WHAT CHOO NEED EGGS FO'?

Ok so after the dentist today the kids and I went to the grocery store and picked up a couple dozen eggs and did some egg dying. It occurred to me that my children had never dyed Easter eggs. It amazes me sometimes that the littlest things- the simple things in life are the things I get to show them for the first time- it's so cool to me- they may never remember- but I will- I think it is pretty cool. Come to think of it though- and I could be wrong- but I never recall my mother ever doing stuff like this with us- again, maybe I am wrong- but I sure as hell don't remember it if she did. Anyway so we dyed some, painted some and made a big fat mess- but it was pretty cool...

UPDATES

OK so first thing first- regarding my last post about CC- I asked him about it- why he didn't eat etc- and without hesitation or thought- he told me the foreman got pizzas' for all of them and that is why he didn't eat- I totally believe that as I know in the past on almost any job he has been on this is a common occurrence- the not sleeping thing- shit happens I guess- HOWEVER... now I have another issue- so last night on his way to work he took out $60.00- which in itself is more than enough to bring for a night considering he had smokes and a full lunch- then he sold some pot (long story short he bought some before he went into rehab and I had it under guard since he got out and he asked me for it the other day because some guy at work was looking for some- I doubt every much this is the issue because pot makes him sleep and eat a lot- so I didn't have a problem giving it to him to get rid of) so anyway he says he sold it- gave it to the guy for $40.00- so that's now $100.00- then on his way to work tonight he took out another $40.00. Now I just found out all of this just now- and I called him- actually I texted messaged him to call me when he had time. So he calls and I asked him what the fuck?- Why did he need to get out money tonight if he had 100.00 last night? He says oh he needed gas and he put in for the group lottery and there is this pool and that pool and on and on- so I said- you know I have heard all of these same excuses a million times- I'm not buying it- then he snaps and tells me he is busy and he doesn't have time for this he will speak to me tomorrow. So here we go- I can feel it- the beginning of the end- I just know something is going on- nothing makes sense.... I know I have to be strong and hold my ground but I honestly don't think I can go through all of this again- I don't think I am physically able to do it... anyway I will keep you updated on the situation.. as of tomorrow I am confiscating the bank card from him..
So today the kids had their first trip to the dentist - yes, some may argue that it is a little late and I should have done it sooner- but I thin I put my fears into play here and even though I booked them in a half dozen times over the past 2 years- either someone was sick or something came up or whatever- anyway they went in and the whole time my stomach was aching- I felt almost sick. But all 3 did great- so brave- no fear- and no cavities- thank goodness! They all thought it was pretty cool and so now I don't have to worry about them being afraid to go - that first experience is so important- if they have a bad one- it could fuck them for life in terms of being afraid etc.. anyway all is well...

SOMETHING IS AMISS

Ok so last Friday CC started a new job- working night shift and might I add, working and driving into work with the same guy he lived with, drank with, did drugs with, cheated on their wives with in Sarnia. Needless to say I am not happy about any of it at all- but I cannot control him- I am not his mother and I cannot make his decisions for him. I lectured him last week after he went to a meeting and didn't come home until 2 a.m. and all the while didn't answer his cell or anything- I told him this was it- I reminded him I had already let him go in so many ways that this time, there would be no second guessing on my part- this time- he would be gone and that would be the end of it- I told him- this was his last chance with me and the kids one more fuck up- just one time and it will all be over- no more- no way- no how. So anyway he starts last Friday at this job and I already know in my heart it is not a good thing- too many temptations- being with the same people he used to do drugs with working nights- none of it is good- but he assures me it's all good- he can handle it- nothing's going to happen. So at this point I have no proof- but I have had this bad feeling all day today- just all these little things combined have got me wondering - I got up at 7 today - this kids had school- and when I woke up there he was lying awake- I said "have you not been to bed yet" no he says- he says he can't sleep- he had a coffee on the way home and now he can't fall asleep. So ok, I get that- it happens- but then as I am getting the kids' breakfast I notice that everything I packed for lunch for him is in the fridge- everything. Now for the past few nights he has had me make him all sorts of stuff- they get a lot of breaks at work and he finds himself hungrier during the night- so fine, I pack him a shit load of stuff for lunch- and he ate none of it- nothing.- So the not sleeping business and the non-eating is telling me something is not right- I am going to give him another hour to sleep and then we are going to have a nice chat about all of this. Oh yes my friend, we will talk... so I thought I would just write about it and see if my intuition is still working or if I am just having a trust issue again... but will he even admit it? that remains to be seen.....

