Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Anna Attacks Kroger

Took Anna and Paul to Kroger this afternoon. Probably will NEVER do that ever ever ever again. First of all they demanded that they get to ride in that big cart with a MASSIVE car added on to the front. Oh my. I run into everything and everyone when I try to maneuver that thing through the store "sorry" "excuse me" "ANNA get back in there" "Paul you put that back on the shelf now, i said now, immediately now"

About 5 minutes into the shopping adventure Anna let the whole store know that she was in desperate need of a snack. So, being the nut parent I am, I left Roger with the cart and made a mad dash to get some goldfish........from the cracker aisle. After assuring Paul that we would pay for it later, the children began fighting over who held the cracker bag.

I had been wanting to get a card for someone so I took Anna with me while Paul chilled out in the cart eating the crackers. As I was looking at the cards Anna eyed some stuffed animals set up for easter. Well, let's just say she attacked the whole shelf and she won. As I was trying to clean up the stuffed animal mess in the aisle Anna decided she needed to look for a greeting card and proceeded to pull an ungodly amount of cards from the files. I had no clue where they went so I shoved them all back into one that looked empty and gave up on getting card for someone.

It doesn't end there.

While Roger was at the pharmacy getting my medicine refilled I attempted to keep the kids entertained by letting them smell the shampoo bottles. Bad idea. Anna opened one, squeezed it as hard as she could and it shot up like an erupting volcano all over me, her and the floor. All I had on me was an old kleenex so my attempts at cleaning the mess up only made it worse. We walked out of the store covered in pink shampoo. :(

So, I confess, I am one of those mothers in the store with her children that everyone hates "oh my gosh I can't believe she just shoved all those cards in there like that. Did you see her open those goldfish before she payed for them? I would never let my children behave like that." yep, that's me. Sorry.

Monday, March 22, 2010


I'm so frustrated right now. I have to send in a pacemaker transmission to my cardiologist through my carelink machine. It replaces a clinic visit and if I miss it I get charged 40.00. Well, the only problem is that I don't have a land line. I have to hook a phone line to one end, place a monitor over my pacemaker, push a button and have all the information that the pacemaker has collected over the past several months sent through the phone to my cardiologist. He then reads the information and sends me an "ALL CLEAR" or a "GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE WE HAVE A PROBLEM" I have called everyone that I know that lives in this town that might have a land line and I can't get ahold of anyone. I hate asking for help.

On top of that Roger left this morning at 4:30 to work on a paper before class and wont be home until after 9pm. I'm exhausted, feel defeated about not being able to get this pacemaker transmission sent and want to curl up in my bed with a bowl of ice cream. At this point in my life I feel like a single parent. A confused single mother that is in need of a land line to send in a her pacemaker transmission. I sometimes want to rip this darn peace of metal out of my shoulder, throw it against the wall, and say "I've had it." But I guess that doesn't make much since does it. I would much rather have a pulse of 70 than of 35.

Ok, I'll go and count my blessings. Wait a second. Anna has just drawn all over the wall. Great. I'll leave that one for Roger to clean "welcome home honey!" ;)

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Paul's 4 year old shots

Paul's four year old shots are complete and I must say that getting those shots was a parental milestone for me. 

A couple of weeks ago Paul was playing with his cars in the upstairs hallway when all of a sudden he screamed out in agony. I ran to the rescue to find blood EVERYWHERE. He had ripped open the palm of his hand on a nail that was sticking up in the hardwood. Upon realizing he hadn't had his 4 year old  shots yet I immediately switched over to EMT mode and rushed him to the local Urgent Care Center. I was determined to get him a tetanus shot. 

When I signed him in at the Urgent Treatment Center I asked the receptionist "He is a patient at the Kentucky Clinic so should I go there or can you give him a shot here? Or does he even need a shot?" She seemed dumb founded by my over concern with the fear of my child getting lock jaw and said to take him to his Doctor.  

