I generally like to keep out of the controversial stuff. I find it is just easier that way. However, on this particular topic, I do not feel I would be doing my duty as women to not respond to the CASA incident with Mr. Kuhn.
I do like Mr. Kuhn, I always have. I think he is very "in your face" and I feel like you always know where you stand with him.
I was very shocked by his character in the recent pageant for CASA. The first thing I would like to address is the "black face" as David Allen stated. I think that he was trying to be tan, and had the wrong color make-up. He does have a body suit on that is tan... and it not too far fetched that perhaps he is trying to be "beauty contestant" After looking at many of the pictures, I really believe that he was not thumbing his finger at our community by being "black faced". (I could be wrong... and really only Mr. Kuhn knows what his intentions were)
I do, however have a huge problem with the name that he used for his character.
You might think that I am being overly "sensitive", that I am reading too much into it... so what he was just kidding you what's the big deal? The fact is I am a career women in a mans world. The big deal is, it is hard enough to teach my girls (or really any of the young girls within our community) that it is doable in todays society to be a career women, and that women are equal in today's working world with out having a situation like Mr. Kuhn put out there to explain.
As an elected official of this community, whether he likes it or not, Mr Kuhn has a certain image that he is expected to live up to. I find it appalling that he used that name to represent himself. As if he did not know that would not make the news!
I find it even more appalling that it was on the front page of both newspapers in the county. We have schools that subscribe to the paper, newsworthy or not, why should we even publish the name?
I really do believe that this is a horrible injustice to women within this community. And I do believe that as working women, I have every right to have this feeling. I am sure that I will have others out there that will feel different. I guess my thoughts on that are, if you are not a women... you really don't count in my opinion. If you are women, regardless on whether you agree or disagree, that is your right... because you live it.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I think I'm hot!
I grew up during the 80's and 90's. I was a product of the "boy band" surge. When I was Maya's age (8 or 9) the New Kids on The Block hit the scene. I was in love! I followed the dear boys until 8th grade, and then I lost interest. Sounds like everyone else did too, because they stopped making music.
Flash forward 15 years later, and they are back on the scene! In my opinion they are better than ever. There have been many debates in my family about these five men in the past few months. Matt is not a fan, and will roll his eyes at anything that is said about them. Maya likes the old stuff (because I have the greatest hits CD and due to content I have not allowed her to listen to the new cd) however she still says they are not as good as the Jonas Brothers. Meredith really does not care as long as she gets to sing and dance!
One of these debates came the other night at dinner. I was commenting on how much I love the new CD. I have to admit, I did not like it the first time I put it in, but after listening to it a few more times, I am hooked, and so in love again! This sparked Maya to say "Mom they are so old!" I told her that they were not old, she said that they were older than me, I said not by much, she said they looked really old! (Bla bla I know but I really have to get to where the meat of the conversation went) I assured her that they did not look old, they were just as cute as ever. (here's where the point comes in)
Upon hearing this, Maya's eye's got big and she said "Mom! Dad is sitting right there!" "So!" I shot back. Enter Matt in the conversation, he simply said that he was not worried, I am not hot enough or rich enough for him to worry.
(Hmm.... excuse me? Did he really say what I thought he said? Yep! He repeated it. Stupid man. But, I decided to play along, really after 9 years, nothing he says surprises me. And let's face it, if we are going to play this game, Matt is no new kids on the block!) He explained that you have your levels. You have hot, good looking, ok and eh. I fall into the "good looking" category. (Hmm, again I am interested in where this is going). So, then who is considered "Hot"? No pause, no skipping a beat "Jessica Simpson". (Really? Boobs and blond hair? You have got to be kidding me?) Oh yes he assures me, she is hot.
That ends the conversation, or really nothing good comes out of the rest of it. I did not yell, I laughed, it really was all good natured. I was smiling as was he, and there were no hurt feelings in the making of this conversation. (just wanted to clarify.)
