the whirlwind that is my life

My kid:  Ack!  I can't say baby anymore.  His hands are getting so big!  He has some kind of coccy- blah -blah virus in his throat we found out in Emergency this morning.  Nothing to be done but rest, fluids and keep him away from everyone because he's very contagious.  So we got to watch Planet 51 and The Princess and the Frog.  I love fairytales.  I still believe in them.

My husband:  Ack!  We've had some bumps.  It was his birthday on saturday.  I got him an iPhone.  It doesn't sound like much but I've resisted for a long time.  Corey's not a very organised guy but loves new toys that I end up feeling burdened with when they become office junk.  And I have to admit I don't feel like he deserves these gizmos until he has a job or a lifestyle that warrants them.  I know that makes me a scrooge-wife so I bit the bullet and got him something he really wanted and tried to push away all my reservations.  All was well and good until sunday when I'd been cleaning in the house all morning and he was mucking on the computer-- every criticism I had about him kept repeating in my head.  I tried to push them away but they kept coming up with arguments supporting my martyrdom.  Corey noticed the steam coming out my ears and went to the gym.  Things chilled a bit through dinner only to rehash when he chose to watch a B-movie on his computer in bed instead of just cuddling with me.  It's all dissipated since Tate sleepness night and our combined efforts to comfort him.  We've had some other stresses throughout the day but The Princess and the Frog reminded me that Corey's still my prince charming even if he has warts.

My dad:  Yeesh!  His catheter is coming out tomorrow morning for the fourth and hopefully last time.  It's all been really exhausting.  It's hard to give my parents the respect they deserve when I still have to teach them like children.  Any suggestions for cartoons that would help me with that one?

My career: Big sigh.  I've had a great offer for something this summer.  I'm supposed to keep it hush though not to mention there's been a twist and I may have lost it.  They didn't want Corey and Tate to come with me.  After much deliberation, the answer was NOT.  I can't imagine being away for a month of the summer without them again.  Family comes first.  Cross your fingers they'll respect my choice and still want me.  The cartoons taught me to stand up and do the right thing-- dig deep.

I sign off eyes heavy, head achey but soothed by my son's beathing as he's curled up like a puppy next to me.  I also need to get my dad some cough medicine.

Love and Peas.