valentines day and vomit

I was talking with a friend on Monday about trying to meet up for lunch this week. She works down at WP so it would coincide with a commissary run. She mentioned that her girls were sick and I uttered those words, those famous last words.... "Oh we are on a great run here. No sickness in a month and a half. I don't know how we are doing it but the boys are just healthy as healthy can be. Not even a runny nose!"

I kid you not, that night dash-2 projectile vomited during dinner (great when your gag reflex is already trigger happy) and then after bath. And then while he was sleeping. Twice.

I blame myself. Sigh. And possibly a couple of carts at wal mart that he just had to lick. Oh and a bathroom or two on the Jersey turnpike. He didn't lick those but I think just being in them can give you disease.

And of course, all of you know that this happened the night before flyboy was going out of town. Of course. I don't think he's ever actually been present for a drawn out sickness. I really dont hold that against him too much because I'm pretty sure that it's not done on purpose. But still.... lucky bastard.

And anyone with small kids close in age knows how these things go. One gets it, starts to get over it, passes it to the other, then back and forth for a week or two. Fun with a capital F.

Dash-1 came down with not only the stomach bug but a nasty flu on weds, yucky stuff spurting out of both ends, high fever, and all he wanted was his momma. So he puked on me, breathed on me, laid on me. And then I got it.

Flyboy was supposed to be home a couple days ago, of course again, the trip got extended, outside his control I understand, but frustrating as hell. I thought I could hang in there but my mother disagreed. Thankfully she drove six hours to keep me from my deathbed and to help with the other two lepers. I am happy to report that after five hours in the er, three bags of IV fluids, some great nausea meds I am feeling much better. Mom is back home, dash-2 is recovered and ready to dig out of the house with a spoon and Dash-1 is getting there. Slowly.

I take that back. This post was sidetracked with a giant vomit cleanup, total wipe down of the living room, an outfit change, and two loads of laundry.

Oh yeah and happy valentine's day. That's the real point of this long winded diatribe. As I have for the past three years I am spending Valentine's day with my two true loves, dash-1 and dash-2. There will be no romantic dinner or even moments to myself. And honestly, really, honestly, I'm good with it.

But I am annoyed by something. I signed on to my local mommy board thingy and surprise surprise there was a HUGE thread about how people's husbands weren't doing anything for them. Really I'm kinda shocked at how some of these women were putting down their husbands, I mean no wonder you aren't getting anything.

But why not look past that? I get that its nice to be remembered by your spouse but why not look at all the little things that they do for you instead of all the giant romantic gestures that not all men are known for. My husband, love him to death, is not such a romantic guy, but he will get the decaying mouse out of my house and I'd much rather that then flowers.

Hell, I can buy myself flowers but rid the house of mouse? I think not.

Why not be thankful that your husband is home with you? Get over yourselves people. Some people are just content to be miserable. So please folks, instead of lamenting that you might not have gotten a huge bouquet of flowers or a lovely card, just appreciate your spouse today.

I hope mine knows how very much I appreciate him. Happy valentine's my love, I'll see you when I see you.

Dance dance revolution

My sister is a wonderful aunt. She adores the boys and lavishes attention on them whenever we are visiting.

She also plots ways to drive me insane.

Case in point, she's an elementary science teacher and she knows that dash-1 has a great affinity for space. So she burned two space songs that she uses in class on a cd for him and gave it to him while we were at home. I did not realize it was only two songs. I thought it was a whole cd.

My mother tried to warn me. She told me to just "forget" the cd there so I wouldn't suffer in the car. But no no, the good mother in me said, 'darn it if my son enjoys it we will listen to it in the car'.

Holy crap. The same two songs over and over again. At one point at a rest stop on the turnpike I contemplated getting back in the car or just letting the boys navigate home without me.

I mean one can drive and one could work the peddles right?

Oh and by the way, these of course, are techno type songs sang in full on rhymes. Delightful no?

But on the other hand my soon to be four year old does now know his planets in the correct order (as do I now) and can explain to you the finer points of an asteroid. But its coming at a great cost of my sanity.

Yesterday I again decided to be cool mom. I brought the cd in the house (alright little bit cool mom but really I just wanted the cd out of the car!) and put it on in the living room, blasted the volume and went to get bedtime stuff together.

The boys loved it. They were head thrashing, jumping up and down, trying out some air guitar, however, dash-1 decided that his pants were inhibiting him. And you cant have that while dancing to your robot space music.

So he decided he would dance in his boxer briefs. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the room and there were his skinny mini, pasty white winter legs, flapping around in all their glory. And his brother, much the same, shaking his money maker in his diaper.

Something tells me I should definitely chaperon their dances in school. You know just to be on the safe side.

how to blog again?

Blogging is not exactly like riding a bike. Once you take a break, purposeful or not, it can be a bit hard to get rolling again.

Where do you start? Do you catch people up to date? But then up to date would be a big yawn since, well, despite what some may think, my life is not the perpetual excitement I lead you all to believe.

I didn't really mean to take a two week break. It just kinda happened, but really, I'm back. I hope you all are still around. Something tells me I have a lot of blog catching up to do. Good thing flyboy is away so my attention doesn't have to be split.

Oh shoot, I still have the kids to feed and water.

I'm sure some of you must wonder what the heck is up with me lately. So to come out of the closet I'm knocked up again. I'm just at eleven weeks so hopefully only a week or two more of the constant nausea, vomiting and desire to curl up in a ball and sleep.

I've found it kinda hard to blog, what with running to the bathroom to vomit and all, but also with the stress of hoping that nothing bad happens again. The fear of saying anything and the "what if's" started to take their toll but I'm feeling better in that respect.

Well now that I've gotten the first post back out of the way, I'm ready to get back on the blogging band wagon. I might even post another post today. Wouldn't that be something?