I really can live with being Good Looking. I know I am not "Jessica Simpson" and Matt knows that he is not "Boy Band Quality". That is ok with me. I know that I wanted a husband that thought I was smart, and liked me for my mind, not just my looks. And I got lucky with that one. And even if I am not hot enough for my New Kids... a girl can still dream, can't she?
Flash forward 15 years later, and they are back on the scene! In my opinion they are better than ever. There have been many debates in my family about these five men in the past few months. Matt is not a fan, and will roll his eyes at anything that is said about them. Maya likes the old stuff (because I have the greatest hits CD and due to content I have not allowed her to listen to the new cd) however she still says they are not as good as the Jonas Brothers. Meredith really does not care as long as she gets to sing and dance!
One of these debates came the other night at dinner. I was commenting on how much I love the new CD. I have to admit, I did not like it the first time I put it in, but after listening to it a few more times, I am hooked, and so in love again! This sparked Maya to say "Mom they are so old!" I told her that they were not old, she said that they were older than me, I said not by much, she said they looked really old! (Bla bla I know but I really have to get to where the meat of the conversation went) I assured her that they did not look old, they were just as cute as ever. (here's where the point comes in)
Upon hearing this, Maya's eye's got big and she said "Mom! Dad is sitting right there!" "So!" I shot back. Enter Matt in the conversation, he simply said that he was not worried, I am not hot enough or rich enough for him to worry.
(Hmm.... excuse me? Did he really say what I thought he said? Yep! He repeated it. Stupid man. But, I decided to play along, really after 9 years, nothing he says surprises me. And let's face it, if we are going to play this game, Matt is no new kids on the block!) He explained that you have your levels. You have hot, good looking, ok and eh. I fall into the "good looking" category. (Hmm, again I am interested in where this is going). So, then who is considered "Hot"? No pause, no skipping a beat "Jessica Simpson". (Really? Boobs and blond hair? You have got to be kidding me?) Oh yes he assures me, she is hot.
That ends the conversation, or really nothing good comes out of the rest of it. I did not yell, I laughed, it really was all good natured. I was smiling as was he, and there were no hurt feelings in the making of this conversation. (just wanted to clarify.)
I really can live with being Good Looking. I know I am not "Jessica Simpson" and Matt knows that he is not "Boy Band Quality". That is ok with me. I know that I wanted a husband that thought I was smart, and liked me for my mind, not just my looks. And I got lucky with that one. And even if I am not hot enough for my New Kids... a girl can still dream, can't she?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Yep... I am going Crazy again... or am I
So I feel like I could climb the walls. I am just a ball full of nervous energy. I have no idea why. I can guess! I have done a lot of guessing lately. I think that I have finally come to the conclusion that I just don't care anymore why I have an attitude and further more I am tired of guessing why. I am cranky and I just feel like slapping the crap out of some people. :) (I do mean than with all of the love in my heart). The good news is I have never actually slapped anyone. And I can control myself really well, so I do not think we have anything to worry about there. However, I am a little combative in my conversation. In fact, one of my friends has told me I have a really awful look that just in the last week has flared back up. He has suggested that I ask for a better "crazy" pill. (see why I have the urge to slap the crap out of people! And I am the one with the problem).
So, back to the whole "I don't care anymore" idea. I used the think that it was polite to let people know when I was a little off. To warn them that I am on edge, and cranky with not much patience. I have discovered that no one really cares about that. They just want you to be Miss Mary Sunshine, so that they don't have to deal with it. I see there point, but really don't you want to know when to "not poke the bear" as a good friend of mine says? I know I like have warnings. Of course letting others know that you are a little "edgy" usually gets a response like, how come? Do I really have to have reason? I used to think that yes, I had to have a reason. I have gone to major lengths to try and delve into the reason "why". And when I give my reason, then I get stupid responses on how I should not be cranky, I should get over it. ( really, thanks for that wealth of information... keep poking that bear stupid!)
