The Good the Bad and the Velour

The Good:

The good news is, the antibiotics have kicked in and everyone gets to go back to school this week (and seeing as how I have no obligations besides school drop offs and pick ups, my naps may be reinstated.)

The Bad: Has anyone seen me?

I think I would rather have lost my wallet. It had so much information and is my contact for people and places from all over! It is my contact with schools, doctors, friends, family...I feel completely helpless without it. As far as me losing it, perhaps "lost" isn't the best word. My two year old seems to have misplaced it.

"Mi-Mi, did you play with my phone?"

"Yeah." [enthusiastically]

"Where is it?"

"I don't know (one of her favorite things to say), I lost it"

I have been following her around like a lion stalking prey for the past three days trying to memorize and scrutinize patterns of behavior...if I were a two year old with no respect for my mother's property, where would I carelessly leave her cell phone when my short attention span was done with it?

We have called it a million times, looked in trash cans, toilets, closets, pockets, drawers, under beds, under couches, in real purses, in play purses, in shoes...nothin.

So I broke down and bought a new one...again, did I mention that it is my traveling "home"? It makes me feel grounded and connected to my transient lifestyle. So now you can call me, but I don't have your number...not to mention I have had to re-program in Pei Wei take out and Cafe Rio, what a pain. I told my mother in law that I was going to add the cost of my new phone to my daughter's growing tab (for things like broken sunglasses and other miscellaneous broken/lost items over the years). She told me not to bother, that she would have to take out a loan in her adult years to pay it all back.

Moving on, I'm sure that I'll learn to love my new Samsung.

And just because I want to make this entry extrutiatingly long and hard to read....

What is up with velour?

In my pregnant state I have wandered through the isles at Target looking, just looking. And each time I have ended up at the same spot: standing in front of the Liz Lang maternity velour sweatsuits. Something inside me says that it's not right...that velour is for overweight men in their 70's that live in Florida and live in retirement communities. But it feels so right (and by that I mean it feels good on the outside, not the inside.) So finally, after the umpteenth time looking, I grabbed one. Don't get me wrong, I know lots of really cute people that wear velour and look adorable. It just doesn't seem like it should be OK. It makes me think of Elvis. I must admit that it has been worn more than anything else in my closet and I've only had it for a week and a half. My Mom says that it is perfectly acceptable. Her fashion law states that after month 7 of pregnancy you can wear whatever you want as often as you want (with the exception of Big Abby's blue and green dress)...we'll see how sick of it she is in 8 weeks when I have worn smooth spots in the knees and rear end from endless wear and lounging.

I feel like all I'm missing is 2 inch acrylic nails and the word PHAT across my rear end.

Bring on the lounging.

We'll take three viruses to go, please.

We were starting to get bored around here and decided it was time for a real party. All three girls decided to get Strep Throat at the same time. They are pathetic, and lethargic (at certain times of day), feverish and pathetic (did I already say that?) Today Haley and Abby stayed home from school and we established a sicky room. They watched movies and drank juice and colored and rested and then ran around because they were stir crazy. We did a triple doctor's visit where their pediatrician tried to keep all of their records straight, which should have been kind of easy seeing as how they all had identical symptoms. So now we have six bottles of Amoxycilin in the fridge raring and ready to go. Wish us luck with another day in the sicky room tomorrow until the antibiotics kick in and start doing their job.


On the upside, I really am grateful that they are all sick at the same time. I would much rather do this all at once than drag it out for three weeks while they get sick one at a time. And on an even brighter note, aren't we glad that it's not vomit and diarrhea? Yes, we are.

Mo, the tribe has spoken...

The other morning we were sitting at breakfast with our arms folded, waiting for someone to say the prayer. You see, my mother (as everyone who knows her affectionately calls her "Mo") had forgotten in her own home who is really in charge...I had to remind her that it was indeed still her. Then I assured her that she didn't need to be frightened even though we outnumbered her, we would never vote her off the island.Later that night our conversation went something like this:
(after a typical day of mothering small kids, we were slightly tired...)

Mo: you know Emily, it's OK, you can vote me off the island.

Me: No no, you can stay, I'll go...

Oh Jeff, you got the right idea.

'hack' 'cough' 'groan'

So here's a fun surprise. I'm sick, again. Does anyone know where I can get myself some demoral to get me through the next couple of days?...and while you're at it, my Mom's probably gonna need something to recover from these couple of days being totally in charge of my kids while I lay on the couch and moan.
Being sick stinks...but being sick and pregnant stinks even more.