Are you kidding?

My oldest son has gone to work today (actually for this whole week) with my hubby. Brownie is wanting to earn some money so that he can take his girlfriend to the prom. Sounds fairly easy and straight forward doesn't it? He is supposed to help around the shop... sweep, pull weeds.. whatever yucky chores they can devise for him. I though that he would be perfectly safe. Shows what I know.....

I had just gotten out of the shower (sometimes you have to have one) and my son was calling me. When I answered, he immediately handed the phone to his dad who demanded to know where I was and why it had taken me so long to answer the phone. (My husband has forbidden me to set foot out of this house without his prior consent due to the early state of my labor... blah, blah.)

Anyway... after convincing him that I had not been at the zoo he informed me that my son had washed his hands with some orange soap and had had an allergic reaction to the soap. Brownie is deathly allergic to plants and also fruits. He is supposed to carry an epi-pen with him where ever he happenes to be because if his reaction is severe enough he really only has about 6 minutes in which to shove a needle into his thigh and administer the medicine. No biggie...right? Except for the fact that he was at work about 25 minutes away and his pen is down stairs in his backpack. Lovely.

They rushed to the store and had gotten him some Benadryl to take and were just calling to tell me he was fine. His fingers and his tongue both felt swollen but he was feeling fine and so "not to worry...hahahahaha" my husband told me. Well, don't I feel better now? I had never imagined that by simply touching a fruity object that my son might have problems.

So what is the lesson we have learned from this experience.... DO NOT WASH YOUR HANDS!! I told Brownie to just wipe his hands off on the back of his dad's shirt.... a little extra dirt won't kill him. Washing his hands might though!

Happy B-day to Me........

Yesterday I was blessed to celebrate my birthday. I am now 25-K. Or as my children say... OLD.

It was mostly a normal day at our house. I baked a chocolate cake while the boys were all at school. I don't really care for chocolate any more but I know that is a mutant gene that I have developed over the years. So I continue to fight for a cure.

Later... I took my Blonde son shopping for shoes. He is getting to go home for Spring Break because he needs some Pop-pop time.... and since my parents are not coming up in May like planned before we have decided to put him on a plane (alone... I am trying not to think about it. ) Anyway. My hubby had mentioned a few weeks ago the our son looked like he needed some new shoes. I figured if the ones he had could make it through basketball we would think about getting some new ones later. So yesterday morning I happened to notice that my Blonde son literally had worn his shoes out completely... you could see his toes. So we went to find shoes and had the lady measure his feet with that metal thing and discovered that my son needed a size 10 shoe. The ones were his toes stuck out were only size 8. Umm. I told my child that in the future to just tell me his shoes are getting too small instead of waiting until they are totally numb from lack of room. Needless to say we also bought new church shoes... the ones he has been wearing are like 7 1/2. Ouch!

Then... my day really got exciting.... I had a three hour primary meeting. I must admit thought that it was nice to eat the brownies they made for me and the pink roses were really pretty.

Following that... my hubby took us all out to Red Robbin where I ate way too much. We came home and had cake... I was given a dozen red roses from my hubby, The Bee Movie and a new coulender from my sons. We ate the cake (which is really good for breakfast too) and everybody went to bed.

All in all... not a bad day. Want some cake?

Hit it again!

Maybe it is my hormones... maybe it is because I have yet another cough that causes me to piddle.... maybe it is that we spent sooo much money on my hubby's gym membership... I don't know. I think I am going crazy.

For the last three mornings... my hubby has "planned" on getting up and going to the gym. He spends lots of time gripping about his weight (as he eats oreos in front of the TV) and about how he wants to be less fat. Okay fine. I can live with that...What gets on my nerves is when the morning comes he hits the snooze button on the clock.
Not just once or twice.... seriously like 5 or 6 times if not more!

I am supposed to get up at 5:15am to wake up Brownie so that he has time to shower and text his girlfriend before seminary. No problem... I go back to bed again until 5:45am when I drag my big belly out of bed and start the car for our morning outing. Most mornings I then return to bed until almost 7 when it is time to pick him up again. (Blonde is great about getting up on his own with his alarm..without using the snooze).

When the hubby plans to "go" to the gym... the alarm starts going off at about 4:45.... continuing every seven blooming minutes until he gets up at 6am. That means he hits the snooze.... too dang many times!! I have thought of putting some sort of device on the clock to zap him awake but he might get mad and wake up Squish... who is of course sleeping with his elbow in the back of my neck.

I forgot...

I think of all sorts of things to blog about when I am nowhere near the computer.... but by the time I sit down I have forgotten everything I wanted to say. Jellybean says it is because of Mikayla. Maybe he's right. Currently I am taking pills to lower my blood pressure to stop contractions and I have been instructed by the doctor that my iron is too low (I am supposed to increase my intake by 350 mg a day) and also I am suppose to stay off my feet as much as possible.
Maybe I am losing my mind like Jellybean thinks....