ONE YEAR AND COUNTING

So I realized that today is officially my one year anniversary of blogging. And what a year it has been.... I'm glad I started this- because I know I wouldn't be writing in my journal- so at least this way when I am old, I can remember what the hell happened in my life!

EASTER TIME

So I took the kids to the mall the other day too see the Easter Bunny- it was all pretty awkward- "why doesn't the Easter Bunny talk?" "that's not the real one right mom?" "he's too big to be the Easter Bunny" Anyway it was a cute photo-op. It's funny but when they were younger I would take them 3 or 4 times to see the Mall Santa in hopes that I could get one picture of all of them looking the same way at the same time and smiling- it never happened...

EXCITING NEWS!!!

BINGO !!!!!!

Ok so I am NOT an avid lottery player. Maybe, if I can remember or have the luxury of leaving the house without all 3 in tow, I will take the time to pick my numbers and play $ 2.00 or sometimes $5.00- that's right folks- I'm a big spender. Anyway last week I actually got $5.00 worth- one line of my numbers, and one "quick pick" plus the encore number- so anyway I checked the day after the draw and got the first number, then the second, (insert heart pounding here) then the third (insert heavy breathing) then the fourth (insert pant wetting) and then .... ok that was it. But 4 numbers out of 6 not bad so I look at the payouts and I swear I read it was $10.00- so ok ten bucks is ten bucks, I doubled my money and it will give me enough to buy another round from both lotteries- so what the hell. So today I go to buy some smokes from this little store near my house and I brought my purse in, which I never do, I usually just bring in my card or the required amount of cash- so anyway I get in there and figure- well, I have that ticket I may as well trade it in and get the other tickets for the rest of the week while I am here. So the guy takes my ticket and puts it in the machine- I hear the music (looove that song!) and I look up at it casually because I already knew I won the $10.00 right but when I look it does not say $10.00- oh no it says $105.00!!! So I looked away thinking it hadn't registered properly or something and the guy says "one hundred and five dolla" (my little Chinese man) So because I am a goof ball, and because I was so shocked I say (with a line up of people behind me) "Are you fucken kidding me? I just won $105.00??!" So I was all giddy and gay and doing a happy dance and I knew everyone else was annoyed but I did not care- I have never won more than $10.00- so this was a moment I will take thanks very much! So anyway wooo whoo- I won some money, I won some money! And boy do we need it. Of course I have needed it for the last few months- but I will take it when I can get it- TONIGHT... WE EAT LIKE KINGS!!! Muhahahahahahah Muuuu hahahahhahah!!!

THE SWEETEST THING

Curly and Pickle are looking out into the backyard. We had a little taste of spring in terms of weather and we were talking about going outside to play. Just then, it starts to rain. Everyone was disappointed and I said something along the lines of -that's the way it goes in spring- it rains a lot. Curly looks at me and says: "It's not rain mom, it's tears." "OH?" I said, and he says "Yeah mom, the clouds are sad and they are crying- let's try to cheer them up...."