I thought CRAP!  I didn't want to drive all the way to Lexington, through afterwork traffic and the doctor look at me like I was an idiot and say "just put a band-aid on that and he'll be fine." So, I went home, called the twilight clinic and asked "should I come? What should I do? It was an old nail and he hasn't had his shots?"  Then I was told to take him to the local hospital. Let me begin by saying that I should have just called my Mom or Mrs Beth Griffith because the hospital visit was a complete mess. And this local hospital is a joke.

First of all I let Paul know that he might have to get a shot. So, when they called us back he screamed out, in front of everyone "DAMN IT I DON'T WANT A SHOT!!!!"  I was mortified. Where did he hear such a thing and how dare he say something like that. Then I remembered that when I get extremely aggravated I yell that out. Lesson learned, let's continue. 

They had no rooms available so we were stuck in the big open area that they use for major trauma victims. So, when the Doctor, who looked annoyed and a tad bit older than me, walked in, Paul yelled out with excitement "WOW I like that gigantic eyeball!!" He was referring to the light over head and the doctor became even more annoyed. I kinda had an overwhelming urge kick him in the shin. Sorry, it was a parental "what the heck" response. I prayed for forgiveness he must have been having a bad day. Me too.

He looked at paul's hand, said he didn't need stitches but an x-ray.  AN X-RAY?  For REAL? Are you Joking? He just cut his hand on a nail?  The doctor looked even more annoyed "he might have particles of nail in his hand" so I went with the flow, who am I to argue, and Paul got an x-RAY. The whole time we were trying to get an x-ray the electricity to the ER was going out. All the lights and machines would shut off and everything would have to be restarted. It was nuts. They blamed it on construction but come on people, your electricity is going out in the emergency room. That is no only annoying but seems pretty dangerous.

AFter all that I still didn't get Paul a tetanus shot. The nurses in the ER said the pharmacy was closed so they wouldn't be able to get one.  I just hate the run around that I got. I'm a young mom, my child slices his hand on a nail, isn't up to date on his shots and I need to know what to do. The expense of an unnecessary x-ray, and the stress of whole thing was just too much to deal with.

Yesterday, Paul finally got his 4 year old shots!!  I had to throw myself on top of him, hold his hands down and kiss his little tears while he screamed out "NO NO NO SHOTS NO NO OWWWW AAAAAHH"  He cried big massive tears but the pediatrician was just so sweet. Paul HATES stickers so she brought him in two hershey kisses!!  While I was caring him to the ca he screamed out "I NEED A WHEELCHAIR."  He was convinced that he would never be able to walk again. Once I put him in his booster seat he said "MOM you're going to need to cut this out of my seat so you can fit my wheel chair in the car."  Then he started screaming "How am I going to be the line leader at school when I wont ever be able to walk again."  Yep, he is a little dramatic. I guess he gets that from me.

Lesson learned. Milestone crossed.


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

small update

just checking in. I am still alive, well, sort of. I'm exhausted. A lot of stuff has been going on that I will blog about later, maybe, if I get a chance.

Roger has been super over worked with school and the church. One minister friend commented that "you know what Lent means don't ya fellow ministers. It's time to work your ashes off."  Well said. When Roger works over time, I work over time with the kids. Monday he was gone from 7am until 9:30pm. Tuesday he was gone from 7:30am until 8:30pm.  Tonight, wednesday he works all day then has evening bible study at the church until 7:30pm. Then tomorrow I have class until 9pm.  So, I am getting REALLY tired of taking care of the kids nonstop. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, bath time, bedtime and getting them to school have been ALL ME. My body hurts, my mind is spinning and my nerves are about to explode. 

I'm still trying to figure out when I am going to take a shower today. Katie is suppose to come over in an hour and I haven't the energy to stand in a shower to wash my body. I want to sleep. 

Pray for me. Pray for Roger. sunday through Thursday are really exhausting for the both of us.

Come friday we would love to collapse but the kids have soooooo much energy.