Add Drinking Pool Water To The List...

I even called the doctor and they didn't seem too concerned with the puking and other things. But she still isn't feeling well. She plays and acts normal but that little girl has tummy troubles.

Hardly anything is going on. Next week we're going to the mountains for about six days. I'm very excited to get the heck out of here. It will be so nice not to be at work.

Speaking of work and I wasn't really going to mention this because I have a jinxing phobia, but I did apply for a different job in the company. And I have an interview on Tuesday. And I don't feel sick and nervous about it. Though I've been feeling this major guilt because my boss has a brain tumor and here I am applying for other jobs. But, if she were there, I think she would tell me go for it. So I did. And others in my department are supportive. So, I'll interview and no matter what happens I won't be upset.

I do think that our lives are suppose to go a certain way. Or maybe I have convinced myself of this so I'm not disappointed when things don't go my way, but what's meant to be is meant to be. There has to be a reason things don't happen, even when you try. I didn't get the promotion in my department that I was hoping to get, but when I look back I didn't deserve it. And someone else got the job. And I'm glad because it's actually been really good for me.

So there. I'll interview and then I have the next 7 days off. I don't think I could have planned this better. Writing that statement did make me puke a little in mouth...

Other non-essential items happening:

The boys went to baseball camp last week. Riley told me he was going to focus on baseball as his sport. I was so happy! Then he received a thank you card from a high school football player that told him to never give up on football. Always play football and always try and it was the sweetest little note. And now he wants to play football. So, we'll have a talk about how he meant that you should stick with the sport you love. Or in Riley's case, the sport his mom loves to watch him play.

I was filling out a registration form for Darby's church camp and had to ask her what the name of her church was. I thought it was funny. She goes to church with one of her friends and she's actually pretty involved. It's good for her and she likes it so who am I to stop her? We don't go to church, but I'm not anti-church or anything. We just don't go.

I bought Jordan those plastic clog things. I think the originals are Crocs or something. Anyway, he really, really wanted them. I just bought the $5 knock offs at Walmart, but he didn't seem to care. Until we got home and he noticed they weren't Skechers. Brian said not get him Skechers. These will last the summer, but I feel bad they aren't Skechers. Brian was wondering when he got so picky. He pays attentions to the commercials. You should have seen how excited he was when he got the Skechers with the Z strap. Have you seen those commercials? I guess they're "cool".

I love this new song out "Johnny & June" by Heidi Newfield. It is so good.

Weekend Vomit

I don't usually blog on the weekends. I try and steer clear of the computer as much as possible, actually, because there are so many other things I could be doing. But, Jillian is hanging out on the couch watching Bob the Builder because she is very grouchy. I think her dad sent her in from outside because she wasn't being very nice.

She puked last night, in her bed, on her lady bug sleeping bag. Again. She pukes all of the time. She did eat two hot dogs for dinner and went to bed right after a big glass of strawberry milk, but seriously, she and her brother have the weakest stomachs. I have no idea why. Brian says that Riley can walk into a room that doesn't smell quite right and vomit. And it's true.

He was car sick after a 30 minute drive from his grandma's house back home. It was warm outside and I know that makes his car sickness worse, but then there was this smell on top of the warmth. We were almost to our exit and it started to smell like beef jerky. He was just going on and on about the awful smell and why does it smell like that? I couldn't figure it out either because Nampa has some pretty horrible smells at time, but beef jerky?

We continued to drive and he continued to complain of his stomach and wanted to roll the window down. I didn't think that was such a great idea because I thought the smell was outside and that would make the situation worse. He made one last declaration of his discomfort, "that smell is so bad! I hate that smell!". Then Darby pipes in (after being extremely quiet I realized) and said, "we don't think it's bad. This beef jerky is really good, Riley. Do you want some?" We turned around and Darby, Jordan, and Jillian all had a Slim Jim. I have no idea where they got them.

Needless to say Riley was mad and we rolled down the windows.