THE STATE OF MY UNION ADDRESS

So let's see, what can I say about my "union" without being cheesey. Well, CC is still going to his meetings 3-4 times a week which keeps things in check I guess. He has since quit the job he was at which I wasn't too pleased about but understand completely. He had far too much time on his hands and was working in some not so desirable areas. I totally get why he quit but obviously wish he wouldn't have seeing as though he quit even before he got one paycheque which leaves us still struggling from day to day. He does have a new prospect on the job front, but the "when factor" is at play here- when will he get in there? Will it be this week? Next? Who knows.. it's all rather stressful to me and well, of course having him here 24/7 is ok- not like the old days where I would be climbing the walls and have a knot in my stomach- but still- the kids went back to school this week after March break and I would have liked to have gotten myself back on track- my stuff came in from the school so I can start my assignments- but just having him here- I dunno- he's kinda needy- likes to be around me all the time, wants to always know, what I'm up to, whatcha doing where ya going? It's kinds grating on my nerves ever so slightly although I would take this CC over the old one any day. So anyway so we are good- and him with the kids- holy crap- you wouldn't even know it was the same person- he is awesome- not over the top- but completely 100% better than he was- still room for improvement- but more than I ever expected. And the kids are loving it- knowing they can talk to him or ask him something without him jumping down their throats. He's been rough housing with them and my kids get freaky when you do that- like they don't know when to stop- but he keeps on with them you know - and they laugh- they laugh with their daddy- and how can you complain about that? So it's good- it's all pretty good right now- still have my guard up- still nervous sometimes, still waiting for the axe to fall some days, but for the most part, I am taking it day by day and enjoying what is, for the moment, and hoping I can say the same tomorrow....

THIS AND THAT

Ok I have a few little things to say so I will put them all in this one post as opposed to several little ones. Ok first off, I always hated the spellcheck on the old blogger thing but with the new google version- just love it.. No, not important in life- just thought I would share.
Went today to pick up my night gaurd from the dentist- I somehow manage to bite the inside of my mouth while I sleep and this is supposed to stop me- anyway I just went to pick it up and the receptionist who really is a nice lady goes to get it for me, and she's talking to me explaining what to do with it- (really though, what's to do? It's a mold of my teeth - I put it in my mouth- how hard can it be?) Anyway so as she is explaining it to me, she is taking it out of the package and I am watching her thinking- ok, that's ok, I got it from here- pass it on over. But no she keeps talking and now she's got the plastic off of it- and now she's running her finger over the thing and into the grooves showing me how to brush it with my toothbrush when I take it out- I MEAN COME ON! This thing is going in my mouth! She asked me if I wanted to try it out to see if it fit ok- NO THANKS! I should have but after that I just couldn't. That really urked me- I mean come on woman- have some cooth here- don't touch shit that is going in my mouth! Anyway I just wanted to share- it just bugged the shit out of me....
This morning I also had to drop off another urine sample of Joshy's. Yesterday I had to take him for an ultrasound because he is still having problems with his little winky. It doesn't hurt as much now when he pees, and there is no blood but his "stream" is soooo thin it takes him forever to pee- poor little lamb. So they have to check to see if there is blockage somewhere and go from there. They took a lot of pictures though I mean a lot. stacks. But I guess they were being thorough but it worries me now. I hope and hope and hope everything is going to be ok with him or at least if it is something small that they can fix painlessly and easily- my poor little guy....
Today is the last day of school for the kids and then it is March Break! They get about 11 days off I think and it will be nice to have them at home, but it sucks because we are so broke I can't really do anything with them. I want to go up and see S, so we will do that- but really, what's to do? Sigh....
I sent away for my final credit course for my diploma. I still can't believe after all of these years and after only needing one credit to graduate that I haven't done anything about it. I suck. Well, I'll do it this time and then at least I can say I have my highschool diploma. The stupid thing is, is that I went and took college night course classes (3 of them I think) and yet I never did anything to get my diploma- duhh... well, this is it- I will do it this time...

