Sunshine & Barf Bags

2012-04-24T15:00:00.000-04:00

Sometimes you need a vacation after vacation. Can I get an Amen? Because if the umpteen loads of laundry and sand that will never leave your bags afterwards don’t do you in, the unexpected heart-palpitating events during the actual trip mostly certainly will do the job. I know all about this.

Rewind to the night before we leave for sunny Florida. We are startled from sleep at 2am by a boy with a bloody nose. Blood, any blood, in the wee hours is alarming. Blood on the floors, wall, vanity, shower, toilet is horrifying. He had tried to clean it on his own, bless his heart. 3 1/2 hours later, we were out the door for the airport. Surprise… guess who had a massive bloody nose at takeoff? Lots of fun. Let me take this opportunity to thank the sweet mom behind us that handed me her entire package of wipes. You see I no longer carry wipes because my children don’t need them ?!?!?!

We made it.

12:15pm 1:15pm

A fabulous week. Punctuated by lots of sun, food, shopping, sun, beach, an Easter Egg Hunt, more food, and seeing 8 great aunts/uncles at once (that my friends, is something we’ll treasure forever).

I love Florida. I love the white sand, clear blue water, family, shopping, and seafood. I really love going to bed the night before we leave, exhausted and dreaming of an amazing week… and being startled in the wee hours by a boy who THREW UP EVERYWHERE. Gimme the bloody nose, I’ll take it. I’ll take anything over scrubbing vomit in the middle of the night.

The morning brought sunshine, and that’s about it. Our boy was very sick, it gave us enough concern to head to a local Urgent Care clinic. And we arrived just in time for my son to heave breakfast all over their ONE STALL bathroom. Oh never have I ever… a bottle of hand sanitizer and every paper towel in site barely got the job done. Out of pity, likely disgust, they quickly brought in the doctor… who promptly delivered the news: You cannot fly home. Little boy had double ear infection, swollen tonsils, and extreme nausea. We had seats reserved on a flight in 3 hours, scratch that. Road Trip.

17 hours, one hotel, 2 mountain tunnels, antibiotics, and a bag of Oreos later… we arrived in the Buckeye State. And all is well. Except my legs, which are telephone poles and not designed to bend for extended periods of time.

I need a vacation.

Sporadic Blog Posts & No New Promises

2012-04-23T22:03:00.000-04:00

I’m in the trenches.

The my-life-is-so-busy-but-I-really-cannot-remember-all-that-makes-it-busy trenches. Oh yes, there are those women out there, the ones with 5 amazing children and a minivan with the capability of going 3 directions at once. I’m fully aware of their crazy schedules, and how simple my life with two kids may appear compared to them. I get it. But there’s enough fluff in my head to make things complicated, chaotic. Listen, I’m a hot mess on my own it doesn’t matter how many kids are in the picture. Or husbands. But for the record, there’s only one husband.

And he’s forever taken girls, sorry ‘bout your luck.

Anyhow… consistent blogging is not happening when I’m in the trenches. So, I’m no longer promising projects. Or follow-ups on promised projects that never came to fruition (all 11 of them). I may pop in every few weeks, or days. And I’m not gonna apologize for it, or the fact that I like to end with pronouns. Over the past few weeks, I’ve realized that suddenly I am in a new season of life. I’m not at home with my toddlers, inspiration and time in abundance. I’m in the school stage, with homework, activities, and field trips (field trips that involve bugs, please pray for me). Its fun and I love BEING in this season. Being in it, requires my full attention… which means some things slide. Mostly blogging, but sometimes washing my hair sadly enough.

I love you all. I love that you still email and read, and ask me fun questions! I get a new comment on an old post and when it pops up in my email… I think, oh yeah, I have a blog and someone actually READ IT (besides you Grandma!). Since I’m already on here, and unable to move due to a canine on my feet, I’m going to ***try*** to crank out a few more posts. Because its nearly May… and somewhere in the past two months we vacationed, put our house FOR SALE, and celebrated my darling boy turning 5.

Happy Ohio Spring!

{My dog is not sniffing what you think she’s sniffing…

its her toy chocolate chip cookie. I would not tell a lie}.

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Sunshine & Barf Bags

Sporadic Blog Posts & No New Promises