Men Could Never Do This Job

Last night, from 5:30 to 2 am, I spent my time with my good friend Sonja as she battled contraction after contraction. We walked, we went to dinner, we climbed stairs, we laughed, all the while knowing that it was for a great cause. They were coming hard and fast, every 2 1/2-3 minutes and were lasting over a minute each, so we knew we were close.

Or not.

Around 11, they started to slow a bit. Poor Sonja was in a lot of pain and her back was killing her so she stopped to rest for just a few minutes. And her contractions decided to stop and rest as well. Pretty soon they were 5 minutes apart...not as hard....not as frequent.....Uuuuggghhhhh!

I finally left around 2 and Sonja was zonked out fast asleep. I felt so bad for her knowing that she was going to have to do the whole thing over again. And this is a girl who went into pre-term labor 7 weeks ago and has been contracting ever since. Yeah, that STINKS.

I have her two other daughters here with me today and they were so disappointed to learn that everything had slowed down. Then, around 7:30 this morning, Sonja called and said her water had broke and they were on their way to the hospital! Hooray! I'll keep you posted....

They Should Really Come With A Warning Label

Last night we had some friends over and we decided to carve pumpkins. (Um, Heather, hello???)

Anyway, I was cleaning up dinner and helping my girls with their pumpkins when I decided to dive right in and get Squish's pumpkin cleaned out. She was literally picking out a seed at a time and while I wanted her to explore and have fun, I also wanted her to hurry the freak up.

So I'm scraping, I'm pulling, I'm up to my elbows in goop and gunk when all of a sudden, my thumb and finger started KILLING ME. I went and cleaned off my hands, looked for what was causing my fingers to throb in pain but couldn't find anything. I didn't say anything to anyone because really, who gets hurt carving pumpkins?

The pain literallly kept me up for awhile last night and when I woke up this morning, the tops of my finger and thumb were bright red and still throbbing. BIZAARE to say the least.

I still have no idea what I did and I laugh at myself, because it's funny and silly and completely my life. A pumpkin injury. Who knew?

My Recommendations

When you have strep throat and your husband is at work for the night, here's what I suggest:

-Take a bath immediately following dinner and get into comfy jammies.

-Tell kids to do the same.

-Pop a big bowl of popcorn for the kids to eat and cozy up together for Movie Theater Night.

-Watch "Surf's Up" for the 7th time since it came via Netflix and rest the throat.

I'll be better in no time.

See What Hanging Out With Them Does To Me!

Okay, Friends Week here at the PRP will officially be starting next week....

I came home from my fabulous weekend away and awoke Monday morning with a serious sore throat, hacking cough, and a beautilicious case of PINK EYE. Who gets that crud anymore?

Me.

So, I'm not quite feeling up to bloggy par, and I have to have my "A" game well intact to discuss my friends.

Between the illness, PTO madness, and getting organized for Rochelle's Crop, I'm bushwacked.

But I'll be back. With stories to tell. Stay tuned....

Busy Girl

Ok, friends week will have to come next week because I am way to busy to compile my thoughts on that massive subject.

I've done my errands for the day, been to the new Target (which is DIVINE), and now get to pack up the family for our weekend activities.

Busting with excitement? Yeah, that'd be me.

Until then, check out this fabulous idea.....

Have a great weekend!

Coming To You Live From The Only High School Calculus Class I've Ever Been In

Did you miss me?


Oh, not really?


That sucks.


So sorry for my absence. My mom has been here for a week now, helping me out and making life so much easier and I haven't taken the time to blog which I really missed. Weird how you can depend on something so simple to get you through your day.

To update:

*Last Friday my mom and I returned from our errands to find a plate of yumminess and a jar of homemade goodness gracing my front door. The card that accompanied it said something like "we think you're great, welcome to our neck of the woods!" How great is that? Made me smile and think, once again, how grateful I am for the fantastic friends that I have. (More on that to come later this week!) This one and that one are to blame for their generosity and kind deed. I'm hoping they feel like joining me for lunch at my place on Thursday...

*I finally got bedding for my room thanks to the keen eye of my mom and it makes me so happy. Every time I walk into my room I smile and praise the bargain bin at Bed, Bath & Beyond for getting my room out of it's ghetto slump. Now I just need furniture.

*This weekend I am heading off for my annual Lfest Retreat (more to come on that) which is where me and three of the greatest women on the planet spend a weekend together doing what we do best-laughing, crying, sleeping, eating and loving every minute of it. I CANNOT WAIT. Nothing rejuvenates my soul more than time with these women. Well, them and cheesecake.

*Next weekend, my oldest friend Kelly is coming to visit and I CANNOT WAIT FOR THAT EITHER. Kelly is the type of friend that everyone should have. She is loyal, compassionate, sincere, genuine, honest, hysterical and lovely in every way. I have known her since I was three (can you believe that?) and she has been there for every step of my life. She also has a memory like an iron vice and she constantly cracks me up by remembering every word I've ever said and every outfit I ever wore. It's kind of freaky, really, but I love her TO DEATH. Can't wait.

*I called home awhile ago (Lindsay & I are doing time at PHS) and my mom told me that Sienna came to her while playing, told her she needed to go potty, and then went in and PEED and POOPED on the TOILET. Oh yeah people, I've got a potty training rock star on my hands! And oddly enough, I haven't even really started potty training her. Who knew Elmo panties could work such magic?

That about covers it. I think I'll spend the rest of the week highlighting my amazing friends which should make for some interesting reading.

Happy Tuesday!

No Wonder I Never Get Anything Done

I'm having a very busy Monday. I'm conducting my own little experiment and it's taking a lot of my time to collect all the data. There are charts and graphs involved. It's very scientific, I assure you. What am I studying, you ask?

The number of times in a day I go pee.

I've had the feeling that I pee more frequently then most people for quite some time and I finally decided to take matters into my own hands (don't worry, I'm a washer.) After doing some general research on my friends (who think I'm crazy, again, but what else is new?) I discovered that I do in fact make more trips to the loo than your average bear.

The friends I surveyed revealed that they generally peed about 5-7 times in a day. A DAY. I was floored, as I have usually gone to the bathroom that many times by 10 am. I know. It's so annoying.


I know there are things that I do that contribute to the urgency of my bowels but I can't help it. Yes, I do drink a ton of water each and every day. And yes, I do enjoy an herbal green tea lemonade every morning with breakfast, which is a known diuretic. But still, STILL. I need some rest. And to buy stock in Charmin.


I think I've narrowed down my pee frequency to three things, but it's a little too late to do anything about it, and while they're cute, I feel like I spend more time in the john than I do anywhere else.


Reason #1: Spencer

Reason #2: Hannah

Reason #3: Sienna


Here it is, 2:48 pm and I have already visited the porcelain throne 12 times today. It's ridiculous and annoying and time consuming and I'm sick, sick, sick of it. Which only means one thing....time to visit everyone's favorite doc, Dr. Turner!

Stay tuned for the hilarity that will ensue....