Hunh. It's "spring break". Other wise known as the week my kids are typically with their dad. Things change, people change, and that is no longer the status quo. I am trying really hard to let go of this- typically, I would be costuming a show for an awesome family theater company- but I had to let that go. I would potentially be having lunches and brunches with friends. Yeah, well, that's out.
Given that J is still just nine days post op- this year I was totally ok with keeping the boys with me. I didn't know how J would respond to surgery, if there would be complications. He did great, and was a miserable sack of sadness for a full seven days- again, anticipated.
Now I am understanding how some animals eat their young. I adore my boys- to the end of the universe and back again five thousand times. However, I think my brain might actually be melting.
That pretty much sums up my week.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Medical Musings...and Calories....
So if you read my blog regularly, you know that my J had surgery this week at Mass Eye and Ear Infirmary. And yes, that's his surgeon in the picture. They are #1 in the nation for the second year in a row, and now I know why.
Arrival time was 8 am. With traffic, we left at 5:45 am and got there around 7:30. Checked in on the 10th floor, peds. Waited about twelve seconds and then we were called back- vitals checked, scrubs issued to me and J (who wound up never wearing them THANK GOODNESS! My kid has serious anxiety, especially around clothes). We were then assigned a ROOM. Like a real hospital room with a bed, and a bathroom, tv, nurses, windows, everything. J was completely enamored with the window shades and that amused him for a good hour. No sitting in a waiting room for 2+ hours. We could all have a home base.
April 11th was really hot in Boston. Nearly 90 degrees according to Hyperion, JB's trusty car. I thankfully thought ahead to the wearing of scrubs and wore leggings as opposed to a skirt. Thank goodness I did because those scrubs were unforgiving. Pants fit fine- but the shirt? I walked out to the nurses station to see Carlene the charge nurse- and she looked at me and laughed- "It's the boobs, right??". Yes indeed. This wonderful woman grabbed me a scrub shirt that actually allowed for boobs. Next challenge. Getting J into his hospital issue jammies- this resulted in a dose of Versed the last time he had surgery in November, as he HAD TO WEAR THEM. This time? Angelic charge nurse Carlene again to the rescue- "Doesn't matter- if it's stressing him out then forget them".
We just hung out until 10:10- then I took J down to the surgical floor in my appropriately fitting scrubs, and him in his regular shark t-shirt and green shorts. Pre-surgical was where the magic started to happen. The anesthesiologist happened. She got J. She saw the shark shirt and pulled out her phone and showed him a video she took scuba diving. He fell in love with her! Brianna the child life specialist happened. I totally anticipated the gnashing of teeth and the claws coming out- but she played with him on the floor while I put my booties and cap on. He got to smell all of the potential anesthesia scents, and decided on a smorgasbord of EVERY SINGLE ONE in his "scuba mask". I met with the surgeon, and then J climbed into a Power Wheels car and got to "drive" to the OR. If that isn't child centric, what is???
Upon entering the OR, the ugly started. J didn't want to lie down. So the lovely anesthesiologist pulled out her phone again, and played the scuba diving video- while Brianna gave him his "scuba mask"- no fighting, no fear- J drifted off and I was out the door.
Surgery felt like forever. It went very well, and it was discovered that his adenoids had developed a bacterial infection (like I had suspected) and were drastically impacting his breathing and ears- hence the sleep apnea and the frequent ruptures- they weren't from his ears but from pus and fluids trying to get out. Cue my total anger that the hospital in November told me "adenoids don't grow back". If they had LOOKED my kid could have been spared nearly five months of anxious misery.
Then PACU (post anesthesia care unit)- always the ugliest phase- when it's working it's way out of little bodies it's a lot like a WWE wrestling match. Hitting, scratching, biting, head butting- it took a few of us to keep J in the bed- and finally we went back to his room. It was still ugly there but NOTHING like in the PACU. The IV pissed him off to no end because it was on his thumb sucking hand. Eventually he calmed and fell asleep on me in the chair- he had tolerated some italian ice and a few sips of water. Kiddos have to stay on the floor for at least two hours upon release from the PACU- and once that time frame elapsed and he was still asleep JB went to find a nurse- so we could get that IV out while he was asleep. Apparently I was like the first parent ever to request this and the nurse was all "what a great idea!". IV out, still sleeping. Load into stroller, still sleeping (and I am super grateful I brought the stroller which has been sitting unloved for three years) and out to the car.