That is what lead me to the conclusion, that I really don't know why I am cranky, and I really am tired of trying to figure it out. Maybe I was just born that way. I just have cranky times. It lasts for a few months, and then I am back to normal. I kind of like this new freedom. No pressure to figure out "whats wrong". So liberating!
So, back to the whole "I don't care anymore" idea. I used the think that it was polite to let people know when I was a little off. To warn them that I am on edge, and cranky with not much patience. I have discovered that no one really cares about that. They just want you to be Miss Mary Sunshine, so that they don't have to deal with it. I see there point, but really don't you want to know when to "not poke the bear" as a good friend of mine says? I know I like have warnings. Of course letting others know that you are a little "edgy" usually gets a response like, how come? Do I really have to have reason? I used to think that yes, I had to have a reason. I have gone to major lengths to try and delve into the reason "why". And when I give my reason, then I get stupid responses on how I should not be cranky, I should get over it. ( really, thanks for that wealth of information... keep poking that bear stupid!)
That is what lead me to the conclusion, that I really don't know why I am cranky, and I really am tired of trying to figure it out. Maybe I was just born that way. I just have cranky times. It lasts for a few months, and then I am back to normal. I kind of like this new freedom. No pressure to figure out "whats wrong". So liberating!
Monday, July 7, 2008
The tale of the missing teeth...
All families deal with their kids loosing teeth. It is not supposed to be that big of a deal. Except if you live in our house. Maya has lost a total of four teeth. She starting loosing them when she was in the first grade. And I thought, oh good right on schedule. This is what I posted when she lost her first tooth "Maya lost her first tooth today! She is so proud!!! We brought it home and put it in the special pillow that I had when I was little. It looks like a tooth and it has a little pocket to put the tooth in so the tooth fairy can take it and leave you money!
Tonight, my child is leaving her a note. It says "I am sorry that my sister swallowed the tooth. Love Maya"
Yes.... As Maya was showing her little sister the special tooth, Meredith did what most two year olds would do, she put the tooth in her mouth, and before I could get it from her, she swallowed it! And no... I am not going to wait around for it!"
That happened in Feb. of 07. I figured she would start loosing them right and left after that. Boy was I wrong. She lost the second tooth in June of 07. That one she just reached in and pulled right out on her own. Or so she says, she was up visiting my parents in Kansas City when it went down. Very unexpected. She did not even have the cute pillow for the tooth fairy. But, that is ok, now she would start loosing them. July 2008, yes more than one year later, she finally looses more teeth, and again we have drama. When she left to go up to my parents house at the beginning of the summer, her front tooth was wiggly, not ready to come out yet, but soon. I thought for sure she would loose it by the time she came home. I was wrong! We went up there this past week end to pick her up, and it was still there. She ate apples, she ate corn on the cob, she wiggled, and pulled. We did everything to get that thing out and just did not want to come out. She did mention when we got there that she had another tooth on the bottom that was loose, but it was not that loose. With the experience from the current one, I figured it would be Christmas before it came out. On Friday morning she came running up the stairs, and her tooth on the bottom was missing. She fell and bit down and it just fell right out. (You should have seen the root on that sucker! It was soooo long) But the one on top was still there. (Hanging on a thread I might ad) And boy was that sucker stuck! We thought for sure it was stuck because of the roots on her teeth, and maybe the dentist might have to pull it. It would not come out no matter how hard we tried. We all worked on that tooth all evening hoping that she would have two to place under her pillow that night. (again she was missing her cute tooth pillow). The next day she popped right up, reached in and pulled her tooth right out! After all that work! Oh well! Who new that loosing teeth was going to be such an ordeal! I can only hope that the next ones to come out will be easy!
Tonight, my child is leaving her a note. It says "I am sorry that my sister swallowed the tooth. Love Maya"
Yes.... As Maya was showing her little sister the special tooth, Meredith did what most two year olds would do, she put the tooth in her mouth, and before I could get it from her, she swallowed it! And no... I am not going to wait around for it!"
