Friday, September 28, 2012

My Day on ADHD Medication

Every morning I have a routine.  I take my pill and my son's ADHD pill out and we take it at the same time.  But this morning started out crazy and apparently is going to stay that way for a bit.  I got his pill and put it on the counter and poured his milk and then a black hole showed up in my kitchen.  So, of course, I stuck my head through it and when I returned the realization that I had just swallowed the wrong pill hit me.  Well, this isn't good.  (And no, Asher did not take mine, he can tell the difference between pills).

Do I throw up (no amount of money would cause me to do this on purpose)?  Do I eat bread?  That helps right?  What do I do?  Panic.  Yes, panic is the most appropriate and completely sane reaction.  Okay maybe panic isn't right and frankly, I don't have time.  I have to get the kids ready for school and on that bus.  So I don't think anything about it.  Until I walk home from the bus stop.  I had been at the bus stop for about 30 minutes talking with a friend so the medication was in my system for almost an hour.  I walk in the house thinking that I am so out of shape.  My heart is racing and I only walked 3 houses away from my own.  What is my problem?  Oh...and why is my arm tingling?  Oh well.

Then I tell my hubby and he asks if he should come home.  Well, I don't think so.  Then my mom expresses concern.  Is there something I should know?  Besides the obvious--DO NOT TAKE OTHER PEOPLE'S MEDICATION.

I call the pharmacist.  It goes like this:
"Soooooo, I sort of took my son's medication."
"You did what?"
"I accidentally took my son's medication.  It was a rough morning!"

The pharmacist says I should be fine, but if I start to feel funny I should go to the ER.  Funny, eh?  Define funny.  Is my heart racing feeling funny?  Are my hands shaking part of feeling funny?  If I cannot focus on a simple task feeling funny?  Losing my filter when that feeling funny?  What about the constant feeling of wanting to throw up?  Which could possibly be from not eating anything all day long.  Heightened senses?  I think I can hear a bee from a mile away.

Anywho, I think I'll make it.  I am way better if I just sit.  The minute I start walking is when I notice it more.  I am pretty positive that I do not suffer from ADHD.  That makes me happy.  My heart racing and being anxious...does not.  Soon this day will be over and I can get back to my sluggish self.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

A night of remembering...

Jay and I celebrated ten years this last Friday. And it a fabulous night.  Jay took control of all the planning and wouldn't let me lift a finger and this is what he did...

I dropped the boys off at a friends, who volunteered to watch the boys for the night, and went home to get ready.  And man did I look good.  :)  At 6'oclock we were ready to go to the secret destination #1.  He told me he was taking us to a memorable place that changed our lives forever.

It's where we were married!  Natchez Trace bridge in Franklin is a very significant place for us and we wanted it to be apart of our wedding. young!

Jay had flowers waiting for me.  They were daisies which is what my bouquet was in my wedding.  Super thoughtful and very romantic!

We reminisced about that wonderful day ten years ago and then went off to surprise #2.

We arrived at the Factory to enjoy some good food from Saffire.  As we were walking towards the restaurant, Jay was telling me how when we were married we were surrounded by friends and as we celebrate our tenth, we should be surrounded by friends.  My dear friends who I harassed to give me clues to what Jay was doing, who told me to text them when I found out what he was doing and who volunteered to watch my boys while we went out were there at the restaurant!  I was so thrilled to be with my friends, enjoy food and to celebrate our tenth! 

Thank you to my wonderful friends for avoiding my questions and taking the time to celebrate with us!  I am blessed beyond words to have you all in my life!  xoxox

We had a great time eating and laughing but it was time for dessert.  I was going all out for this!  We all ordered dessert and suddenly this crazy cake landed in front of me!  Oh my's a replica of the cake we had at our wedding!!  A Mad Hatter cake!!  And um, Jay what are you doing on your knee?  Jay got down on one knee and said...Well I don't really know what he said because he had a diamond ring in his hand and that's all my brain was computing.  diamonds...I see sparkly.  I'm sorry, Jay, were you saying something?

I was so happy and elated how wonderfully romantic my husband is and how I am the luckiest girl on the planet to have found him.  But wait, there's more!  Not just a night of splendor with an amazing husband but also a night at a bed and breakfast!!  Say what?!  You heard me.  My husband ROCKS!

I had the MOST amazing night with the most wonderful surprises and I only teared up once.  I think it was the sparkly diamonds blinding me which then caused tears to form.  I cannot wait to spend another 80 years with this man.  I know that is physically impossible but if that means cryogenically frozen for eternity, then move over Walt Disney, we are taking your place! 

Monday, March 12, 2012

Oh To Be Thankful

Being thankful seems to be the running theme for my friends, book club and church the past couple of weeks.  Not that this is a new concept or anything it just seems to really be on people's hearts lately.  So I have decided to share how I am thankful for everything that was thrown at me the past few days.

My big man woke up on his 8th birthday with a fever and a nasty cough.  And here are the things I am thankful for...

I am thankful that all the hours spent the night before baking cupcakes and putting goody bags together for his party is all done and I don't have to do it again when the party is rescheduled.

I am thankful that we tasted the cupcakes the day when the party was supposed to be and realized they tasted like something we should never give to somebody for free.

I am thankful that my son is alive, that my Saturday which was scheduled to be rushed and stressful was relaxing and quiet while my sick boy laid on the couch and took several naps.

I am thankful that we have a doctor we can take our son to on a Sunday.  I am thankful that because he had the flu, he could now be quarantined to his room and I no longer needed to be fearful of the germs lurking downstairs.

I am thankful that he likes to watch shows on the computer because I was able to do 5 loads of laundry.