Bottom line, while J is still recovering and not feeling great, I am so FLIPPING impressed with the care he received at Mass Eye & Ear.
That said, my eating and exercise routine is in a tailspin- keeping under my calorie count for the day, but the exercise is a fail- and that's totally ok. This week has been about my kiddo and not my fat ass.
Next week, concerns over said fat ass shall resume.
Arrival time was 8 am. With traffic, we left at 5:45 am and got there around 7:30. Checked in on the 10th floor, peds. Waited about twelve seconds and then we were called back- vitals checked, scrubs issued to me and J (who wound up never wearing them THANK GOODNESS! My kid has serious anxiety, especially around clothes). We were then assigned a ROOM. Like a real hospital room with a bed, and a bathroom, tv, nurses, windows, everything. J was completely enamored with the window shades and that amused him for a good hour. No sitting in a waiting room for 2+ hours. We could all have a home base.
April 11th was really hot in Boston. Nearly 90 degrees according to Hyperion, JB's trusty car. I thankfully thought ahead to the wearing of scrubs and wore leggings as opposed to a skirt. Thank goodness I did because those scrubs were unforgiving. Pants fit fine- but the shirt? I walked out to the nurses station to see Carlene the charge nurse- and she looked at me and laughed- "It's the boobs, right??". Yes indeed. This wonderful woman grabbed me a scrub shirt that actually allowed for boobs. Next challenge. Getting J into his hospital issue jammies- this resulted in a dose of Versed the last time he had surgery in November, as he HAD TO WEAR THEM. This time? Angelic charge nurse Carlene again to the rescue- "Doesn't matter- if it's stressing him out then forget them".
We just hung out until 10:10- then I took J down to the surgical floor in my appropriately fitting scrubs, and him in his regular shark t-shirt and green shorts. Pre-surgical was where the magic started to happen. The anesthesiologist happened. She got J. She saw the shark shirt and pulled out her phone and showed him a video she took scuba diving. He fell in love with her! Brianna the child life specialist happened. I totally anticipated the gnashing of teeth and the claws coming out- but she played with him on the floor while I put my booties and cap on. He got to smell all of the potential anesthesia scents, and decided on a smorgasbord of EVERY SINGLE ONE in his "scuba mask". I met with the surgeon, and then J climbed into a Power Wheels car and got to "drive" to the OR. If that isn't child centric, what is???
Upon entering the OR, the ugly started. J didn't want to lie down. So the lovely anesthesiologist pulled out her phone again, and played the scuba diving video- while Brianna gave him his "scuba mask"- no fighting, no fear- J drifted off and I was out the door.
Surgery felt like forever. It went very well, and it was discovered that his adenoids had developed a bacterial infection (like I had suspected) and were drastically impacting his breathing and ears- hence the sleep apnea and the frequent ruptures- they weren't from his ears but from pus and fluids trying to get out. Cue my total anger that the hospital in November told me "adenoids don't grow back". If they had LOOKED my kid could have been spared nearly five months of anxious misery.
Then PACU (post anesthesia care unit)- always the ugliest phase- when it's working it's way out of little bodies it's a lot like a WWE wrestling match. Hitting, scratching, biting, head butting- it took a few of us to keep J in the bed- and finally we went back to his room. It was still ugly there but NOTHING like in the PACU. The IV pissed him off to no end because it was on his thumb sucking hand. Eventually he calmed and fell asleep on me in the chair- he had tolerated some italian ice and a few sips of water. Kiddos have to stay on the floor for at least two hours upon release from the PACU- and once that time frame elapsed and he was still asleep JB went to find a nurse- so we could get that IV out while he was asleep. Apparently I was like the first parent ever to request this and the nurse was all "what a great idea!". IV out, still sleeping. Load into stroller, still sleeping (and I am super grateful I brought the stroller which has been sitting unloved for three years) and out to the car.