That happened in Feb. of 07. I figured she would start loosing them right and left after that. Boy was I wrong. She lost the second tooth in June of 07. That one she just reached in and pulled right out on her own. Or so she says, she was up visiting my parents in Kansas City when it went down. Very unexpected. She did not even have the cute pillow for the tooth fairy. But, that is ok, now she would start loosing them. July 2008, yes more than one year later, she finally looses more teeth, and again we have drama. When she left to go up to my parents house at the beginning of the summer, her front tooth was wiggly, not ready to come out yet, but soon. I thought for sure she would loose it by the time she came home. I was wrong! We went up there this past week end to pick her up, and it was still there. She ate apples, she ate corn on the cob, she wiggled, and pulled. We did everything to get that thing out and just did not want to come out. She did mention when we got there that she had another tooth on the bottom that was loose, but it was not that loose. With the experience from the current one, I figured it would be Christmas before it came out. On Friday morning she came running up the stairs, and her tooth on the bottom was missing. She fell and bit down and it just fell right out. (You should have seen the root on that sucker! It was soooo long) But the one on top was still there. (Hanging on a thread I might ad) And boy was that sucker stuck! We thought for sure it was stuck because of the roots on her teeth, and maybe the dentist might have to pull it. It would not come out no matter how hard we tried. We all worked on that tooth all evening hoping that she would have two to place under her pillow that night. (again she was missing her cute tooth pillow). The next day she popped right up, reached in and pulled her tooth right out! After all that work! Oh well! Who new that loosing teeth was going to be such an ordeal! I can only hope that the next ones to come out will be easy!
Monday, June 30, 2008
How do you talk to your inner child?
I know! What the heck kind of phsyco babble is she going to throw at us. This is supposed to be lite reading. Well, I am going to tell you right now, I am a huge fan of getting your head shrunk. The more khume- ba- ya(not sure how one might spell that) and touchy feely the better. So, of course I have a head shrinker... and this week I put her to the test! As you can tell from some earlier posts, I have some issues. (and if you did not know that well here ya go! Love me... love my phobia's) In today's session I had a break threw. Adolescents sucks! Yep... that will be $200 (JUST KIDDING!) Anyway, mine really sucked. Who knew? OK I did, but I repressed it, blocked it, built a wall, what ever you can do, I did. The funny thing is no matter how much I thought I had forgotten about it, and that it did not bother me, it is still why I do most of what I do today. How does one come to that conclusion you ask....
The last few months have been hell. I have had a crash in serotonin levels, not sleeping, eating bad, not exercising the whole nine yards. The depression hit me hard again, the good news is I was able to identify that it was happening, and deal with it. I was not sure why it was happening, but gosh darn it, I was embracing it and fighting back. Until today! (I love my shrink!)I figured it out! I am not crazy, everyone else is! (HA HA Just kidding again!) I was telling her how this happens in April, it has as far back as I can remember. She looked back in her trusty files, and could not identify what about that time of year would cause that. So, she did what all good shrinkers do, she asked questions. Lucky for me it only took looking back at the last 20 years of ups and downs in the month of March and April to figure it out. (No, I am not going to go into great detail about the hardships of my childhood, and get all oshy gushy, because that is mine to deal with, and this is all about moving forward, not looking back). Once identified, then we can come up with a plan of action. My shrinker recommended that I write a letter to my inner child. Tell "little Micah" that she did the best job that she could, that it is OK to let go of those things and that I love her. Hmmmmm, just how the heck am I supposed to do that? I have spent 20 years repressing those memories and now you say I must talk not to someone, but to my inner Micah. I have a hard enough time getting my children to listen to me, now I have to talk to the me that I used to be, but am trying not be anymore, but actually I still am? Really? I am not saying that I am not going to try it, because again, touchy feely, inner child yadda yadda. But how is that going to help? AND further more, what happens if the "little Micah" talks back? I am pretty sure that I could get locked up in padded room for that.
