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Early mornings, where is Christmas? Puke and pronuciation.

Yes, that’s what I said.  I will finish my thought from last time and explain the “cliff-hangers” I left (haha..the thought of people hanging on my every word just cracks me up), but then I have some new and ridiculously interesting things to say (laughter again).

Early mornings.  Jenny has decided that waking up before Mike leaves for work or just after he leaves is a great idea.  Elias doesn’t do so well with this, and so halfway through the day, he is grumpy and whiny..and Elias-y.  This morning I had to get up earlier than normal (way earlier, actually) because we went with my mother-in-law to the next town to do some shopping – she works there, it’s forty minutes away, and they have stores that we don’t, for some stupid reason.  Anyway, I was up before Mike was, and it seems that this is happening a little more frequently as of late.  I don’t necessarily get up and let the kids out when they wake up early – I usually wait for Jenny to say she has to go the bathroom before I do that – but it still makes it hard to keep sleeping when I can hear them laughing and yelling and throwing things in the next room.  Yeah, I could whine about this for a long time..next thought.

Christmas snuck up on me this year.  The lack of decorations is due to the size and layout of our house and the type of decorations we have.  We don’t have space for a tree unless we do major rearranging, and I don’t trust my kids with a tree anyway.  As for the rest of the decorations, I did manage to bring a few sets of lights in from the shed, as well as some things to hang on the wall to make it look just a little bit festive, but the farthest I’ve gotten is to hang a little wooden sign over the mirror by the door that says: “So many flakes, so little time.”  I had a good laugh over that one back when I bought it years ago…ah, good old double meanings.  This may be all that gets done.  The lack of planning for Christmas, on the other hand, is solely my fault due to laziness and procrastination.  I kept telling myself, “I have so much time!” and then suddenly it was a week before Christmas and nothing was done.  Because my family and a good number of my friends are in the states, mailing cards and gifts takes pre-planning.  It generally takes a minimum of a week to get things there, so by the time I had this light bulb above my head, it was too late to expect anything to get there on time.  Bah, humbug.

The thing about schedule conflicts is past, but I will at least leave a blurb about it.  Sunday: church, lunch, naps, employee/family Christmas party, Jenny’s stage debut at our church singing Away in a Manger.  Christmas party started at 5:30, performance started at 6:30.  We left the party after the kids got gifts from “Santa” and rushed to the church so that Jenny could stand on the stage NOT singing through the first verse of the song, and then stand with her back to the large congregation for the second time through.  She added a backwards glance and heavy sigh to make sure people knew this was so not cool.  Yeah.  Everyone expects some kid to do this, but I just didn’t think it would be mine.  Anyway, after that, we rushed back to the party to bowl.  It was not such a great party.  Then we came home, put the kids to bed, finished one movie and started another and Mike went to a hockey game.  He had the opportunity to play two games that night, but I put my foot down.  Two activities is not bad, three is more than enough and four is just silly.

Economy.  Things are expensive.  Gas is cheaper now, but groceries break the bank.  No more overtime + no promised raise = forced budgeting and putting savings on hold.  More humbugs.  That’s okay, we’ve seen worse times than this and made it through just fine.

Here comes the fun part.

I made chicken pot pie last night.  Well, veggie chicken pot pie, anyway.  It was good, Mike especially loved it, I ate just a bit too much, the kids ate just a bit too little.  One hour later (ish), I got the most terrible feeling in my stomach.  We went to bed early last night since I had to get up early this morning.  We were in bed by nine o’clock – a rare treat – but my stomach hurt so bad, it took me two hours to even drift off.  And then I got up and puked.  And went back to bed shivering.  And got up and puked.  And puked again.  At one point, I was wearing my nightgown (yes, I wear a nightgown…and no, I don’t mean an old lady one or a piece of lingerie..it’s a nice in-between), a pair of fleece pajama pants and a fleece housecoat.  I woke up feeling all right and made it through a day of driving and shopping just fine, but on the way home, it started to resurface.  Right now, after eating the only thing that sounded good to me – sticky white rice, miso soup and one piece of inari – I feel like puking again.  What a waste of…however much money I spent on it.  I should go to bed, but I get the feeling that it will just be a repeat of last night.  I’d rather stay up, get the puking out of the way and then go to bed.