Bottom line, while J is still recovering and not feeling great, I am so FLIPPING impressed with the care he received at Mass Eye & Ear.
That said, my eating and exercise routine is in a tailspin- keeping under my calorie count for the day, but the exercise is a fail- and that's totally ok. This week has been about my kiddo and not my fat ass.
Next week, concerns over said fat ass shall resume.
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Planning Ahead and Other Failures...
I always try to plan ahead- I like to know where I am going to be and what I am going to be doing WAAAAAY ahead of time. It kind of irritates some of my friends in October of 2016 I am trying to make plans for December of 2017- but then we score the good Polar Express tickets and everyone gets over it. However, with kids, I can't always keep to my plans. And I hate it. And that's ok.
Sometimes things don't work out. I am not spending my day as I anticipated, and I will handle that. I didn't lose another pound I gained one- and that's ok. I have been so super anxious about J's surgery that I slacked off on raw veggie prep- and that impacted my weight loss. And I know that, and guess what? That's ok.
Every day is a new day. For me, today, every veggie I chop and toss in the fridge is a choice- I am choosing to plan for what is going to be a very stressful, non-routine week.
The best I can do is plan for what I know, and be prepared to adjust. And that's ok.
Sometimes things don't work out. I am not spending my day as I anticipated, and I will handle that. I didn't lose another pound I gained one- and that's ok. I have been so super anxious about J's surgery that I slacked off on raw veggie prep- and that impacted my weight loss. And I know that, and guess what? That's ok.
Every day is a new day. For me, today, every veggie I chop and toss in the fridge is a choice- I am choosing to plan for what is going to be a very stressful, non-routine week.
The best I can do is plan for what I know, and be prepared to adjust. And that's ok.
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Progress, I Think!
I get frustrated, a lot. And as much as I get frustrated, I'm not turning to food. That in and of itself is a major victory! That's not to say that I didn't thoroughly enjoy a Dove Dark Chocolate egg (or two) today. I sure did! It's stress season- MCAS, my school is having it's Department of Elementary and Secondary Ed review this week, my blinker bulb went out, J has surgery next Tuesday, and it's fucking raining like crazy. Gray and miserable!
I got a new scale today from my bestie, Amazon (make sure to shop through smile and donate to awesome places like PLANNED PARENTHOOD), so I promptly checked it out, and compared it to my old, non digital, crap scale. Bad plan. I was heartbroken. New fancy scale had me seven pounds up from old crap one. I may or may not have cried and gotten really pissed off. Then I sat and used my DBT skills- breathed deeply, recognized what I could observe in my surroundings- and got the fuck over it. Old scale may be off, but the loss remains accurate- even if the old starting weight is seven more pounds- I've still lost twenty pounds since February 19th. And that's epic. For me, weight has been an issue since adolescence. For me to lose 20 pounds in less than two months rocks. I know I will fluctuate, and some days it will be a 16 pound loss, and others 21 pounds. And that is OK.
I am changing my eating. I am changing my routines. I am putting more of a priority on exercise (which is still kind of a miniscule emphasis as the weather sucks and my kids are not so keen on the walks). When I don't walk I am at least attempting online workouts. Way more than I used to do!
My meals are still on point- granted, today was staff breakfast and I couldn't say no to the delicious breakfast pizza- I justified it by saying I would be very careful with the other meals. And then I was confronted with rice and cheese quesadillas. I had two pieces. And then had my super healthy lunch. And then thought I was actually dying due to my body saying "WTF???? Why did you give me all these carbs?". After a lot of burping, I felt fine, but I'm still not into dinner. While I didn't make the best choices today in regards to carbs and the lovely, wonderful dark chocolate- I'll still close out the day under my calorie goal.
That has to be ok for today. I can't beat myself up over it. I'm human and I have cravings and they will not just go away over night. The water consumption for me is key- when I have enough water, I don't struggle as much- but with MCAS, needing to go pee is a problem!