GRATEFUL

Ok this grateful moment is kinda a one shot deal- and restored my faith- ever so slightly in humanity. So yesterday the kids had their last swim class of this semester or whatever it is. So of course, we are running late- We usually get there right on time but this time we were definitely late. So anyway I pull up- get a perfect parking spot right in front of the doors which in itself was odd- and I start hearding the kids out of the van and I am rushing, grabbing my purse, the huge gym bag full of towels, hairdryer etc etc etc.. anyway and it was colder than ever out too- just freaking freezing. So Anyway I had started the van before we left with my second set of keys so when we got out of the van I should have had 2 sets of keys with me. So I thought I shoved both sets in my pocket and off we go running to get the kids into swim class. While the kids are swimming I start going through my pockets and passing time you know and I realize I only have 1 set of keys with me. So I figure I left them in the car or they fell out of my pocket in the car which incidentally happened just the day before. So swimming is over and of course it takes me forever to get the 3 of them dried and dressed and hair dried and whatnot so we are gone for over an hour before we get back to the van. I get all the kids into the van and buckle them up, and from the passenger side I look around me seat and floor to see if I dropped the keys there- nope. So I walk around to my side and see lying on the ground beside my driver's side door is my second set of keys. And it looked as though they had been stepped on- so someone definitely walked right between my van and another for sure. See, anyone could have come walking past seen the keys and said, hey- here's a free van- keys are right here- oh hey look, it comes with 3 car seats and a portable dvd player- whoo hoo! It would be like winning the lottery for some dishonest person wouldn't it? I am so lucky! Because of the fact we were parked like right in front of a main door and people are walking in and out constantly- I am sooooo lucky that no one stole my van. So I am grateful my van didn't get stolen yesterday- so so so grateful!

SECRETS-4

I make list for everything. Mostly just for things I have to do that day. My secret is that even if I have already done something that day I write it on my list anyway and check it off just to make myself feel like I have accomplished more- even the silly little things...

FINALLY- PHOTOS!!

HERE IS OUR CUP O' CHOCOLATE OUR RICE CRISPIES FOR DIPPIN'! HILLARIOUS!

(see post below entitled "Wedding Crasher" to find out what this all means!)

MY SISTER AND I BEING POSERS!

saucy !
Hey there!
What are we looking at?
Andrea Martin look-a-like ! This will most probbaly be the first and last time I put a full face pic of me on the net- I don't think I need to explain why...so enjoy while you can...

Duhhh...

Ok I didn't activate my account yet- my bad.. carry on....

WTF?????

So I went to sign into my "Dashboard" an attempt once more to download the pictures from the wedding I was at, and it prompted me to switch to this newer Google version or something or other promising nothing would change or anything like that. OK yeah so, Not only do I not even have an icon for spell check, bold, text color, but there isn't even an icon for adding pictures- Like what the fuck? Now it is worse than it was before... what the hell... I am too tired to deal right now, I shall fight the blogger battle tomorrow... goodnight my monkies.....

WHAT I AM GRATEFUL FOR -2

Today, I am going to talk about my in-laws. Now, you have all seen my posts or comments about the MIL. And most have not been too pleasant. I am however, very grateful that the 2 of them are in my life regardless of how crazy they can drive me. When I think about all they have done for me, for us, for the kids, it just really gives me a lump in my throat. Like today for example, I was talking to the MIL and she heard me tell Curly I had no more bread and he would have to wait til mommy ran to the store to get some. And knowing that CC was sick in bed, they ran over with a loaf of bread, plus some treats for the kids and some coffee for me. It's just things like that you know, all the little things they do all the time that makes me think, how can I complain about them when they do so much? Financially without them for the last 3 months I would be living in a van down by the river, and some may argue that it was their son who got us into this mess, but you know what even if it wasn't I bet they would still have been there for us. They have always been so good with the kids too, and all the stuff they used to help us out with when they were young, buying diapers, formula, clothes. I have never had anyone in my life ever do as much as they do for me, us, without ever expecting or wanting anything in return- never. It just makes me feel secure knowing they will always be there if we ever need them. CC's dad is the dad I never had. He will do anything for us, even the menial shitty things like mowing the grass for me or doing repairs around the house. And then he's the same guy who with all his health problems will go toboganning with me and the kids, He's really great. And even know the MIL is from a completely different cloth than I, she is there in her own little way to make things easier on me with groceries, or taking the kids over night- even if it is only once every few months. So I, (insert name here) am truly completely thankful for my in laws and grateful they are so much a part of my life. I don't know what I would do without them.

