And I do believe that if she could have, my sweet little baby would have taken that book and thrown it in my face. The book drove me nuts… Just sayin’. Don’t be offended if you’re a Babywise fan. I think if it works for you, then that’s wonderful. I just don’t think it’s “gospel” or an “end all be all”.

Second-born babe, on the other hand, loved a schedule. I could set a watch by her.

Third-born babe loves a ROUTINE. There’s a difference between a routine and a schedule.

Anyway, back to my post. (Me? Rabbit trail? Never.)

So, what kind of woman am I? What do I like? What do I dislike? What defines me?

Above it all, I am a Christ-follower. But that by no means makes me perfect. Or always right.

I love fall and changing leaves and anything pumpkin. I love the fair that comes in September and caramel apples and funnel cakes. I love baking, and fall is the official kick-off of baking season. I love my crock-pot, my coffee, my sunglasses.

I love dancing and singing with my girlies. I love soaking in the tub. I love chocolate, cheese, new make-up and a new book.

I have a list of books I want to read (The Time Traveler’s Wife, My Sister’s Keeper, Dare to Discipline…not kidding about that last one), but it’s rare I finish a book in a year.

I wanted to be a bus driver, a teacher, a lawyer, an actress when I grew up.

I love Carol Burnett and Lucille Ball and Dick Van Dyke.

I think that vintage 50’s homemaker images are the bomb-diggity. (Oh yeah. I said that…)

I love Rascal Flatts and Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. And 80’s and 90’s pop/rock.

I think Miley Cyrus is a good actress. I really do. And I let my kid watch her show. But if you don’t, that’s cool.

Twizzlers, Pumpkin Spice Lattes, new stationery, and coupons make my day.

I would spend all my discretionary income at Bath and Body Works, Old Navy, Gap, Carter’s, The Children’s Place, and Target. Oh, and Barnes and Noble. (It might just take me awhile to get through the book.)

I love celebrity gossip, and I wish I had a subscription to People.

I watch 24, American Idol, Whale Wars, The Office, and anything Food Network.

80’s movies make me smile. Can’t Buy Me Love, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Goonies, The ‘Burbs, Back to the Future.

I can quote Nat’l Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation almost verbatim.

I have the best Thanksgiving turkey recipe ever, thanks to Alton Brown.

I love candles, the smell of honeysuckle, the color brown, and Saturday Night Live. (Kristen Wiig rocks it out. But vintage 90’s SNL is fab, too.)

I could go on, but I won’t.

So that was some randonmess about me. About the Mommy and the Woman that I am.

That was very therapeutic to write. I feel like I reminded myself that underneath the caked on babyfood, the mountain of laundry, the leaking diapers, the tantrum-ing 2 year olds, the sassy 4 year old, and the teething babe, there is a mommy who tries to give her babes a balanced approach. I am not the perfect wife, mother, or friend nor will I ever be. I just do the best I can with the help of the only One who will ever be enough.

And there is a woman behind the mommy who has very real likes, passions and feelings.

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3 Lies I Would Never Tell My Kids (cough, cough)

It’s Not Me Monday over at MckMama’s blog…

3 Lies That I Would Never Tell My Kids

(Not ME. Nope. Because I’m a “good” parent…)

1. “The restaurant doesn’t serve chocolate milk this late. It’s plain milk or nothing.”

2. “That’s it. I’m leaving you here. Bye.” I would like to note here that this phrase does not work with the strong-willed child, for a host of reasons. But I’ll just give you two. Not that I would know this from experience, of course.

  • 1) The strong-willed child will respond to this lie with a look, phrase, or all-out fit that boldly says, “Go ahead. I dare you.”
  • And 2) The strong-willed child doesn’t CARE if you leave them there. In fact, they would PREFER you did…)

3. “We don’t have anymore chocolate.” I have HEARD (remember here…I would NEVER tell a child a lie like that…) that offending parents can be found not 15 seconds after these words fell from their lips, hiding in the pantry eating a Snickers or Twix or the Hershey kisses that came out of the child’s own goodie bag from school!!!

Atrocious, isn’t it?

I mean, really. Who would say such things to their kids?

Not me, that’s for sure.

Dorothy and Daughtry, Sing To Me

“There’s no place like home.”

“I’m going home, back to the place where I belong…”

Just a quick post this evening to let you know…we are back home tonight!!!

I have never been so excited to see my front door!!!

Don’t misunderstand me. I am BEYOND GRATEFUL to my precious in-laws for all they did and gave up to allow us to live with them these past two weeks. It’s just that there is something about sleeping in your own bed that is soooooo comforting.

My follow-up visit to the doctor went well. Took out my sutures (are you beyond disgusted yet?? sorry…), and told me I could start showering again.

Uh, yeah. About that…

He gave me the evil eye when he asked if I had, and I told him…well, yes.

(Hey. I may be a lot of things, but one thing I am not is a liar. This is probably to my demise, at times.)