All joking aside, I will try it, and might even let you know what the "little me" comes up with, but the reason why I am sharing this is to pose the question are we all sculpted by our "inner child"? If so , imagine the great responsibility it is to help sculpt our children's inner child. I live and work and really my whole being is based on what happened when I was a kid. Am I OK, heck ya, could I have gone over board, heck ya! But I did not, and I really think that is because I had parents that were involved and truly cared about what was happening. Which reminds me of a friend that went to class with her daughter because her daughter was messing around in class instead of working... that is a mom that cares! ( I wonder what her inner child is going to have to say about that) I am not saying that I would have wanted my mom to come to school with me, but I wish that some of the jerk faces that I went to school with would have had bad ass mommas! Then maybe my inner child wouldn't be so messed up! At any rate I say be a bad ass momma, and sculpt those inner children! And just promise to pay for therapy when then get older! ( I should have made that deal when I was young!)
The last few months have been hell. I have had a crash in serotonin levels, not sleeping, eating bad, not exercising the whole nine yards. The depression hit me hard again, the good news is I was able to identify that it was happening, and deal with it. I was not sure why it was happening, but gosh darn it, I was embracing it and fighting back. Until today! (I love my shrink!)I figured it out! I am not crazy, everyone else is! (HA HA Just kidding again!) I was telling her how this happens in April, it has as far back as I can remember. She looked back in her trusty files, and could not identify what about that time of year would cause that. So, she did what all good shrinkers do, she asked questions. Lucky for me it only took looking back at the last 20 years of ups and downs in the month of March and April to figure it out. (No, I am not going to go into great detail about the hardships of my childhood, and get all oshy gushy, because that is mine to deal with, and this is all about moving forward, not looking back). Once identified, then we can come up with a plan of action. My shrinker recommended that I write a letter to my inner child. Tell "little Micah" that she did the best job that she could, that it is OK to let go of those things and that I love her. Hmmmmm, just how the heck am I supposed to do that? I have spent 20 years repressing those memories and now you say I must talk not to someone, but to my inner Micah. I have a hard enough time getting my children to listen to me, now I have to talk to the me that I used to be, but am trying not be anymore, but actually I still am? Really? I am not saying that I am not going to try it, because again, touchy feely, inner child yadda yadda. But how is that going to help? AND further more, what happens if the "little Micah" talks back? I am pretty sure that I could get locked up in padded room for that.
All joking aside, I will try it, and might even let you know what the "little me" comes up with, but the reason why I am sharing this is to pose the question are we all sculpted by our "inner child"? If so , imagine the great responsibility it is to help sculpt our children's inner child. I live and work and really my whole being is based on what happened when I was a kid. Am I OK, heck ya, could I have gone over board, heck ya! But I did not, and I really think that is because I had parents that were involved and truly cared about what was happening. Which reminds me of a friend that went to class with her daughter because her daughter was messing around in class instead of working... that is a mom that cares! ( I wonder what her inner child is going to have to say about that) I am not saying that I would have wanted my mom to come to school with me, but I wish that some of the jerk faces that I went to school with would have had bad ass mommas! Then maybe my inner child wouldn't be so messed up! At any rate I say be a bad ass momma, and sculpt those inner children! And just promise to pay for therapy when then get older! ( I should have made that deal when I was young!)
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
A reader topic! Let's talk activities!
Hello to all! Welcome spring. I love this time of year. The blooming and the smells and the green and colors! It is my favorite season. Before you know it summer break will be here.
Today I ran into a very cute and sweet friend / reader at Brown's and she gave me an idea to write about. What about things to do with the kids.
Since that has been the topic of conversation at my house for the past few weeks, what to do with the kido's for the summer, I thought that was an excellent idea!
I did tell her that I had been taking my children to the Kanza pool in the evening. It is only $1.00 per person, and it is heated! Good exersize for mom, and the kids love to play!
I know that this summer Maya (my 7 year old)will spend a month in K.C. with my parents at a camp that is awesome! I went to day camp there when I was her age, and I loved it. They go swimming every day, and they play outside all day doing organized activities. I just remeber how much fun I had.