SECRETS 3

In my kitchen hangs a clock. It's my Christmas clock and each hour it plays a different Christmas song. Everyone asks me why I don't take it down and I tell them because I don't have another one to replace it with but the truth is, I miss Christmas. Everytime I hear one of those Christmas songs, I imagine my tree still up, wrapping presents, enjoying all the Christmasy things with the kids, and the excitement in the air. I am still angry at the fact that my last Christmas was totally fucked up and I know I have said this before but I don't feel like Christmas came at all. So by having my little Christmas clock up, for 15 seconds each hour, I can pretend it's the Christmas I missed out on last year...

60 DAYS SOBER

Yesterday, CC "celebrated" 60 days sober by puking all day. Oh yes, my 4th child has come down with the same thing the little ones did. Lovely. I still am amazed how 99% of the time I don't catch what everyone else has even though for the most past I was up to my ass in puke all week. It doesn't seem logical that they catch it from each other so easily and I don't catch it at all... wait a second.. maybe I should shut up, I may jinx myself.

So speaking of CC, its been a rough couple of weeks for him. First of all one day (did I tell you this? mmm. I don't recall, if I did- just nod politely and let me carry on and think I am telling you all something you have never heard before even though you are slightly annoyed that I have no recollection of telling you this before and you really don't want to hear it again- if I haven't on the other hand, well, you'll be learning about something else from my life then won't you?) Anyhoooo, CC had to make a trip to a dentist while he was in the treatment centre because of a tooth ache he had- they put in a temporary filing and told him to see his regular dentist when he got back but that the filing was good for about 6 months.. So one day he wakes up and tell me the tooth with the temp filing was really sore. So I make an appointment for like a few days later and left it at that. Well, the next morning CC woke up and he was not CC- he was the Nutty Professor! The whole side of his face was so swollen it was incredible. I had to laugh- yes I am mean, but I did truly have to laugh- I though he had stuffed something up in his cheeks or something- it was massive! Anyway needless to say his tooth or whatever got infected and we got him to the dentist so they could prescribe antibiotics. So he was on those for a week and then the poor guy ends up having to get a root canal done. Yikes. So during this time- it was like a week in total, he did not go to one meeting. He was in so much pain. I started to get worried because even though there was this underlying issue- things started to get a little too comfortable. Like he was slowly slipping back into his lazy ways- lying around doing nothing- ignoring all of us. I mentioned to him that he should maybe go to a meeting and he shot me down. I knew he wasn't doing anything because he never left the house- so I felt ok with knowing that- but it started to get a little scary to me. So then he starts work Tuesday and he hates it- and now he's got the stomach flu. What a kick in the ass. We had a long talk today and he told me he was a little depressed and emotional the last week or so and he didn't know why. He knows part of it is because he hates the job he is at now. He also said he has been having using dreams. He used to have them a lot when he was in treatment and it scares the shit out of him. Like literally he will dream he is doing blow or whatever and then when he wakes up he is literally hung over or feels like he is coming down from the drug. It's all this psychological shit- pretty scary. So last night he had another and woke up feeling extra bad because on top of that he is sick too right, its crazy shit. So anyway what CC told me was that in treatment they go on about how much your life will change when you are sober and you can live "happy joyous and free" and basically he is waiting for that happy joyous and free feeling. He says home is great- he's been real good with the kids and they ask where he is when he is not here which is a big deal because for months they never asked about him at all. Pickle gets worried when I say he is at work because she automatically thinks he is away for work again so we have to constantly re-assure her that he will be home that night. CC says the main thing is that even though he isn't using anymore and pissing away all the money- we are in so much debt that even though we should have all this extra money because he isn't using, we don't. He only started working a few days ago and the bills are piled high, there seems like no relief in the immediate future and he is having a hard time dealing with that. He knows why we have no money, and he knows he can make a shit load if he wanted to- but he doesn't because that will bring him back to the places people and things that got him into trouble in the first place. I think really he expected that after he got out and came home everything would fall into place and be great and wonderful and a lot of it is, but it all can't be fixed in one day. I see what he is feeling. I kinda feel the same way too. Things are ok don't get me wrong- but the "honeymoon" of his recovery is over- he's not as lovely dovey as he was the first week or so- and that's ok because truthfully it was all a bit nauseating to me, but I can see how our expectations let us down. Bottom line is, he is having trouble adjusting to sober life and not having everything perfect or as perfect as he wants them to. And in the old days he would just get high so he didn't;t have to think about it or deal with it- but now I guess he has to find new ways of dealing with stress and life's up's and down's in general and it is hard for him. I have a little trouble understanding that because all of us "normal" people have been doing that our whole lives and don't need drugs or alcohol to deal with the shit we go through, but then again, we aren't addicts....