One thing that really helps keep me on track? Cooking. Seems counterintuitive, but for every batch of awesome veggies I make, I feel stronger. Today, it was spaghetti squash and I have curry cauliflower in the oven as we speak. Having healthy stuff at the ready makes it easier. Getting ready to chop like crazy and prep my CILANTRO FREE pico de gallo for the crab salsa. These foods make me happy, and are healthy, so I am excited to prepare them.
And really? Twenty pounds is no joke. I haven't dropped a size (but I can tighten my bra to the most tight option) and I am doing it. And will persist. September 22, 2018 may be far away- but I'm going to use that time to bust ass and be fierce.
I got a new scale today from my bestie, Amazon (make sure to shop through smile and donate to awesome places like PLANNED PARENTHOOD), so I promptly checked it out, and compared it to my old, non digital, crap scale. Bad plan. I was heartbroken. New fancy scale had me seven pounds up from old crap one. I may or may not have cried and gotten really pissed off. Then I sat and used my DBT skills- breathed deeply, recognized what I could observe in my surroundings- and got the fuck over it. Old scale may be off, but the loss remains accurate- even if the old starting weight is seven more pounds- I've still lost twenty pounds since February 19th. And that's epic. For me, weight has been an issue since adolescence. For me to lose 20 pounds in less than two months rocks. I know I will fluctuate, and some days it will be a 16 pound loss, and others 21 pounds. And that is OK.
I am changing my eating. I am changing my routines. I am putting more of a priority on exercise (which is still kind of a miniscule emphasis as the weather sucks and my kids are not so keen on the walks). When I don't walk I am at least attempting online workouts. Way more than I used to do!
My meals are still on point- granted, today was staff breakfast and I couldn't say no to the delicious breakfast pizza- I justified it by saying I would be very careful with the other meals. And then I was confronted with rice and cheese quesadillas. I had two pieces. And then had my super healthy lunch. And then thought I was actually dying due to my body saying "WTF???? Why did you give me all these carbs?". After a lot of burping, I felt fine, but I'm still not into dinner. While I didn't make the best choices today in regards to carbs and the lovely, wonderful dark chocolate- I'll still close out the day under my calorie goal.
That has to be ok for today. I can't beat myself up over it. I'm human and I have cravings and they will not just go away over night. The water consumption for me is key- when I have enough water, I don't struggle as much- but with MCAS, needing to go pee is a problem!
One thing that really helps keep me on track? Cooking. Seems counterintuitive, but for every batch of awesome veggies I make, I feel stronger. Today, it was spaghetti squash and I have curry cauliflower in the oven as we speak. Having healthy stuff at the ready makes it easier. Getting ready to chop like crazy and prep my CILANTRO FREE pico de gallo for the crab salsa. These foods make me happy, and are healthy, so I am excited to prepare them.
And really? Twenty pounds is no joke. I haven't dropped a size (but I can tighten my bra to the most tight option) and I am doing it. And will persist. September 22, 2018 may be far away- but I'm going to use that time to bust ass and be fierce.
Friday, March 31, 2017
Frustrations and Fears...
Yeah, I'm still here. Getting a much better handle on my anxiety which is good because J's pre-surgical anxiety is raging! Kiddo must be actually touching me during all waking hours when we are not driving in the car or he is at daycare/school/sleeping. The sleeping isn't even a gimme anymore- he's waking up a lot and needing me to be right there. For my sanity and my need to complete lesson plans, grading, and what not, many nights I have to bring him downstairs and he falls back to sleep at my feet. At this point, I have an air mattress in the office (which totally hinders my crafting when said child is actually in his bed) and just cross my fingers every night.
Getting a little frustrated though- depending on the day I have lost 12-14 pounds. That's awesome, and I know it. BUT I WANT TO LOSE MORE FASTER. Like every other person in the free world embarking on a weight loss path, I want to lose more NOW!
I have to relax, and recognize that this isn't an overnight thing- I am still changing my eating habits. I am still encountering new situations- like today. We had early dismissal, and I didn't have to get the kids for several hours. I adore my coworkers and it was lovely to have an opportunity to just have a drink and lunch with them. I knew my calories for the cocktails, so that was easy. The menu of food?? I stared at that sucker for a good twenty minutes. Our waitress was great- kept checking with the kitchen on calories, and the like. I settled on grilled boneless Maple Mustard "wings". They were really yummy- and I have enough left over for two protein servings on top of quinoa and roast veggies this weekend. I also had a side of the ever fantastic Grillo's pickles. FOUR CALORIES EACH. If you like pickles? Get these.
