..And OMG mothers day is coming up in less than an hour, eight, maybe nine hours after that the kids will wake up! Blue Boy let it slip that daddy snuck out of bed* this morning and they made me presents!
I'm kind of excited!
We will be spending Mother's Day at my In Laws, She is making a Turkey dinner for us and some of the Sis-In-Laws. Rainbow Man made her a card, Blue Boy picked her some plastic flowers and a vase and the baby wrapped them. (Wrapped is another way to say Put six million pieces of tape everywhere but on the actual paper, then cry because the tape runs out.)
I had a nasty headache today. I think I would go so far as to say it was a migraine. I was VERY sensitive to light, and I laid in bed, not tired at all, not sleeping, with a pillow over my head. Every so often Jittery Joe would come in and tell me something, and just the movement of my face when I answered made me nauseous.
It sucked. I get a lot of headaches, ones that last days but with some Tylenol I am able to still do whatever I want and the pain is just a dull throb in the back of my mind. Today though, this sucker laid me flat, I couldn't do anything, and I really wanted to watch the weather channel to make sure the tornado watch did not become a warning. (I had to turn the bedroom TV off the sound was too much)
Since the house is still standing, I assume it did not.
On Friday Stuperman learned an very important lesson on cause and effect.He learned that it does not matter if you take great care of a balloon; Even if you hold it tight so the wind does not blow it away, if you punch your brother in the head instead of sharing the balloon, or if you draw smiles on it with chalk in a loving manner while you talk to it.
In the end, it doesn't matter how much you love your balloon if you take a hammer and try to pound a nail in it, the balloon WILL pop, and crying does not fix it.
A hug and a ring pop will fix the crying, however.
Tigger The Cat is mad at me again. Tig's vet wants her to lose a bit of her chub, and suggested a diet of measured wet cat food to reach that goal. Also, apparently the wet cat food will help her stop shedding enough hair to make a new cat each day. Every time I go into the kitchen, Tigger starts crying for more food, and when I ignore it, she bites my feet.
Oh, and I gave her a bath tonight. She has bad kitty dandruff and about every two months we wash her with her special vet approved six thousand dollars an ounce kitty dandruff shampoo and brush her out. We usually brush out enough hair to make a sasquatch!
I fully expect to wake up to a few strategically placed hair balls.
*The Husband and I routinely sleep in till eleven or so on weekends. Rainbow Man will change the baby from his night diaper to underwear, unless it is poopy, then he wakes us to do it. RM also feeds his brothers cold cereal and wakes us when there are any problems. Due to the noise level of three unattended boys, It should be obvious that The Husband and I aren't in a deep sleep, and are able to hear if there are any real problems that an adult needs to deal with.
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