WHAT I AM GRATEFUL FOR -1

ok I am only going to put one things down each time I blog or else I will sit here for hours and then this will turn out to be a one segment thing... so the one thing I will share with you all today that I am truly grateful for is my children's health. Oh yes we had a bad few days but sometimes it just blows my mind that I had 3 babies- all at one time and all of them are fine- perfect- beautiful. I mean what are the odds, really? When I went into the hospital for my bedrest a moth or so before they were born, they told me Pickle was so small, and so under-nourished that the likelihood of her being blind, or retarded or both was extremely high if she lived at all- and look at her now- it's unreal- and my Little Man having such trouble breathing when he was born- yes he has asthma, but its controlled, and we know when to run to the hospital with him and he always makes it out unscathed. 3 babies- at one time and all are healthy and strong and so smart- it is amazing to me. I know so many people with just one baby that have big problems- and I have 3 and nothing! It's incredible to me. I watched Dr. Phil the other day who had this lady on who had triplet girls, and all 3 of them are blind and deaf. My heart goes out to her - I don't know how she does it- how she gets through each day but I tell you what it just makes me feel all the more grateful for my healthy babies- how can anyone possibly ask for anything more? So I am truly honestly sincerely grateful for my babies health and I feel so lucky that all of them are ok.... Truly truly truly....

IT ONLY GOT WORSE FROM THERE....