So, Slim Jims in the warm weather on a car ride longer than 10 minutes. No. Strawberry milk before bed. No. Over eating. No. Mexican food from a perfectly acceptable Mexican restaurant. No. I'm sure I'll be adding to the this list.

Now that I have my puke talk out of the way...I think I'll check on my baby girl.

Have a great weekend.

Something More

I was listening to this Sugarland song on the radio this morning and it fits my mood perfectly. I call it mood, but maybe it's a thing, you know, those "things" you go through in life when you feel like it you need a change.

Monday, hard to wake up
Fill my coffee cup, I'm out the door
Yeah, the freeway's standing still today...

This is pretty much my life. On the freeway. Commuting. And that's why I have been seriously thinking about the teacher thing. I have a meeting with an advisor at BSU next month to go over some of the classes I need to take to get a degree in Elementary Education.

The more I think about it the more I like the idea. Potentially working near home, not getting home after 6, having summers off. The only part that scares me is the weird kids. You know the ones I'm talking about. But then I realize, right now, I work with some of the weird kids. They've just grown up and now they're adults, though with some, I use the word adult loosely. For the most part I'm able to deal with them and I've worked with them for years. If I was a teacher I would get a new set every year. That's not so bad.

Five years and there's no doubt
That I'm burnt out, I've had enough
So now boss man, here's my two weeks
I'll make it short and sweet, so listen up
Well, I could work my life away, but why?
I got things to do before I die.

I've been feeling like I'm wasting my time with the kids. There aren't enough hours in the day and I hate that during the week they eat, go to school or day care or wherever, come home, eat again, take a shower, and go to bed. There should be more. They should be coming home after school and doing homework and watching a few cartoons and riding bikes. In the summer there should be lots of swimming and playing outside.

Right now they're hermits. I was able to get off work a little earlier the other night and we ordered pizza and came home. The kids ate their pizza, asked to be excused and went upstairs. As I was cleaning up I noticed some kids outside playing because it was such a nice evening. When I went upstairs they had all showered, were in their pajamas and watching Simpsons. I thought it was a little sad.

Here's the thing and I know happiness isn't about money, but if I ended up doing this, I would have to pay for school and take a pretty hefty salary cut if I did end up teaching. Which is scary. I would be working while taking the classes and it will take a couple of years and it's a huge commitment to make less money. That's the shallow part of my dilemma. Every thing else I think would be wonderful. To actually work in an environment where there's some kind of purpose other than saving money or making money would be such a breath of fresh air.

Obviously I'm not going to be quitting my job any time soon and to throw another wrench in the wheel, I was talking with one of the supervisors in my old department. Another supervisory job just opened and she mentioned I should apply for it. So, I have to think about that because it would be a great step up. And more responsibility and probably longer hours which completely puts me a step back in the raising kids department.

Plus, my current boss is extremely sick. I don't even know if she's going to come back and until something is determined the department is a little chaotic. Anytime the director meets with someone we don't know or with the human resource person we start freaking out. Do I want to leave everyone stranded? I don't know.

And one last thing. I'm still a little gun shy on the applying for a job thing. It went so horribly last time I don't think my self esteem could take another blow. But the job closes on Friday. I need to make a decision soon.

For now, I plan on taking the first step and meeting with the advisor. Maybe there will be another step after that. We'll see.

Some believe in destiny and some believe in fate
But I believe that happiness is something we create
You best believe that I'm not gonna wait
'Cause there's gotta be something more...

I Stubbed My Baby Toe...

And it hurt! There was even blood.

I thought I needed to post something before I forget. I thought it was hilarious, but it may be one of those "you had to be there" stories. Regardless, I want to remember it.

While the kids were out playing on Monday they found a dog that had dug out of his yard. He was a really nice dog and they sort of adopted him for the day. Every time they tried to return him he would just come right back out. So they hung out with the dog until the owner returned home from work. Mostly Darby hung out with the dog. The boys lost interest and came inside to play computer games.

Finally the owners returned and Darby ran the dog over and gave him back.

When she came inside I asked how it went and she said good. The owner was happy to have the dog back and thanked her for taking care of him.