Now, for the rest of the time she will be at County Lovin Childcare. They have a program for not just school agers, but little ones too. And it is all day. This summer they are learning about States. They will also go swimming two times a week. And walk to parks. She has a good time there. Meredith has been going to that daycare since she was 6 weeks old, and she loves it as well.
If you are looking for beauty, take a stroll at the L. A. Cann gardens in Ponca City. Outdoor walking path, that is paved, and all the flowers and plants are labeled. It is cool.
We also like to go down to Just Yesterday on South 14th in Ponca. You can have formal tea. The girls love it. Just note that there a lot of breakables there, so be careful.
I know that Maya loves the Paris Park pool, and the Winfield pool. She talks alot about them.
I really want to hear from all of you! Give everyone your ideas about fun things to do with the kids! That is what this is for. Let's talk! I just ask that we keep it positive, and supportive. Parents need support!
So, let me hear you everyone! I know that there are people that read this that are not just from Ark City, so please give us all of your ideas. You never know what someone needs to hear.
And thank you to my special friend at Brown's, this was a fabulous idea!
Love to all!
Today I ran into a very cute and sweet friend / reader at Brown's and she gave me an idea to write about. What about things to do with the kids.
Since that has been the topic of conversation at my house for the past few weeks, what to do with the kido's for the summer, I thought that was an excellent idea!
I did tell her that I had been taking my children to the Kanza pool in the evening. It is only $1.00 per person, and it is heated! Good exersize for mom, and the kids love to play!
I know that this summer Maya (my 7 year old)will spend a month in K.C. with my parents at a camp that is awesome! I went to day camp there when I was her age, and I loved it. They go swimming every day, and they play outside all day doing organized activities. I just remeber how much fun I had.
Now, for the rest of the time she will be at County Lovin Childcare. They have a program for not just school agers, but little ones too. And it is all day. This summer they are learning about States. They will also go swimming two times a week. And walk to parks. She has a good time there. Meredith has been going to that daycare since she was 6 weeks old, and she loves it as well.
If you are looking for beauty, take a stroll at the L. A. Cann gardens in Ponca City. Outdoor walking path, that is paved, and all the flowers and plants are labeled. It is cool.
We also like to go down to Just Yesterday on South 14th in Ponca. You can have formal tea. The girls love it. Just note that there a lot of breakables there, so be careful.
I know that Maya loves the Paris Park pool, and the Winfield pool. She talks alot about them.
I really want to hear from all of you! Give everyone your ideas about fun things to do with the kids! That is what this is for. Let's talk! I just ask that we keep it positive, and supportive. Parents need support!
So, let me hear you everyone! I know that there are people that read this that are not just from Ark City, so please give us all of your ideas. You never know what someone needs to hear.
And thank you to my special friend at Brown's, this was a fabulous idea!
Love to all!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
The worst phone call I have had... thus far
On Thursday Jan 31 I received a phone call around 5:15 here at work from the day care. The owner of the daycare said that there was a situation, and she did not know what to do, other than call. So, having the kids that I do, I just knew that one of them had done something wrong, and were in BIG trouble (now I think I could have handled that) Meredith (my 2 year old) had fallen off the couch and was crying, and would not stop. They had put ice on her arm, but it was swollen, and anytime you touched it she would cry. My heart sunk, I started spinning. My baby was hurt, and I was 20 min. away in another state (I know, it is only across state line, but still.... I was freaking out). So, I told her I will be right there, and left (just left, no explanation, just got my stuff and walked out).
I called Matt, and his stupid phone would not go thru, and I had to leave him a message (at this point I thought Note to self, get Matt's phone and break into many tiny pieces!), and my mom was on the phone with someone else (Well.... lets just say I made her get off).... I just needed some one to talk to. Not that I was going to break down, but I just needed to stay calm while I drove to the daycare (I mean really how dare the car in front of me be worried about the stupid snow on the ground while my child lay broken and in pieces at the day care... did I mention I was freaking out a little). So, to help matters, my mom asked me all of these questions that of course I can not answer, because I have not even seen her yet (she did stop asking when I started to sound a little crazy... I mean she gave birth to me, she should know by now how I react to these things). I do have to say that was the hardest part about getting the call, was the not knowing. My baby is in pain, and I am not there to hold her, and to make sure she is ok. That just kills me.
