Before I leave for California to go sleep on some memory foam mattresses, I had to show you the birthday cards Madison made yesterday. The pink one is for Bill’s sister Christy. The blue one is for Bill’s brother Nick. I took a picture of them before I put them in the mail.
Aren’t these super cute? I didn’t take a picture of the insides, since you all know how to spell her name. Though she knows how to spell her name and write it without any help from me!
I think I will go insane. Something is wrong with Will. I think this started Wednesday already. His face broke out with a rash on Wednesday. I have been putting Nystatin on it and by Thursday morning the majority of it went away. However, he has been throwing up big time. Here’s where it gets fun since you don’t know what is real throw up and what is just acid reflux. It all looks the same. Plus, he pooped through 2 diaper yesterday. He’s also eating about half the formula he normally does.
This morning I get up and he pooped through his diaper again. So again, I have to strip all of his bedding (his diaper leaked during naptime yesterday). However, I can’t reach his mattress very well since I am short and Bill dropped his crib down a level. He also has a bumper. It took me while, but I managed to get his mattress out to put on new bedding. However, the bumper was in the way. Each section of the bumper was tied onto the crib. The only way I was getting his mattress back in was to take off the bumper. (I didn’t attempt to do any of this till after I had fed Will. I think put him in the Megasaucer.) While doing this (which took a while), Will proceeds to cry. I can’t get him since I have to get the mattress back in so he can take a nap later. Madison is crying because I won’t stop what I am doing and attend to her. Good times, let me tel you, good times.
Like a moron, I decide to give Will the rest of his bottle after I got his mattress back in. He literally threw up 3 oz of formula projectile across me and, him, and the couch. I am seriously wondering if he has the flu. Madison’s birthday party is tomorrow. I know have to figure out what the hell I am going to do . . . .
We will be leaving for the chiropractor shortly, so maybe she can give me some insight. I don’t know why I am so stressed out right now, but I am. I keep repeating to myself: “God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;” and taking deep breathes. It’s only 10 o’clock, and I have a long day with these crabby kids.
Now the kids gave me their wonderful cold. Needless to say, I feel like crap. Since Bill didn’t come home till ten last night because he had a Christmas party to attend, he let me sleep in this morning. I love my new mattress, but I certainly wouldn’t have minded if we would have bought a memory foam mattress instead. I laid on one, and they were nice. However, they were a tad more expensive than what I wanted to pay. Even though I slept till noon, I still feel terrible. Will is napping right now, and Bill and Madison are outside playing in the snow (or what’s left of what we had). I am debating if I should go take another nap, because I could definitely use it. However, I know as soon as I lay down, Will will wake up.
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Now that I have had my new bed for about a week I can honestly say that I love it. It may not be a foam mattress, but it still is awesome. I love not waking up with a backache each and every morning. That alone makes it worth it. It is nice when Bill climbs into bed I don’t automatically roll over into him. I also am not getting a backache when Madison climbs in too. It is so nice. I highly recommend getting a new mattress when you start having back problems and you have an old mattress. It is worth every cent.
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I got this in an email and I thought I was going to die laughing:
Do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?
Why do banks charge a fee on “insufficient funds” when they know there is not enough money?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Why doesn’t glue stick to the bottle?
Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?
Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Whose idea was it to put an “S” in the word “lisp”?
If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?
Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?
Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?
Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?
How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?
When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, “It’s all right?” Well, it isn’t all right, so why don’t we say, “That hurt, you idiot?”
Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that’s falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?
In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?
How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?
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