What is really frustrating me is my new craving to exercise and bust my ass. My children are not so into this. I want to haul around the neighborhood huffing and puffing to the Hamilton soundtrack with a few dance breaks in between. The kids want to slowly scooter and look at rocks and leaves. All awesome things- but they don't really go together.
My challenge for the upcoming weeks is to figure out a way to merge it all together. I need to figure out a way to get my outside/heartpounding workouts (I have lots of great workouts living in this crazy interwebs thingamajiggy but it just doesn't do it for me) in AND parent AND work. Not sure what that will look like- get a sitter every day after school? Find a gym with childcare that is reasonably priced (and J will actually go to without me)?
I don't have the answers yet, but I will. Nevertheless, I'll persist. For all of you that are following my journey- I know you'll persist too.
Getting a little frustrated though- depending on the day I have lost 12-14 pounds. That's awesome, and I know it. BUT I WANT TO LOSE MORE FASTER. Like every other person in the free world embarking on a weight loss path, I want to lose more NOW!
I have to relax, and recognize that this isn't an overnight thing- I am still changing my eating habits. I am still encountering new situations- like today. We had early dismissal, and I didn't have to get the kids for several hours. I adore my coworkers and it was lovely to have an opportunity to just have a drink and lunch with them. I knew my calories for the cocktails, so that was easy. The menu of food?? I stared at that sucker for a good twenty minutes. Our waitress was great- kept checking with the kitchen on calories, and the like. I settled on grilled boneless Maple Mustard "wings". They were really yummy- and I have enough left over for two protein servings on top of quinoa and roast veggies this weekend. I also had a side of the ever fantastic Grillo's pickles. FOUR CALORIES EACH. If you like pickles? Get these.
What is really frustrating me is my new craving to exercise and bust my ass. My children are not so into this. I want to haul around the neighborhood huffing and puffing to the Hamilton soundtrack with a few dance breaks in between. The kids want to slowly scooter and look at rocks and leaves. All awesome things- but they don't really go together.
My challenge for the upcoming weeks is to figure out a way to merge it all together. I need to figure out a way to get my outside/heartpounding workouts (I have lots of great workouts living in this crazy interwebs thingamajiggy but it just doesn't do it for me) in AND parent AND work. Not sure what that will look like- get a sitter every day after school? Find a gym with childcare that is reasonably priced (and J will actually go to without me)?
I don't have the answers yet, but I will. Nevertheless, I'll persist. For all of you that are following my journey- I know you'll persist too.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Anxiety & Trader Joe's
I know I am not alone in having anxiety- everyone's manifests itself differently. Me? I feel a weird body twinge, and if it's anywhere in my legs, I am having a DVT and will die imminently. If it's in my shoulders, back, jaw, neck, chest, or arm, I am having a heart attack and will die imminently. If it's lower back or hips I am just so used to it I ignore it.
So it's Saturday, and since I have now lost TWELVE POUNDS eating this crazy me created diet and drinking water like a fish, it's time to re-up on veggies (and turmeric)! Off to Trader Joe's I go. Picture me whizzing down the frozen food aisle and feeling this little ache right in the middle of my right boob. Nevermind the fact that I added extra reps to my arm weight training this morning- I know this is it. My time has come. I'm clutching my boob and looking around for an AED, and am feeling really grateful that I am in the frozen food aisle, so if I can't be resuscitated immediately at least they can put me in the freezer case to protect my organs (to both increase my likelihood of survival and preserve organs for donation if that's it) while continuing compressions. This is majorly reassuring and I look around for someone else in the aisle to share my plan with.
Luckily there is no one there, because I am pretty sure I would have been fast-tracked to Behavioral Services at UMass.
Take deep breath. Can breath fine. No nausea. No hot flushed feeling. OK, so this is just me being an anxious wreck.