So, I made it to the daycare, and finally got a return call from Matt. He had decided that I need to look at it first to make sure there is really a problem before we take to the ER, he did not want to do anything rash. "REALLY FREAK! She does not just cry, she has a very high tolerance for pain, and it is swollen and she is crying, and we need to take her, and she is crying and WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!" (No I did not say this, I remained calm and said, OK) So, I took one look at her, and said well, let's go the ER. We stopped and picked up Matt, and off we went. (Poor Maya was just devastated during all of this, she was crying just as hard as Meredith was).
Once we got in to see the Dr. (not right away, but it was not too bad), it was smooth sailing, they did establish it was broken at the elbow, and they put a temporary splint on it. (Maya was still crying because she thought Meredith had to stay, Meredith was drugged and was making weird faces at us and I really wish they had given me some drugs too! Is there a liquor store at the hospital now that is a good idea!)
I will not go into details about Friday thru Tuesday when she got the cast, other than, Meredith is Indian, and we had to go to Pawnee on Friday, spend the day there, got a call from the orthopedic from the night before to come in on Monday, had to see him, go back to Pawnee on Monday and then finally got the cast put on Tuesday. (Really, I could go on for days about what happened on Friday and Monday, with the exception of how wonderful the orthopedic was, but, I will remain positive, and keep my blood pressure down. I would recommend pills be handed out at every stop you make in the Indian health clinic).
The good thing is, Meredith is doing better, will get her cast off at the end of Feb. and she does not have to have surgery. Maya has returned to making her sister cry instead of watching her do it, and I did not turn to pills or drinking and my husband is still alive... so that is a very good accomplishment for me in this high stress environment.
I tell you what, watching my child in pain, and wanting to fix it, and knowing that you are at the mercy of a Dr. and an ER to fix her is not a very comfortable spot to be in. I do pray that God will keep my kids safe from harm.... or at least make a law that all mothers/fathers of ER patients get drugs... or that liquor store might not be such a bad idea, or maybe a bar! Maybe I should write my congressman! :)
I called Matt, and his stupid phone would not go thru, and I had to leave him a message (at this point I thought Note to self, get Matt's phone and break into many tiny pieces!), and my mom was on the phone with someone else (Well.... lets just say I made her get off).... I just needed some one to talk to. Not that I was going to break down, but I just needed to stay calm while I drove to the daycare (I mean really how dare the car in front of me be worried about the stupid snow on the ground while my child lay broken and in pieces at the day care... did I mention I was freaking out a little). So, to help matters, my mom asked me all of these questions that of course I can not answer, because I have not even seen her yet (she did stop asking when I started to sound a little crazy... I mean she gave birth to me, she should know by now how I react to these things). I do have to say that was the hardest part about getting the call, was the not knowing. My baby is in pain, and I am not there to hold her, and to make sure she is ok. That just kills me.
So, I made it to the daycare, and finally got a return call from Matt. He had decided that I need to look at it first to make sure there is really a problem before we take to the ER, he did not want to do anything rash. "REALLY FREAK! She does not just cry, she has a very high tolerance for pain, and it is swollen and she is crying, and we need to take her, and she is crying and WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!" (No I did not say this, I remained calm and said, OK) So, I took one look at her, and said well, let's go the ER. We stopped and picked up Matt, and off we went. (Poor Maya was just devastated during all of this, she was crying just as hard as Meredith was).
Once we got in to see the Dr. (not right away, but it was not too bad), it was smooth sailing, they did establish it was broken at the elbow, and they put a temporary splint on it. (Maya was still crying because she thought Meredith had to stay, Meredith was drugged and was making weird faces at us and I really wish they had given me some drugs too! Is there a liquor store at the hospital now that is a good idea!)