I am thankful that when my youngest son woke me up at 3:30am on Monday morning he didn't lurk over me and scare the bejonkers (its a real word) but gently laid his head on my bed telling me he didn't feel good.

I am thankful that he woke up with a fever while at home and not at school.  No need spreading this stuff around.

I am thankful that he threw up twice in the bucket I set out for him because momma DOES NOT do throw up.

I am thankful that when he did miss the bucket I had enough sense to put gloves on, hold my breath and use the carpet cleaning machine to clean it up.  I was 5'7" away from the puke.

I am thankful that one child played on the iPad while the other on the laptop and they were happy.

I am thankful for the 1000 times I went up and down the stairs because I have now done my exercise for the day.

I am thankful that my oldest can chat with me to tell me that he needed me while I was downstairs so he wouldn't wake up his brother.

I am thankful that after every request he typed out he then told me that he loved me.

I am thankful that after my oldest woke up from his nap he asked me to come upstairs because he wanted to hug and kiss me.

I am thankful that I finished the laundry.

I am thankful that I have a boss that understands when kids get sick

I am thankful that I handled a curve ball.  And handled it well I might add.

I could focus on all that happened this past weekend and could have been really angry for my boys being sick.  But what's the point?  Being thankful changed my perspective, gave me the energy to go on and gave me the peace I needed to help my boys.  This being thankful stuff is amazing!

*please forgive my many grammar and/or spelling errors.  Instead be thankful you can read.  heehee

Thursday, February 23, 2012

What I have realized this month...

This month has been heart wrenching, mind blowing and eye opening.

My hubby and I joke around that I might be coming down with a case of dementia.  Unless something very specific catches my eye, I won't remember any of the details.  My brain can only take so much input.  And the other day, I figured out why.

I was headed to work listening to Easy Listening when Air Supply comes on the radio.  I think to myself, "Awesome!  I loved them when I was a kid!"  I start humming and then realize that I know EVERY word to this song.  I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you....  I even know when the pitch changes in the chorus.  I know this song word for word, note by note.  Could this possibly be what is causing my brain to malfunction with real important stuff that I should be memorizing to this? Am I destined to mumble on my deathbed the lyrics to Easy Listening music? I even know the lyrics to a Basia song that is playing on the supermarket radio.  A band that my brother listened to while I was growing up.  I literally have a musical in my head at all times.  All it needs is a few notes and away we go!  And just in case you are saying, "Basia who???"  Here is a link: Basia - Time and Tide.

Why, oh why, did my mother never tell me about things I am discovering?  Such as you will continue to have more and more peach fuzz on your face and neck as you get older.  You might not think this is a big deal but it is.  Especially when you are at the orthodontist and they are adjusting a wire in your mouth with a tool and while they are tightening the tool it inadvertently grabs onto some facial hair and rips it out.  I mean, seriously, how long does this peach fuzz have to be to get trapped in an orthodontic tool? What is going on?

I always wanted to be the cool mom where all the kids could come over and play and have loads of fun.  But no, I am the mom that doesn't have junk food in the house and doesn't have refrigerator boxes sitting in my massive storage room waiting to be turned into a rocket.  (I don't actually know a mom like this but I am sure they are out there).  We do have have a trampoline but I am the mom that kicks off the random neighbors that show up in our backyard because, Gosh darn it, you cannot rough house on our trampoline.  Mean mom!!

I have prayed more this past year over my oldest than I pray for my husband to surprise me with a newer car.  And if you know me personally you will realize that that is A LOT.  My son is my different little bird.  Who teaches me grace, acceptance and how to be a momma lion.  I have not mastered any of this but I am learning to fight with my heart and hopefully a little love is attached to that.  What I really want to do is shake those who don't get it.  Shake them until they start seeing my boy for who he really is, who he is going to become and encourage that.  Not his test scores.  And then I will shake myself so I can take a deep breath and realize that, inside, I am just a little girl who is trying to figure things out.  One day at a time.

Monday, January 2, 2012

My New Year's Resolutions

I would like to rename resolutions to be called attempts at doing something or being different or just plain crazy talk.

Attempt at change #1 -
I would like to sing more.  I don't mean sing well, I mean just sing.  And preferably this singing will be replacing the constant yelling or PG13 cursing I find myself saying when I am uber frustrated.  I want my kids to remember their childhood by saying to their friends:  "oh yeah, my mom used to start singing songs for no apparent reason.  I think she really likes musicals or something."  When the boys are constantly screaming at each other they will suddenly hear, "I got the moves like Jagger, I got the mooOOOoooooooOOOoOOOooves like Jagger."

Attempt at change #2 -
I would like to blog more.  Not for me but for the fans.  Who am I kidding?  It's for my mom, who actually is my fan so it's a win-win.

Attempt at change #3 -
I would like to take a writing class.  I would also like to take a grammar class that includes but is not limited to: punctuation insertion rules, tenses and how to properly talk or is it speak?  See what I mean?

Attempt at change #4 -
I would like to cut myself some parenting grace.  I am tired of comparing my children to others and compare my parenting to others.  Frankly, I think it's too early for the comparing.  It's when they are adults that we can start to compare.  I really want to be able to say that the hours my children spent watching Phineas and Ferb did not harm their brains.  Why, in fact, they do know how to read and yes, they did get into an Ivy League college but decided to go to college near their parents so their mom could still wash their clothes.  What about your kids???

Attempt at change #5 -
I would like to like people more.  Never mind, I can tell you right now that is not going to happen.

Attempt at change #6 -
I would like to stop being me and be more like you.  Think about that one for a bit.

I am going to leave those attempts at 6.  Six is a good number.  It's even and it's divided by 2 and 3 so yay!!  I hope anyone who reads this has a fantastic year.  Where dreams and wishes come true or is that only in Disney?  Anywho...dream away people!