What the crap is going on around here?

There is seriously some kind of crazy huge black cloud hanging over the Ley house right now. The last few days have been so ridiculous, I have to document them so that I can look back later and say, "well, at least things aren't as crazy as they were that weekend in October of 2012. Let me just hit the main points....

 

-Last week, Jonathan was sick for 3 days with a high fever and some other random symptoms. This resulted in me missing work and the boys staying home for 2 days.

 

-Sunday, Matthew woke up with a high fever. And it was pitiful.

 

-Sunday, Jonathan woke up with an ugly rash that covered his neck and arms. It wasn't itchy or anything, just strange.

 

-Because of these things, we had to cancel Matthew's 8 month pictures (keep in mind, Matthew is actually 9 1/2 months old already....) which I wanted to take at the same age we took Jonathan's when he was young.

 

-Oh, I forgot....starting on Thursday, I have had what appeared to be either a spider bite or the beginning of a staph infection on my leg. By Sunday, it was as wide as a tennis ball, super gross and really painful. I finally went to the doctor today and it is, in fact, a staph infection. 10 days of antibiotics. Yay.

 

-Monday morning, we realize that our ghetto washing machine is leaking all over the laundry room. After some super shady men came over (I am not exaggerating when I say they showed up in a beat up old truck with their company name on a magnet slapped to the side....crooked.) we learned that the drain was clogged. So now, I have to wait for Zack and his Dad to try and figure out what to do....

 

-Monday evening, our TV goes out. A phone call to U-Verse determines that it is a problem on their end and they won't be out until tomorrow, sometime between 8am and 8pm.

 

-And finally, Matthew's fever has been gone all day (Thank you Jesus!) and he was a happy little clam. I went through our bedtime routine as normal, bottle, cuddles, he falls asleep and I lay him down. About 10 minutes later, I hear him talking, so I go in to see if he wants to finish his bottle. I pick him up, he barfs. I lay him on the changing table, he barfs. Every time I lay him on his back, he barfs. But in between, he is as happy as always. He is playing, laughing, kicking his arms and feet etc...And it isn't gross, food barf. It is simply the entire bottle I just fed him. It was like the worlds worst reflux attack (without the pain) In the end, he changed clothes 3 times, I changed 2 times, he got another bath etc....Thank the Lord, he is asleep right now. And clean.

 

The only good thing from the last few days is that my parents were in town Friday and Sunday night. They are always such a huge help!! I think my Mom was ready to take me to the ER on Sunday when she looked at my leg. Yeah, it's that gross. All of this being said, please say some prayers tonight for my boys to get/stay healthy, my gross staph infection to go away, our washer and TV to be fixed etc...At the end of the day, we are all truly healthy, we have food on our table and a roof over our head. Please don't think I don't recognize our blessings. Even in the face of crazy, we are blessed!

 

 

 

 

Gross. Super gross.

We were at the park. Beautiful day, happy boys, yummy picnic lunch....life was good. And then Jonathan decided he needed to go to the bathroom. There wasn't anything super close, so I suggested he go behind a tree. I know this is controversial, but I feel as though it is a perk of having a boy. So he pees. But instead of pulling his pants up, he tells me he is still going.....with a look of total confusion on his face. And holy crap, he pooped. In the park. In public. Without toilet paper. The whole time I am screaming "NO!!!!! STOP! STOP!" He didn't stop. Instead, he did his business and looked at me like "Uh, clean this up so I can go play please."  So I cleaned him up (thank God for a diaper bag full of baby wipes) and used a ziplock (thank God for my picnic lunch) and totally doggie pooped our pile of shame. Jonathan didn't care at all about what happened. We had a little teaching moment and he went on his way.

 

Today, we had a play date at the mall. While we were eating at the food court, my little germ pod decided it would be fun to lay on the floor....of the food court. The same floor covered in old chicken nuggets and 10 year old, caked on ketchup. I told him to get up because that was super nasty and not a good place to play. And lo and behold, he did! Then he moved about 2 feet to the left and laid back down.

 

Later during our play date, we were at the play area (the same play area where Jonathan marked his territory about 5 months ago) and I picked Matthew up to let him "go down the slide." On our way over, he started barfing but I didn't realize it. About 4 feet later, a poor, totally traumatized mom was like "YOUR KID IS BARFING!!" I looked down, and sure enough, we had left a trail of spit up. Like, a big trail. This was no little spit up. This was like a "Mom, you shouldn't have fed me all that squash and then stuffed me full of crackers because you wanted to keep talking to your friend" kind of spit up. I cleaned it up, the best I could, and we went on our merry way. Note to all Katyites.....don't put your kids on the floor at the Katy Mills play area....

 

The other day, I was sweeping the 10 acres of tile we have in our house, and I forgot to clean up one of my piles. Before I found it, Matthew found it. And helped himself to 2 rebel Goldfish. Goldfish that were covered in dust, dirt, fuzz and probably a whole lot more that I don't want to think about. Jonathan is bad about doing this too if he spies a Cheerio. I could blame them, but I feel like this one is my fault for A) not sweeping up the pile and B) not sweeping often enough that it allows for that kind of nasty accumulation.

 

And you know what is funny about all this? They have a runny nose, but that is it. No crazy disease from eating off the floor, no contagious rash from rolling around in old chicken nuggets, no trauma from pooping at the park or barfing in the play area. So now, instead of freaking out when one of them eats dirt, I will just laugh and think "well, they didn't get sick from eating dirty Goldfish or playing on a nasty floor.....who cares about a little dirt?"

 

Being a mom is gross.