So, this is the fun part. 

Mike said tonight, after putting Elias to bed, “Ah, my son’s two favourite things: beer and boobies.”


Elias is talking a lot lately, but his pronunciation is still something that only we really understand.  My family actually brought the second thing up when we were in the states visiting – they had noticed that Elias asked for “boobies” a lot.  I’m sure some of them thought he was still nursing or something, but what that actually means is “movies”.  As for the beer, no, we don’t get our two year old inebriated – he just likes his stuffed “bear” to be in bed with him at night.  That was what prompted Mike to say what he said – Elias’s request for his bear as he went to bed.

Anyway, I thought it was funny.  But then, he is my kid, and we generally think our kids are a lot funnier than other people find them to be.  So laugh, or don’t laugh.


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The baby who didn’t want to sleep, and other stories.

Okay, so Erik does want to sleep, but he doesn’t know it.  He is too involved with the world around him right now and so he takes a lot of convincing to get him to go to sleep.  Convincing, otherwise known as “the breast”. 

Yesterday, in my infected stupor, I really needed a nap.  It seemed as though I had just drifted off when he woke up crying.  I made a few trips back to the bedroom (I was sleeping on the couch) to put the soother back in his mouth (that’s a pacifier to all you Americans), but then just decided to ignore the crying and go back to sleep myself.  It worked.  Yesterday. 

I put him down just before I put the kids down, maybe forty minutes ago, and every time it seems he’s gone to sleep, he starts up again.  I’m afraid I’m made him too reliant on sucking to go to sleep, which is not such a good thing in my mind.  For the life of me, I can’t remember if we used a soother to make Elias sleep or not.  I just remember that he sucked his thumb really early.  Anyway, today I’m trying to ignore it, even though it seems he’s just going to keep it up.  I know that eventually he’ll have to go to sleep, just because he’s exhausted.

I’m not feeling so awful today, so I whipped up some muffins to take to Bible study tomorrow and I did a bit of lunch clean up (don’t worry, I didn’t do too much).  After the kids had been in bed for a while and I assumed they were asleep, Jenny surprised me by saying she had to go to the bathroom.  When I opened the door, she was stark naked.  Have I mentioned this new obsession?  Yeah, she likes to take her clothes off.  I’m not enjoying it very much, but at least she hasn’t done it in public yet.  It usually doesn’t happen during naps, so I was surprised by that also.  The most common time for stripping is at night – if she gets up in the middle of the night, she’s frequently naked or down to her underwear.  It’s summer, and often warm in the house, so I don’t really mind if she just sleeps in underwear, but I’m kind of down on her being entirely nude.

Since I’ve touched on two of my children, I’ll move on to the middle one.  The clingy, emotional, whiny, demanding, adorable, almost two year old boy.  It’s a good thing he’s so cute, because man, is he a cry baby.  I sincerely hope he grows out of this.  Things that happened today to demonstrate his personality: I put soup in the microwave to heat and he promptly burst into tears because he thought I was taking it away and not going to give him lunch.  He came in the kitchen to sit with me but was not being very nice, so I put him down, and he burst into tears.  I would not give him candy when he asked for it and..you guessed it – tears.  The hard thing is to be firm with him and not let him get away with things because he is so beautiful.  If he was our only child, he would be spoiled.  I can almost guarantee it.  The kid has huge dark brown eyes and long eyelashes and can give you a look that just melts you.  Of course, then he asks for “nandy” and you have to say no and those huge dark eyes fill up with tears and his cute pouting mouth opens wide with a near scream.  It’s not very pleasant.

Well, while I’m at it, I may as well say something about myself.  I went this morning for a barium x-ray to check out my esophagus.  My mom and her dad have a condition called either Shotsky’s Ring or Feline Esophagus, which basically makes it very difficult to swallow things unless they are very well chewed.  The esophagus gets narrow where it shouldn’t be with a Shotsky’s Ring, and if I remember right, with Feline Esophagus, the whole thing is bumpy..or something.  I seemed to have inherited one of these conditions as well, but the x-ray will show us how bad it is.  My mom used to have her esophagus stretched, but there are other procedures now that could help me to avoid the pain that comes with getting food stuck in my throat.  It’s not choking, but it hurts pretty bad and it usually requires forced vomiting, which then makes people think you’re bulimic.  I’m not, by the way, in case you ever follow me to the bathroom in a restaurant and hear me puking.  I’m either pregnant or have something stuck.

