Well, my "fan", Jessica told me she was having some problems viewing the blog, so I'm hoping this posts and I really haven't lost the entire thing, which I've heard happens occasionally. How many unfortunate blogs are out there floating aimlessly in cyberspace...?
Well, remember all the frenzy about Ab's upcoming birthday and ensuing party? Well, there's still frenzy, but scratch the party. Grab a glass of tea, settle in, because I'm about to unload a veritable fountain of words, folks.
I got up at the unGodly hour of 5am this morning. That's just 30 minutes earlier than usual, but for some reason it felt like 4 hours earlier. I showered, praying for some mystic awakening potion to come through the shower head, but alas, it didn't happen. Just water, as usual. Plus I got a bathroom full of steam which only made me sleepier. Of course, Ab woke up way early because she was pumped because IT'S HER BIRTHDAY!! (Happy birthday, Abby-girl - Momma loves you!) The other two followed shortly thereafter, Sam coming directly to the bathroom, just like every morning, throwing his arms around my waist and hugging. Man, that right there is worth getting up early for. Then here comes Kady Princess, stumbling from her room, curly hair wild and looking like she'd been through a tornado. She stumbled past me straight to Sissy's room to tell her "It's you birfday, Sissy," then turned around and walked out. She's so funny.
Well, the best thing about the day for Ab, as it turns out, is that she had an awesome hair day. Even she commented, "Man, I don't know what the deal is, but I've had good hair two days in a row!" Good gosh, but she's my child. Kady has really gotten the temper tantrums under control the older she's gotten, but the last two days she's been a little witch. She threw a humdinger yesterday that got her butt busted and threw another one this morning that almost got her spanked again. I was really peeved that the tantrums had reared their ugly head again, but figured it was the weather or some bubble in the barometric pressure or even perhaps that Mercury was in retrograde or something. Well, I figured out the reason...trust me I'm going to tell you, read further.
So anyway we get to the Dr's office and got in fairly quick. This was our first visit to this particular PA. Our old one switched clinics and I don't care for the Dr she's in with so I switched PA's. He is wonderful! Very kind, softspoken, interacted well with Abby and talked to me like I was a normal, middle-class mom. We're on SoonerCare, Oklahoma's fancy schmancy name for Medicaid, and when you flash that medical card sometimes you get a less than friendly greeting and sadly, sometimes care. But this guy obviously saw that I was normal and clean and a good mom, if I do say so myself. He checked her out and even let me see the tubes in her ears. I thought that was way cool. I've always wanted to see them, but never had the courage to ask the ENT. Talk about neat. They're blue! Why this impresses me, I'm not sure, but it did. I'm easy, what can I say. She right on as far as weight for her age and tall for her age, which I knew. She reminds me of a colt - all leggy and clumsy. Mom calls her Olive Oyl, lol. We discussed flu shots, which he said Ab and Sam don't need this year. Kady, however, does. She's got asthma and they recommend the flu shot for asthmatics. BUT they're not sure they're going to get them because they ordered from the company that got shut down and their license pulled. I'm keeping my fingers crossed we find a way to get her one, even if I have to bite the bullet and pay for it myself. I may hit y'all up for donations end of this month, LOL.
So Dr's visit done, we go to WalMart, pick out cupcakes (Butterflies and flowers for the girls and Shrek for the boys. God forbid boys eat butterfly cupcakes, geez.) Then head back to the school, which is about a 25 minute drive from WalMart. Kady fell asleep. Odd seeing as how it was only 8:30am. I got Abby settled in class and Kady and I headed back home so I could bake a birthday cake. It's about a 10 minute drive from the school to our house and Kady fell asleep again! Odd... When I opened the back door to the van to get her out I was met by a pale, shaky little girl with black smudges under her little eyes. She said, "Momma, me so tired," in such a pitiful little voice I could've cried. I told her she could lie on the couch and watch TV. And she did just that. She never just lies down and watches TV - she's the kind of kid who has to dance to every song, scream "SWIPER NO SWIPING" at the top of her lungs and shouts Spanish words better than I ever dreamed of. But no, today Dora, our faithful hispanic explorer, was on her own fending off attacks of that vicious Swiper, because Kady Princess was down for the count. I walked in to check on her, kissed her forehead and she was burning up. Her temp was 102.7. Guess who felt like a bad momma for spanking her over a tantrum yesterday and yelling at her this morning for one, when all this time she was getting sick! Man...I hate that ol' mommy-guilt that washes over from time to time...
Bless my mom's precious, angel soul. I called her (she took the day off work) and she immediately said she would take Kady, no she wasn't going to listen to me argue about it, and keep her overnight so the slumber party could go on. The only thing was her car wasn't starting so could I bring her in to her. Not a problem, I could definitely handle that. About 30 minutes after I had given Kady a dose of Motrin she perked right up, her fever dropped and she was almost herself again. So we met Sis and Mom at Arby's for a quick lunch and while we're eating Mom's cell phone rings. She says, "Yes, she's actually sitting right here, would you like to talk to her?" With a strange look on my face I took the phone to hear Sam's teacher on the other end. "Kristin, I know you don't want to hear this the day before Homecoming, but Sam's sick." I swear my heart stopped it's downhill plummet somewhere around my toes and the oh so tasty turkey ranch and bacon wrap I'd been eating suddenly turned to cement in my stomach.
So Mom, Sis, and I huddled to figure out Plan B. Mom took Gentry and Kady (because I was supposed to have Gent this afternoon) to her house, Sis was going to WalMart to get poster board for the Homecoming car signs and to get Ab's birthday presents for me, seeing as how I was going to pick them up after lunch, Mom had a secret stash of juice boxes at her house that I could take to Abby's class to go with the cupcakes, Sis also offered to pick up pizza for me, we called the parents of the girls who were supposed to spend the night, I allowed myself to cry a few desperate tears,the we broke huddle and play resumed once more. God bless my mom and sister. They are amazing.
I picked Sam up at school and was intrigued by the fact he didn't look too awful durn sick. Then he coughed. Oh holy night, that cough! Barking is more what it was. Perfect. I checked him out at the office, dropped by Ab's classroom to break the news to her. Bless her grown-up baby heart, she was so understanding. Yes, visibly disappointed, but very understanding. I tried to be as upbeat as I could, promising to reschedule the slumber party as soon as possible and her teacher was great, chiming in with "Ooh Abby it's Double Birthday Month! You get to celebrate twice!" Man, I love that woman. Abby nodded her head, took a deep breath, I saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes and upon exhaling she said, "Man, this sucks." Yes, Sis, I agree - this indeed sucks.
Her cake was supposed to be a shining moment in Chef Momma's day, but the humidity is about 9000% today and do you know what that much humidity does to cream cheese icing? It's not pretty, folks, not pretty at all. I've got it in the fridge right now, trying to firm it up a bit. Plus, when I got done frosting the cake I thought there was an awful lot of icing left in the bowl. It hit me - I had forgotten to ice between the layers.
I must've killed some cute kittens or been a bank-robber in a previous life to deserve all this today.