Germy Germs

Kids and Germs. They go hand in hand. Of course. Drama Queen is very aware of germs. This week Mischief began running a fever, and then began vomiting. Drama Queen was all about "don't get near me, don't touch my drink - I don't want your germs". I'm really glad that she knows about germs and spreading them. Really. But this past weekend, I got a small glimpse of some of the impact this knowledge could have on the brain of a 6 (ALMOST 7) year old.

My grandmother has been diagnosed with cancer - uterine and ovarian. On top of that, her house caught on fire recently and I went to visit her to help her get scheduled in an apartment where she will live for the next 5 months. Where she will recuperate from her surgery, and live while her home is rebuilt. I left the girls with F while I traveled to Mimi's house. I worried about my Mimi's health, I worried about her sanity with all of the upheaval, I worried about F dealing with 2 girls for 4 days. I didn't worry about my girls at all.

I was sitting on the floor with Mimi - surrounded by mail and medical papers and clothes in trash bags - when my phone rang. It was Drama Queen. "What are you doing mommy?" "Sitting here next to Mimi - helping her unpack" "Mommy, can cancer spread?" "Yes darling, sometimes it can grow a bit until the doctors can get it out" "Oh." Silence. Silence. Silence. "Drama Queen?" "Yeah mommy" Silence. Silence. Silence. All of a sudden, I get it. "Drama Queen, darling. Cancer might grow in the person who already has it - but it can't spread from one person to another." "So its not like a cold mommy?" "No, darling - mommy can't get it from being here with mimi"

Things I should have talked to her about BEFORE heading off to Mimi's house for 4 days. . .DOH!

Hello Again!

So its been a while. . .yeah - sometimes its like life takes on a life of itself - craziness just oozes out of every pore and I can hardly keep up with my jobs, the kids, the laundry and the dishes - much less find time to post a blog. In the past few months I've. . .hmmm. . .nothing exciting. I'm sure I've cleaned up a few more messes from Mischief (Pee Pot's new name. Its my blog, I'll call her what I want, even if you people refuse to vote), I've refereed multiple fights between Mischief and Drama, I've taught classes, gotten new clients, lost clients, done untold loads of laundry, cooked a thousand meals, dealt with one thousand and one emergencies, lost 5 lbs and gained them back. . .Life is just a repetition of the same scenes over and over. Its really frikken frustrating some times. Times like now. . .

Ever have those days? Where everything seems wrong? Your kids, your job, your marriage, your life - you should get up and clean house but its all too overwhelming. . .and what would be the point - the kids/job/marriage/life would just mess it up again in the morning? Sometimes I swear, it makes more sense to just walk over the clutter than to pick it up. More sense to ignore the child pitching a fit over nothing than to try to discipline or correct. More sense to take a nap than to get up an exercise. More sense to eat the chocolate cake than the salad. More sense to be wrong than to be right.

I need to go to sleep, but I'm so distracted by the utter chaos of life that I can't sleep. . .that I lie in bed and toss and turn and wake up F and irritate him. I would take a sleeping pill, but at this late hour, it would just serve to make me a miserable groggy mess tomorrow. I would take up drinking but unfortunately sobriety would come back and hit me in the face in the morning.

Next up - positive thoughts by Julia: Lets all drop the toaster in the bathtub :) Sorry guys - I'll be lighter hearted tomorrow. And I'll try to post funny kid related stuff soon.