A Friday ritual . A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
Well, less fur,shorter snout, but same general position.
Two varieties of antibiotics later and I am hoping that soon I’ll be back to my normal blogging self.
Until then I shall leave you with a bathroom conversation with Clara.
Clara:” MOOOM!!!!! MOOOMMMM!!! MOM!! MOM!! MOM!!”
Me (go into bathroom to find Clara on toilet): “Yes?”
Clara: “People don’t eat bugs – cause they yucky.”
Murphy’s Law that is.
Our bird hunting trip to Kansas didn’t go quite as planned…
The weather in Kansas before our trip was in the 50′s, the weather since we’ve been home is in the 30′s. While we were there – highs in the teens with below zero windchills.
The reservoir froze over the night before the boats got there and the duck/goose hunters laid on the ice and watched the birds fly just out of range.
Kids don’t last long outside in temperatures like that. And our plans to explore the park turned into plans to explore the local library.
We knew that the drought conditions this year meant that pheasant numbers were down. We figured we could make up for that with the ducks, geese (so much for that plan) quail, prairie chicken, and turkey.
Well, I saw two prairie chicken from the truck once and quite a few coveys of quail were unearthed but Murphy really got me in the turkey hunting.
The first day there John who went out hunting with Tyler and his girlfriend Sarah first was very, very nicely able to pick up my hunting license for me. But he didn’t buy me a turkey tag. Bemused but unconcerned I figured I’d buy one next time I was in town. First time I got out Tyler, Sarah and I ran into a giant flock of turkeys and I followed (admittedly somewhat grumpily) as they bailed out of the truck with the dogs. Turkeys flew everywhere, shots were fired, I watched Tyler’s dog (incidentally named Turkey) retrieve a turkey and my dog try to eat a turkey (sorry Sarah, he probably thought it was a really big chicken).
It was exciting!
Then there was the virus. I don’t think it was the nasty virus that took out an unbelievable number of my family members after Christmas, but something got Clara. Shethrew up in the truck on the ride down, came down with an all night screamer of an earache mid-trip and still (now with the help of antibiotics) is working on recovering.
Below zero temperatures, sick kid, camper – bad combo – dam that Murphy.
And then there were the other things, like when John lost the antenna of my shock collar and then a few days later I accidentally broke his in half. Sarah forgot her shotgun at home. I got sick on the way home and we had a much longer stay at a hotel in Nebraska than we bargained for.
But even though Murphy came out securely on top it wasn’t a bad trip.
Ivy and I were able to get out hunting together one afternoon and she quickly turned into an expert pheasant tracker in the snow.
And now that I’m home I must say, even a disaster of a hunting trip is better than unpacking the mounds and mounds of stuff that are coming out of our vehicles since we’ve been home!
Yup, disaster of a trip an all I’m already trying to figure out how we can do it again, if we can just figure out a way to beat Murphy…
Now take away the backpack.
Add two pigtails.
Add one snotty noise, and a bunch of tears.
Then add the faint odor of baby puke, and one doozey of a fever.
Now you have a good picture of what Jane is like tonight and why my blogging hopes of book reviews, stories about sheep on the loose,the truck and the new chickens have all come to naught.
I leave you with a few words of Great Big Sea’s Ordinary Day:
“…It’s a double edged knife, but there’s always tomorrow…”
“…At the end of the day, you’ve just got to say
It’s all right.”
It’s the second day of being home alone with the kids while John is at work.
The good news is everyone is still alive.
The bad news is that two of the three kids seem to have the flu and the third is now complaining too.
The good news is that they are all currently sleeping.
The bad news is it’s not going to last much longer.
The good news is I have a Diet Coke and a Milky Way bar.
The bad news is it doesn’t have caffeine in it… or whiskey.
This morning when we woke to a winter wonderland outside and a huge flock of red winged blackbirds I thought we’d better go take advantage of what may be the last good snow day.
So during breakfast I took stock of the situation.
Ivy was better, but cranky from being cooped up.
Clara was not feeling as well as Ivy, but definitely on the mend.
And as evidenced by my multiple trips to the bathroom during breakfast, I was feeling decidedly worse.
Left with no option other than to survive the day I took the plunge…
…some herbal tea, a neti pot, a handful of Tylenol, a Diet Coke and it was snowman making time.
I helped with the snowman, held Clara, took pictures, and pretended I felt fine.
Faking it with Diet Coke.
It’s not the answer to a quick recovery, quite the opposite I’m afraid, but it gets us through the day!
It’s been a rough week here.
After the fun of the Birkie weekend, and the relief of having Piper back home Ivy got sick,
and then Clara got sick,
and then I got sick,
and now from the way John sounds he’s getting it too.
Life here hasn’t been the best, there have been tears, and fevers, and puking, and coughing, and more tears.
It has made for sleepless nights and difficult days.
Tonight I accidentally used kid number one to knock kid number two off a chair. Kid number two went flying to land flat on her back, which horrified me so I dropped kid number one, and ended up with two kids screaming on the floor.
Then when they were both safely tucked in bed I had a few tears of my own.
Because even though I know it was an accident and everything is OK, there is that nasty mommy guilt.
Because even though I had no idea Clara had climbed up on the chair I still used Ivy to send her flying to the floor.
Because even though I dropped Ivy because she wouldn’t put her feet down and stand when I asked her to so I could check Clara, I still dropped her to check her sister.
All those people with their warnings about parenthood; in addition to being obnoxious they were wrong.
It’s not the sleepless nights that will get you.
It’s not even the subtle and not so sublte lifestyle changes that occour after you have children that you need to watch out for.
It’s the mommy guilt.
It’ll get you every time.
… I just hope someone gives us our chair back soon!
P.S. I have no idea how Clara got herself in this predicament today. I walked into the kitchen and found Clara looking fairly happy and stable, so I snapped a quick picture before helping her down.
Ivy was nowhere to be seen.