He says I need to wear the back brace till I come back to him in 8 weeks. Not the most pleasant situation…I hate, no…I LOATHE that back brace. It makes me all sweaty, and I can’t move very well in it. But I think that might be the point. (The whole “can’t move very well” bit…not the “sweaty” part…)

He did seem concerned when I told him that I was still having some leg pain. He asked me how I felt about a lumbar fusion. (People, this involves hardware and stuff being placed on my spine…) I told him, no thanks.

But then I had to get serious and ask him what the odds really were of that. He paused and told me to ask him again in 8 weeks.

Great.

BUT…but, but, but…

I went home, took the ibuprofen he told me I could start taking again (instead of the knock-you-out-Percocet/Flexeril-combo that I had been on).

The leg pain was almost completely gone by evening!!

And today, as I got out of the car at each of our stops on our road trip back to C-town, I stood up straight EACH time. I don’t remember the last time that I could stand up straight.

The sciatic pain is still slightly there, and i have a bit of a sore back (but hey, I mean, they did just cut it open, right?), but I feel so much more confident in a full recovery now than I did before!!!

I am not foolish enough to believe that it was merely the ibuprofen that helped. I know that many, many prayers have gone up for me…and I cannot begin to tell you how thankful and grateful I am!!!!!!!!

Please continue to keep us in your prayers…the road to a full recovery is a couple of months long. This means I cannot bend over to pick up anything. That includes my children. :(  (tear, sigh, bigger sigh…)

Stephen has gone above and beyond the call of duty in adding my job of maintaining the daily lives of all of the kiddos to everything else he is trying to do here in Charleston. He is my hero, and I cannot imagine going through this without him!!!!

So, there you have my brief post this evening.

Who are we kidding, folks? Nothing about my life is “brief”.


I’m Alive

I have been warned by the Hubs that I probably should not write a blog post this evening…

I am on some pain medications that cause me to say things that I can’t be held accountable for.

But, I HAD to post something…it’s been so long since I wrote.

And I’m sure you were all dying to know how the surgery went…

I am told it went fine. I don’t remember anything from the time they wheeled me down the hall till the time they were telling me to open my eyes because it was “over”.

(I spent the weeks beforehand worried that I would be like those horror stories you hear on Dateline about how the anesthesiologist THOUGHT the patient was asleep, but in fact they were awake and “trapped” and could feel everything! So, it was a relief to know that I don’t even remember seeing a tray of sharp metal objects in the operating room…)

Doc says that the disc herniation was as “bad as he’s seen” (not sure what THAT means…), and that the nerve was very obviously irritated, BUT….there did not appear to be any permanent damage. So…YAY for that!

As far as recovery goes, well…it’s been slow going.

I try not to take the pain meds during the day because they do make me a little…shall we say, loopy? And I’ve read so many terrible stories online where someone claims that “after the back surgery, I was never the same.”

There are tons of people out there on tons of message boards who list every ache and pain they’ve ever had along with 19 different drugs they take for pain.

I refuse to be the woman who gained 545 pounds and became addicted to Vicodin and the Game Show Network.

All of that to say, I DO miss that magic pain button that they give you in the hospital. Never had a morphine drip before. But it is quite effective, I must say. Even if it does make me a bit narcoleptic. (I fell asleep eating on several occasions…)

The kids and Stephen all came down with what we are now referring to as the Plague of ‘09 last night. There wasn’t much I could do to help out, but fortunately everyone seems to be on the mend. It was a most vicious evening, to say the least.

As for me, the surgery site itself is more of an annoyance than painful anymore…but I am still feeling the sciatic pain down the leg. I am hopeful that this is only because the nerve was compressed for so long that it just needs time to heal.

We are all ready to be back in our own home soon (we have been staying with Stephen’s very gracious parents), and to return to life as normal (though we’re  still not sure what normal is being church planters and all…). We go to the doctor on Tuesday, and hopefully he’ll tell us that we can make the long journey back to Charleston.

Oh yes. I will definitely be taking the pain meds on THAT trip home.

Not My Best CVS Trip Ever…

…but still pretty decent, I think!

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  • 2 packages of Pampers (although Caia looks like she may be on her way to potty training…OH, how this will help my budget if she is!!!)
  • 2 one-subject notebooks
  • 2 pocket folders
  • 1 Softsoap Nutri Serum (huh? what does that mean?) bodywash
  • 1 Blink tears eyedrops (hoping my husband gets dry eyes so he can use ‘em…okay, not really, but I had to get them because I made money off of them)

The total for all of that was….

$12.96

Total savings = $36.22

If you buy diapers often like I do, then you know it’s a pretty good steal for two packs of diapers, because my total for all that stuff was about average to one pack of diapers.

So, all in all…I felt like I could have done better, but I’ll be happy with my total anyway!

Oh! And I have $7.98 to start out with next time!!!

(Hope Stephen realizes he’ll be making next week’s CVS trip due to the fact I’ll be laid up in bed and all…)