Drive home, unload the groceries, check my blood pressure. Higher than my baseline (I check every day, and it's been the same damn thing for nearly three weeks- a very healthy BP). So then I check again. And again. And the other arm. Still high. Now my left arm aches from repeated squeezing. Totally having a heart attack. Remember I had a slice of prosciutto with some fresh mozzarella for breakfast. Sodium city. Ahhhh of course- I've been so low sodium for weeks my body is like WOOOOO SALT! Say fuck it, take a Xanax. Amazingly, now my BP is a-ok. So that's how my anxiety manifests itself.
What it isn't doing however, is pulling me off track with eating. The whole stomach queasy bug thing derailed eating ANYTHING or drinking enough water (I never yakked just didn't want food).
I've learned a few more things that might be helpful for other people trying to make a change so I will share!
- If you like sausage/peppers/onions- the Thin and Trim brand of chicken sausages are really good, low calorie, low fat, and not awful for the sodium. Way better than the chicken sausage you can find at TJ's, or other markets.
- Turmeric is still a super food. Add some with cumin to any veg you are sauteing or roasting. For a kick, squeeze in some lemon juice.
- Kale is tolerable when sauteed with a lot of garlic, spinach, and swiss chard.
- Rosemary, thyme and apple infused water is like drinking stuffing. Not for everyone but I really enjoy it.
- Look at the calories on the TJ flatbreads- the ham, gruyere, and onion one is 130 calories per quarter, and both the mushroom and the tomato ones are 300-330 calories per quarter!!! The ham is my favorite anyway.
- There are three kinds of quinoa at TJ's and they all have the same calorie and fiber count.
- Don't eat grapes while driving. You will look everywhere for it, but inevitably step on it and ground it into your carpet getting out of the car.
And the recipe I am most excited about making this week is Chicken Satay Salad. WAHOO FOR NO LETTUCE! And thanks Catherine for the recipe tip!
That's it from here folks!
So it's Saturday, and since I have now lost TWELVE POUNDS eating this crazy me created diet and drinking water like a fish, it's time to re-up on veggies (and turmeric)! Off to Trader Joe's I go. Picture me whizzing down the frozen food aisle and feeling this little ache right in the middle of my right boob. Nevermind the fact that I added extra reps to my arm weight training this morning- I know this is it. My time has come. I'm clutching my boob and looking around for an AED, and am feeling really grateful that I am in the frozen food aisle, so if I can't be resuscitated immediately at least they can put me in the freezer case to protect my organs (to both increase my likelihood of survival and preserve organs for donation if that's it) while continuing compressions. This is majorly reassuring and I look around for someone else in the aisle to share my plan with.
Luckily there is no one there, because I am pretty sure I would have been fast-tracked to Behavioral Services at UMass.
Take deep breath. Can breath fine. No nausea. No hot flushed feeling. OK, so this is just me being an anxious wreck.
Drive home, unload the groceries, check my blood pressure. Higher than my baseline (I check every day, and it's been the same damn thing for nearly three weeks- a very healthy BP). So then I check again. And again. And the other arm. Still high. Now my left arm aches from repeated squeezing. Totally having a heart attack. Remember I had a slice of prosciutto with some fresh mozzarella for breakfast. Sodium city. Ahhhh of course- I've been so low sodium for weeks my body is like WOOOOO SALT! Say fuck it, take a Xanax. Amazingly, now my BP is a-ok. So that's how my anxiety manifests itself.
What it isn't doing however, is pulling me off track with eating. The whole stomach queasy bug thing derailed eating ANYTHING or drinking enough water (I never yakked just didn't want food).
I've learned a few more things that might be helpful for other people trying to make a change so I will share!
- If you like sausage/peppers/onions- the Thin and Trim brand of chicken sausages are really good, low calorie, low fat, and not awful for the sodium. Way better than the chicken sausage you can find at TJ's, or other markets.
- Turmeric is still a super food. Add some with cumin to any veg you are sauteing or roasting. For a kick, squeeze in some lemon juice.
- Kale is tolerable when sauteed with a lot of garlic, spinach, and swiss chard.
- Rosemary, thyme and apple infused water is like drinking stuffing. Not for everyone but I really enjoy it.