Then she added, "I bet if we kept him for a couple of days they would have put out signs and we could of got a reward for returning him."

Oh Darby. That girl is always trying to think of ways to make a buck. And usually she succeeds. Seriously. Her and her friend Tayler made $25 selling lemonade. 25 bucks!

Mommy My Eyes Aren't PInk, They're Green!

That's what she tells me, but to her, every thing is green. I'm home today. Jillian has pink eye. It's so nasty. But I get to take the day off so I'm okay with it. I just had to make a million phone calls this morning. One to the grandma, where the three older kids go in the morning before they go to "daycare" (I get in trouble for calling it that), one to my work, one to Jillian's daycare, and one to the "daycare" the older kids go to. It's insane. I always forget the "daycare" number and for some reason it's difficult to look up. Like Jordan's school. I have the worse time trying to find that darn number. I think I wrote it down on a phone book. My fingers are crossed.

It's 7:06 and the kids haven't come out yet. I bet they're awake. I was joking with Brian they're probably up there wondering when I'm going to go get them. They don't come out until I announce it's time for breakfast, except on the weekends. They did once and it totally messed up my morning. I need my morning time. Besides, they need to sleep. Okay, someone got brave and came down. Now the two girls are in the bath trying to unglue Jillian's eyes. And there seems to be some swearing going on? I don't know what they're doing exactly.

Okay, enough about the grossy eyes. This weekend it was just me and the Jilly Bean. On Saturday we made homemade macaroni and cheese and delivered it to Brian's sister-in-law. Because she had surgery. Because she has breast cancer. It's looking very optimistic for her. I'm confident she will recover and get over this thing fast. They even said she might not have to have chemo, which would be so wonderful.

My boss was also diagnosed with cancer a few years ago. She's had a much harder time. She had surgery and chemo and I think she had surgery again. The chemo gave her all of the awful side effects you can think of, but she fought through it. And worked and raised four kids all the while. But now, she has a brain tumor and everyone at work is scared for her. But, I have confidence in her as well.

She's also Brian's other sister-in-law's aunt. And the sister-in-law with cancer asked the sister-in-law with the aunt how the aunt was doing. It was actually a very awkward moment. I don't think she wanted to tell her about the brain tumor. I'm not sure that's what she needed to hear, but there was no other choice. She wasn't going to lie.

I don't really have much going on right now. I have just been thinking about the two a lot lately and it worries me. I don't know why exactly but I'm sure there are a million reasons why it might. I guess I better feed some kids and take Jillian to the doctor and get rid of the nastiness in her eyes. Have a great Monday!

Is It Summer Yet????

My work days feel like they're never going to end. It's such torture. I don't know why. Usually I don't mind work but the past few weeks I've been dreading the 5 am wake up, commute back and forth and every thing in between. The sucky part is-I'm really busy. I have to actually work.

Baseball season is officially over. I thought I was going to be glad, but after Riley's last game I feel like it was such a let down. I can't explain it because last year they lost their last game and I was so happy he did so well and I couldn't wait until the next year to begin. This year, I was bummed. The whole season Riley was playing in the field and had the chance to play catcher, but that last game he was benched most of it. And when he was out on the field his little heart wasn't in it. He didn't play like his usual self. I felt bad for him.

His team is suppose to have a little after season party, but for some reason a date, time and place has not been established. It's unorganized. For about two seconds I thought about having it at our place since the pool in our neighborhood just opened up, but Brian didn't know if that would work so well. Besides, I don't know how many people that would be and some of our neighbors are so...something. I just don't know.

Well...I guess I don't have much right now. I'm wishing for nice weather. I have a few summer plans. We'll spend almost a week at the cabin, the boys will go to a baseball camp for a couple days, Darby might go to a church camp for an entire week (scary), Jillian will just be Jillian. She now tells us when she gets in trouble, "don't make me cry!" It's pretty funny.

There are a couple people in my life that are sick right now. Not just "I'm going to puke" sick but the kind of sick that makes you worry. I am positive they won't be unwell for long. Because they can fight through it, but it still makes me worry.