The irony of it is that I went for my x-ray on an empty stomach (it’s required) and went for some breakfast on my way to pick up the kids.  Two bites into my Tim Horton’s breakfast sandwich, it got stuck.  Badly.  So badly that I had to pull the van over and throw up in a cup.  Sorry.  I hope you’re not eating right now.  I am…man, these muffins are amazing.

Okay, I’ve touched on the kids and myself, how about Mike?  All I can say about Mike right now is that he loves his job and has been working a lot of overtime.  He’ll be working Saturday again, but since we need the money, I don’t mind very much.  I’ll take the good job and required overtime over a job that he hates.  If he hated his job (or just didn’t like it much), it would be hard to ask him to work overtime, even if we needed the money.

On another, completely unrelated note, we’re going south next month.  More than likely around the 23rd, although I haven’t spoken to my sister, so I can’t be completely sure.  I want to know if she wants us there before her wedding so that I can help her a bit, or if it doesn’t matter.  If it doesn’t matter to her, I think we’ll go just before that weekend and stay into the next week, although I don’t know how long yet, either.  Mike is going to find out how much time he can have off before we finalize anything.  If I only had one kid to travel with, I’d consider going down with him and then taking the bus back home, but I can’t imagine doing it with all three by myself.  And anyway, then we’d have the cost of bus tickets and the cost of gas for the van both ways.  And gas is not cheap right now.

I had other things to say, but forgot most of them.  I was going to mention that I feel like painting, and since I bought canvas last night and some crackle medium, I may just do that.  Or maybe I should take a nap, instead.

If it’s not too much trouble, I do have one request of my readers.  If you read this, could you post a comment for me?  I’m wondering how many people are actually reading and how many people just stumble upon the blog because they were searching for “pictures of messy housewives” – something I never intended with my title.  I know I have at least one person who reads most of what I write, but I’d love to know it if there are others who read regularly.  If you don’t mind saying – tell me where you’re from, too.  I know that I read a number of blogs (yes, mostly food blogs) and they’re all over the world, and I rarely post comments (like, I did it twice, I think), so the blogger would have no idea that they have a reader in Northeastern British Columbia.

Anyway, that’s all for now.

Oh, and for those who need convincing on the “Elias is cute” subject, here he is:

Elias in all his ruddy boyhood


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This is getting ridiculous

Brace yourselves, I’m about to complain.

Where do I start?  Oh, right, with my breasts.  Shocking and crude?  Not quite.

Well, I’m breastfeeding, and sometimes when you’re breastfeeding, you get plugged milk ducts or something else that gives you an infection.  I had four infections when I was nursing Jenny and five with Elias.  At the rate I’m going with Erik, I’ll almost constantly have them this time.  I don’t understand why I get them – I wish I did.  My first infection with Erik started two weeks ago tomorrow.  I took grapefruit seed extract three times a day for three days and it was gone.  One week after the beginning of that one, I had one in the other breast.  I tried a slightly different treatment – three times a day, but for four or five days (honestly, I got a bit busy and kept forgetting to take them).  For the last few days, I’ve felt perfectly normal.  This morning I got up to get Erik and felt really full, so I nursed him on the side that felt worse and thought it was better.  Now I’ve spent most of the day feeling rotten and pained – on both sides!  I finally decided that I was just going to go to the doctor.  With the other kids, I almost always went and got put on antibiotics.  The grapfruit seed extract was supposed to help me avoid that.  Now I figure that I should probably go on antibiotics for a week and totally rid myself of the infections and then start taking the extract and maybe garlic pills to prevent the infection.  I’m not sure if it will work, but I can’t live with having an infection every week, and taking three pills a day every day will get expensive.