So when last I left you all, I was up to my ass in laundry and tending to Little Man. Well, when I went upstairs after the final load (or so I thought) was in for the night, I put Curly in my bed and nestled in to his hoping Little Man was done for the evening. Little did I know, my night was far from over. About 4 a.m. Pickle came into the room, very calm and collected and said "Mama, I think I puked." I hadn't even started to fall asleep yet- so I sprang into action. Sure enough- she thought right. She had managed- as they all seem to do, to puke on everything on her bed- so here we go again- sheets, pillows, comforter, jammies- all changed- Pickle all cleaned up and now a second family puke bowl. I get that all done and head back into the boys' room and just as I walk in, Little Man is crying holding his tummy and there we go again- this time though I got the bowl under him before I had yet another bed change to do. Poor little lamb- he does not handle puking as well as the other two- he cries and cries. He even said at one point "I think I like coughing instead" meaning when he gets his "asthma colds". I felt so sorry for him. So anyway no word of a lie or exaggeration at all- for the next 3 hours I was back and forth from each room- emptying puke bowls, washing faces, rinsing mouths, consoling children- CC was up showered and off to work and I hadn't even gotten a lick of sleep yet- I was very very close to my breaking point- but what do you do? Poor little things so sick- it brought me back to the days when they were first born and I had all 3 alone to feed and burp and change every 2 hours- I was lucky back them to get an hour or two a night total. I don't know how I did that for so long alone- but I did it. Finally about 9:00 I got both back asleep, and laid my head down- thank goodness my kids like to sleep in.. Curly got up about 10:30 and I felt bad for him too because now he's feeling all better and mommy was in no mood to play star wars video games or Yu gio cards or whatever the hell those things were called. He was so good all day. I was back and forth with Pickle and Little Man, tending to them, trying to get them to drink as much as possible, etc and so on and he spent most of the day in my room watching cartoons. He was so good about it all... So there ya go.. the night form hell- every one seems pretty good now- not 100% yet, and I am still having trouble getting them to eat, but no more puking since last night.. and for that I am truly grateful.... Speaking of which (and yes, I know I still "owe" you all some pics which I still can't upload for some reason, and the updates on CC) I am starting a new "segment" in my posts here about gratitude. Every day, or at least each time I blog, I am going to put down something I am truly grateful for in my life. It kinda goes with the whole SECRET things which I know I still haven't written about yet. But, even though there are a lot of pretty screwed up things going on right now (nothing major- just the realities of life really) I am trying to focus on the positive things and stop focusing on negative ones. So, one of the ways is to be truly grateful for what you have to allow you to welcome something else. "You cannot accept anything new in your life unless and until you are truly grateful for what you already have". So, that is what I am trying to do....

MOTHER'S INSTINCTS

Since I have become a mother, I have realized the power of instincts- a mother's instincts- it is all sometimes painfully true- all those things I heard about it all the years of my life. Case and point- on a good day I can only hear out of one of my ears- the other is usually "cloudy" as I like to call it , rarely are both my ears "working" at the same time- yet somehow, some way I can be in a dead sleep with both of my ears "not working" and still hear the muffled noises from the next room of one of my babies- or is it that I just know? Curly came down with the stomach flew (yes again) a couple of days ago- the first time he puked he screamed and I went running of course - CC ended up taking Little Man into our room and I slept in Little Man's bed the rest of the night to be close to Curly- mainly because I was afraid because I couldn't hear, that he would be crying or choking and I wouldn't hear him- but each and everytime (and this went on all night- almost every hour on the hour) he would make that little noise before he puked, I was up sliding across the bed and had that bowl (you know the family puke bowl- the one every family owns) under his mouth the catch the vomit as it came out- it was like Duke's of Hazzard the way I slid across that bed- anyway just today Curly started feeling better and just when I thought the other 2 had escaped it miraculously this time, Little Man has been puking non-stop for the last few hours- the problem is- CC has to be up at 5 to go to work- I cannot and will not ask him to be a part of all of this- and number 2 Little Man is not very into the bowl thing- he cannot bring himself to vomit in a bowl- so he does it whenever and wherever he can. Now, I had 2 sets of sheets and 1 comforter for each of them- Little Man went through all of them in about a half hour- so here it is, 2:30 a.m. and I am on my 5th load of laundry because don't ya know he hit every pillow sheet and blanket on his bed every time and literally no sooner do I get one washed that I am up there getting another to bring down to wash and my dryer sucks so it takes like 2 hours to dry a load.. anyway my point is, even being down here in the basement and him being 2 floors up, the tv on and the washer and dryer going, I can hear the slightest noise, or not even, just get a feeling like I should go and check on him and every single time, even without a whimper from him, he has puked and is in need of mama.. it just amazes me.. anyway got to put another load in.. sigh... it's going to be a late night.. BTW, I am having trouble posting pics, I wanted to put some up of the wedding from the other night.. stay tuned, I'll try again tomorrow...