the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week

This week has seriously been one of the worst I can ever remember. Jeff's company is moving to a new office space and so he has been working a ton! He worked late almost every night last week, all last weekend and late every night this week and has plans to work all weekend. We are fortunate that all of this is very unusual for our family, but maybe that is what is making it so hard...

Anyway, we've known that all of this was coming and we had both psyched ourselves up for all of the extra work. I was determined that I could manage the kids and the house and do everything in my power to give him a peaceful environment to come home to. I had a plan and was feeling up to the challenge.

On Saturday, Avery started throwing up. She had a 24 hr stomach bug and was on the mend by Sunday. But, what a looong Saturday.

On Sunday, our 11 year old dog started having nose bleeds. Aside from the obvious mess, I was terrified (still am) that this was somehow indicative of declining health for him.

On Monday, I returned home from my workout to find a huge bloody mess in my bedroom from the dog. I got the girls to school and Ethan and I took Miles straight to the vet. I had a lump in my throat the whole time as I listened to the vet tell me that the nosebleeds were either caused by the cold, dry winter air or a cancerous tumor in his nose. Time (or a CT scan) would be the only way to tell. So, I headed home with some medication and instructions to sleep with a humidifier.

On Tuesday, I called Jeff in the afternoon and discovered he was having a very stressful day. So, I cancelled my Bunko night and stayed home to put the kids to bed so that he would not have anything to worry about when he got home. Earlier in the day, we had some firewood delivered. When Jeff got home, the first thing he wanted to do was start a fire. Only problem was that he forgot to open the damper when he did it and our house very quickly filled with smoke and set off the smoke alarm and terrified Hannah in the process.

On Wednesday, everyone went to school and work as usual. I was excited to try a new pot roast recipe. So, I made that for dinner. I thought it came out pretty well. When Jeff got home after the kids went to bed, I served it to Jeff who proceeded to gag and spit out the two bites of meat he tasted because they had fat on them. So, given that tensions were high, we snapped at eat other a couple of times before going to bed in a huff. And, I am never making pot roast again.

On Thursday, we woke up to find that despite the medication and the humidifier, Miles had had another nose bleed in the night. And, later in the morning, he had a potty accident by the back door. So, I cleaned up the blood in my bedroom and the pee on my kitchen floor and tried to make the best of the day. Jeff wanted me to go and buy a kennel for Miles to sleep in since he didn't want to risk damaging our new bedroom carpet. So, the kids and I went to the pet store that afternoon and then took some dinner to Jeff at his new office. On the way home, I was hit with the one of the worst allergy attacks ever. By the time I got home, I was a hayfever mess. Somehow, I managed to put the kids to bed and assemble the new kennel before Jeff got home. I'm really not sure how though, since both my eyes were practically swollen shut.

On Friday, Hannah and Ethan slept in. Given that she seemed tired the day before and given that I really wasn't in the mood to be in any kind of a hurry. I made the decision to let her stay home from school (something I never do). I envisioned us hanging out in our pajamas, coloring pictures and playing board games. Around 10:30 she started throwing up. To make matters worse, it was a sunny, 70 degrees outside and we were stuck inside.

Hannah is feeling much better today and seems to have had the same 24 hour bug that Avery had last week. I don't know who will be the next victim of the the stomach bug. Although I hope it isn't Ethan because I think I've cleaned up more than my fair share of messes this week. And, I don't know what is going on with the dog but the good news is that aside from the nosebleeds, he seems perfectly fine. I do know that this is Jeff's last weekend to work and then I can have my husband back. Boy, have I missed him!

milestone city

We have been busy marking milestones at our house lately. The kids are all at exciting ages and seem to be moving from one stage to the next at lightening speed. The biggest milestone is that this past weekend we moved Ethan out of his crib and into a "big boy bed." He has done great with the transition and is so proud of his new bed. Yesterday, he even took a 3 hour nap in his big, comfy bed.


The furniture came from my mother in law's house and I think it looks really nice in his room. We didn't paint the walls but I changed out just about everything else. With all of the darker colors, it looks so different than the pale blues and greens that were in his nursery. It's definately a big boy room now!

Another milestone came when we realized that Hannah had grown too tall for her car seat. So, we moved her into a booster seat and are now down to having only one car seat. It will make car shopping a little easier in the next few months now that I no longer have to think about having to accomidate 3 huge seats for the kids.

And last but not least, Ethan has started sitting on the potty. The whole idea just makes me groan inwardly because there are few things in life that I hate more than potty training. If I had my way, we wouldn't even be starting this until around May. But, he is ready. He is forever telling me when he needs a new diaper. And, he was crushed when I wouldn't let him wear the big boy underpants Santa brought for him. So, here we go...Wish me luck, lots of it!

why i liked it better when they were watching tv...

Almost every night I climb the stairs to start our bedtime routine and find something like this...


And, this...


Then I do little bit of yelling and try my best to remember that they are my sweet babies and that the mess means that they have been playing together and using their imaginations. So, we clean up the mess and I kiss them goodnight.

like it's 1999

I love New Year's. There's something kind of magical about the year changing from one minute to the next. I love the renewed enthusiasm of New Year's Day and the feeling that I can do anything I set out to do.

From the time I was about 16 or so, I had been dreaming of New Years Eve of 1999. Somehow, I just knew that that night would be magic. I knew that I would be 21 years old then and would be able to toast the new year with a glass (or two) of champagne. I knew that I would be on the verge of graduating from college and starting my own life and following my own dreams. I felt sure that the new century would mean nothing but open doors for me.


When I was 20, I met Jeff. He was, simply, my soul mate. He proposed to me on that New Year's Eve I had been dreaming of for so long. And, it was magic. Our engagement meant a new start for us, the beginning of our life together. Every year, I look back on that night and think about how young we were, how much we have changed and how much we have learned. And, I smile with the excitement of what's to come.

I love that each new year brings a new beginning, an opportunity for a clean slate. I don't usually make a grand list of resolutions but can usually come up with a couple of things I would like to improve upon in the new year. This year, I plan to continue to take better care of myself. To work out at least 4 times a week and to eat better. I plan to be more organized with the kids and to play more. I plan to take more time to appreciate the little things.