I will not go into details about Friday thru Tuesday when she got the cast, other than, Meredith is Indian, and we had to go to Pawnee on Friday, spend the day there, got a call from the orthopedic from the night before to come in on Monday, had to see him, go back to Pawnee on Monday and then finally got the cast put on Tuesday. (Really, I could go on for days about what happened on Friday and Monday, with the exception of how wonderful the orthopedic was, but, I will remain positive, and keep my blood pressure down. I would recommend pills be handed out at every stop you make in the Indian health clinic).
The good thing is, Meredith is doing better, will get her cast off at the end of Feb. and she does not have to have surgery. Maya has returned to making her sister cry instead of watching her do it, and I did not turn to pills or drinking and my husband is still alive... so that is a very good accomplishment for me in this high stress environment.
I tell you what, watching my child in pain, and wanting to fix it, and knowing that you are at the mercy of a Dr. and an ER to fix her is not a very comfortable spot to be in. I do pray that God will keep my kids safe from harm.... or at least make a law that all mothers/fathers of ER patients get drugs... or that liquor store might not be such a bad idea, or maybe a bar! Maybe I should write my congressman! :)
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Ode to a plumber
Ode to a plumber
Last night I sat, and wondered "oh dear Matt…
why can’t we just call a plumber?"
“We don’t need a plumber,” he said as he scratched his head,
I can surely fix this my self.
So I watched him plunge the shower, with all of his power,
as the sink down the hall spit up water.
Soon the shower was filled with grime and dirt, and of coarse that made my head start to hurt
but he kept working on and on.
Matt told me not to worry, for he was getting somewhere, surely.
However that did not help the anxiety I had.
Eight o’clock came, and the outcome was still the same
except I had two children in need of a bath (and dished to be done and laundry to be cleaned).
He stopped for a time, and said giving the girls a bath was fine.
Only when they let the water out, it came up in the shower (in the other bathroom)
I did what I do when I am stressed out, and started pacing and walking blankly about,
because that was not a good sign!
I was able to do dishes, and laundry of coarse, and I got to take a bath without much force.
But the shower was still a mess.
Matt put heavy duty Drano in it to clean the line, he said it was my hair that was mixed with the grime,
and really I wanted to hit him!
This morning we still had some problems with it, but it was not as bad I have to admit,
however it is still not 100%.
Oh dear Matt my loving mate, please call a plumber they work great.
And you will live happily ever after!
(please note that the auther will not really inflict violence, this is just a great way to vent with out causing major matrimony issues)
Last night I sat, and wondered "oh dear Matt…
why can’t we just call a plumber?"
“We don’t need a plumber,” he said as he scratched his head,
I can surely fix this my self.
So I watched him plunge the shower, with all of his power,
as the sink down the hall spit up water.
Soon the shower was filled with grime and dirt, and of coarse that made my head start to hurt
but he kept working on and on.
Matt told me not to worry, for he was getting somewhere, surely.
However that did not help the anxiety I had.
Eight o’clock came, and the outcome was still the same
except I had two children in need of a bath (and dished to be done and laundry to be cleaned).
He stopped for a time, and said giving the girls a bath was fine.
Only when they let the water out, it came up in the shower (in the other bathroom)
I did what I do when I am stressed out, and started pacing and walking blankly about,
because that was not a good sign!
I was able to do dishes, and laundry of coarse, and I got to take a bath without much force.
But the shower was still a mess.
Matt put heavy duty Drano in it to clean the line, he said it was my hair that was mixed with the grime,
and really I wanted to hit him!
This morning we still had some problems with it, but it was not as bad I have to admit,
however it is still not 100%.
Oh dear Matt my loving mate, please call a plumber they work great.
And you will live happily ever after!
(please note that the auther will not really inflict violence, this is just a great way to vent with out causing major matrimony issues)
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