- Look at the calories on the TJ flatbreads- the ham, gruyere, and onion one is 130 calories per quarter, and both the mushroom and the tomato ones are 300-330 calories per quarter!!! The ham is my favorite anyway.
- There are three kinds of quinoa at TJ's and they all have the same calorie and fiber count.
- Don't eat grapes while driving. You will look everywhere for it, but inevitably step on it and ground it into your carpet getting out of the car.
And the recipe I am most excited about making this week is Chicken Satay Salad. WAHOO FOR NO LETTUCE! And thanks Catherine for the recipe tip!
That's it from here folks!
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Ok, let's get real here...
My work is stressful. I work with kiddos grade 6-12 with disabilities. 99% of my time is spent in the MS with kiddos from grade 6-8. I adore my kids. They rock. Even when they are amazing, there is stress. Meetings, etc. I have that handled and work is my happy place. Today our art teacher set up an amazing paint class after school for staff. You know, like those paint night things? Only difference is that our wine glass had grape juice it in...I was ten minutes in- feeling super zen, enjoying spending time with my coworkers- and my freaking phone did the buzzy buzz. I ignored it the first time. Big kid was getting off the bus with Allison, so I knew he was good. Little was already with Allison. Grabbed a yummy snack and go ready to learn to paint some lilacs, my favorite flower. Looked at stupid phone. Big kid's school. THREE TIMES. That requires a call back, clearly.
Long and short? My kid puked. In the one space in the school with carpet. I feel like I need to send flowers to the custodian! Not just his usual someone did something gross gag, which is par for the course and I don't even get a call about anymore. A real, I am sick, puke. Sigh. Leave happy Zen paint class to get kid, who is fairly miserable but not horrible. Get kid #2. Go home. Kid #1 falls asleep on the couch, only to get up and get sick EVERYWHERE. On the few square feet of carpet I own. Sigh. Not fun. Put him to bed and now kid #2 won't go to sleep. My brain is shorting out because I need to generate and email sub plans, and figure out how to work meetings via phone- how fast can I hit the mute button if vomit occurs?? (EDITED: he totally puked during the meeting and no one heard it).He's finally asleep after two hours of snuggling.
I so want to go to bed. And I can't. I have reports to read, exercise to do, more onions to saute (because god forbid I don't get my serving of turmeric onions in a day!), and more reports to read.
Why so many reports? Both kiddos have their initial IEP meetings Thursday.
Honestly, I just want to go to sleep. I am still chugging my water- I got my 165 ounces in today, and am feeling good. I am just going with that for tonight. Fingers crossed I wake up with still only one puking family member!
And a lovely update- Kid #2 fell to the puke bug Wednesday night, with his mama right behind on Thursday. Thankfully, it was a fast moving bug.
Long and short? My kid puked. In the one space in the school with carpet. I feel like I need to send flowers to the custodian! Not just his usual someone did something gross gag, which is par for the course and I don't even get a call about anymore. A real, I am sick, puke. Sigh. Leave happy Zen paint class to get kid, who is fairly miserable but not horrible. Get kid #2. Go home. Kid #1 falls asleep on the couch, only to get up and get sick EVERYWHERE. On the few square feet of carpet I own. Sigh. Not fun. Put him to bed and now kid #2 won't go to sleep. My brain is shorting out because I need to generate and email sub plans, and figure out how to work meetings via phone- how fast can I hit the mute button if vomit occurs?? (EDITED: he totally puked during the meeting and no one heard it).He's finally asleep after two hours of snuggling.
I so want to go to bed. And I can't. I have reports to read, exercise to do, more onions to saute (because god forbid I don't get my serving of turmeric onions in a day!), and more reports to read.
Why so many reports? Both kiddos have their initial IEP meetings Thursday.
Honestly, I just want to go to sleep. I am still chugging my water- I got my 165 ounces in today, and am feeling good. I am just going with that for tonight. Fingers crossed I wake up with still only one puking family member!
And a lovely update- Kid #2 fell to the puke bug Wednesday night, with his mama right behind on Thursday. Thankfully, it was a fast moving bug.
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