So, add to the illness the fact that in the in-between times I can’t seem to get much done around the house.  The kids are hanging on me and testing my patience and by the time they’re napping, I’m wiped out myself.  Ideally, I would have a break from them when I’m really sick and when I’m really well.  If I’m sick and they’re not here, I can rest and work on getting better.  If I’m well and they’re not here, I can get things done.  Unfortunately, I don’t really have anyone here who I can go to for that sort of break.  My mother lives twenty-something hours away and my mother-in-law works.  Mike has been working late almost every night of the week and worked six and a half hours on Saturday which left me at home with the kids six days in a row (or at least most of six days).

I dream of getting better and getting the house in order so I can actually do some of the things I’ve been wanting to do.

I want to write more.  I want to be creative; paint, sew, finish the projects that I started such a long time ago.  I want to turn on music and feel like singing and dancing.  I want to go for walks.

Right now, I just want to sleep.  My head is starting to feel funny.  I feel all tilted and strange, like my center of gravity is off or something.  My hands feel miles away from me and I feel tipped over, even though I’m more or less sitting up straight.  It’s the infection talking, I know, but it does not make it easier to put up with.

Whine, whine.  I know, but someday I’ll be back to normal and I can be upbeat and positive and…normal.

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The P word and illness

P for Progress

Yes, I made a bit yesterday due to the fact that my sister-in-law was coming over to stay here while I went to the doctor with Erik.  The kids were having their nap and she was just here with her son, playing sudoku, I think, while I was gone.  However, I have a terrible fear of people seeing my house at its worst, so I did some basics – dishes and counter tops, sweeping the floor, cleaning the toilet (which was almost pointless…I’ll explain later).

Deep down, I know she doesn’t care, because she has a two month old baby who is fussy quite often, so she admits that she can’t keep her house clean either.  I just know her mother and the way those girls were raised.  Their standards of cleanliness are much different than mine.  I was mostly raised by a single man who had to work full time and then some, so our house wasn’t very clean unless my grandmother had come to do her semi-annual cleanup, which was downright scary.  She did everything, including re-organizing our clothing.  That part always bugged us, but the clean window sills, spotless refrigerator and mildew free shower were nice. 

But I digress.  My apologies to those of you who have heard this story before.

Anyway, even though I tell myself not to worry about it, and that no one is going to care what my house looks like, I still push to get things done when under the pressure of company.  It’s one thing to have clutter, it’s another to have three day old spaghetti dried to the floor and to have completely run out of spoons because they’re all in the wash.  These seem to be weekly occurrences in my home.

On to the other half of my post (illness): I have another hindrance to cleaning – mastitis!  I had my first bout last week on Tuesday and then, last night (Tuesday), I got it on the other side.  I found that grapefruit seed extract (GSE) could be taken to get rid of the infection, so I took it for three days last week and that one was gone.  Apparently, I’m doing something wrong, though, because I have never had it twice within a week.  I did some reading and found out that anemia can contribute to recurring infections, so I’m going to start taking my iron again and see if that helps.  I think taking some sort of immune booster could help, too, but I’m not sure what I should take.  I’ve always assumed that the problem is my overabundant milk supply when I’m nursing and the fact that I can’t actually tell when I’ve emptied a breast.  I get the feeling that I always have milk and never have empty breasts, but I could be wrong, I suppose.

So, now I’m treating myself a second time with GSE and hoping this isn’t a weekly thing from now on.  The hard part is that it doesn’t just hurt (that’s bad enough as it is).  It makes me sick – like a really bad flu does.  Extreme fatigue, dizziness, aching muscles and sometimes fever.  The good news this time is that I’ve already started taking something, so maybe it will work before the flu symptoms set in.  Last week I had to deal with them for the better part of an afternoon.

I guess the progress I made yesterday can at least make me feel better today about what I don’t feel like doing.  I don’t feel like doing the dishes or cleaning up the basket of blankets and pillows that the kids unloaded in the living room.  I don’t feel like folding laundry, either, but I at least had to put a load in so the sheets would get washed.  Erik decided to pee and squirt-poop on the bed this morning before I could get a new diaper on him.  I guess that would be the benefit of a change table….but we do not have room for one, so the bed has to be good enough for now.  The irony of it is that I was sitting there thinking about how seldom he pees on me.  Okay, I was being cocky apparently.  I’ll be more careful next time.

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