Ew....

Our house has been a germfest for the past few days. It all started on Saturday. It's about 8am, Anna's still asleep, Carrie's snuggling in bed with me, Jerry, and Bailey (yes, the 85 lb dog still sleeps in the bed with us). About 8am, Carrie turns to me and says "Mommy, I don't feel really good" followed by throwing up in bed. Fun. A few hours later and we find out Anna has it. Thankfully both girls got over it after a day of rest, relaxation, and Disney movies.

Then came Monday. Both Jerry and I came down with the crud. Jerry was feeling better by the end of the day Monday, but I ended up being out Tuesday as well. Not fun.

Then today....Carrie wakes up with a totally crusty nose which sent her into hysterics because she thought it was bleeding (not sure where she got that) and coughing her head off. Got a call from Kayla....she's been throwing up all night with this crap, so she won't be in today. Jerry graciously decided to run interference today since I had meetings at work. So right now I believe he's at home with one sick kid, one well kid that had shots today, watching Lion King at last check-in. He's such a great daddy/husband. And just to give you an idea of how great he really is, here's an excerpt of my last conversation with him:

Jerry: You didn't tell me what I was getting in to

Kristy: What do you mean?

J: Anna just had the biggest poop of her life. Not only did it fill up her diaper, it ran down her leg and filled up a sock. A SOCK. How does one fill up a sock with POOP?

K: (laughing) I don't know honey. I'm sure you handled it just fine though.

J: Yeah, but while I was wrangling poop I had Carrie yelling at me "Daddy, I want a snack!" I couldn't believe she could think of food at a time like that.

K: Well, she does have a one track mind about food.

J: Oh, and then after I finally got Anna halfway cleaned up and we were in the middle of bathtime, cause after an explosion like that I didn't have a choice, Carrie tells me she has to go poop. Really? REALLY?!

K: (laughing again) So did she go?

J: Yeah, I just let her go on her own and she did fine. There's too much poop in this house.

K: I'm sure you are doing great, dear. I have no worries.

J: Yeah, well I promise they'll all be alive when you get home.

Something tells me Jerry will be more than happy to go to his client dinner in Savannah tonight!!

Feeling Like a Heel

So here I was whining about not having time to get my house in order, finding places for all of my material things, when the earthquake in Haiti hits. Nothing like a real tragedy for you to get your priorities in order. Perhaps that was God's way of telling me "Quit your bitching - you are alive, you have a wonderful family and a roof over your head that's not crumbling around you."

This weekend will be spent with a little more focus on family and a little less focus on the mess in the house...

Chaos Part II

I. Do. Not. Like. Feeling. Out. Of. Control.

There. I said it. Not like those that know me don't already know this about me. I'm a control freak. I admit it. But I just feel so freakishly out of control right now and that freaks me out further. Sometimes I wish I could just go with the flow, but then would that really be me? Jerry's much more that type, which is probably a big reason why we get along so well.

We don't have anything going on this weekend so I'm hoping to take some time just to sort out all of my stuff and get back on top of things. Although....are you ever really on top of things after having kids???

Chaos

I feel a little bit like I'm living in a lot of chaos right now. It's not a bad problem to have, since I think the majority of the chaos is caused by the fact that we moved, but still....my OCD tendencies do not lend themselves well to this feeling of being out of control. Jerry just called me and said he couldn't find Carrie's hat and mittens anywhere for her to take to school for when they go outside to play....they are sitting in the Envoy from when I picked her up yesterday and they never made it from the car to the house. So now I have visions of my poor child freezing her petunias off outside. Thankfully the coat she has today has a giant hood on it, but still I feel like a bad mommy. I'm sure the teachers at school are wondering just when we're going to get our act together (or perhaps they are just used to it and I'm not the only one? Who knows?)

There are still a bunch of boxes in Anna's room that may or may not actually need to be in there. I haven't been able to find a spare minute to go scavage through them to see what's in there, so there they sit. I'm sure Kayla's wondering what the hell they are still doing in there (perhaps I should have her scrounge around in them to find out what's in there!)

The kitchen counters drive. me. insane. Only one counter, really. I've dubbed it the "Command Center." There was, at one time, about FOUR laptops on the counter. Thankfully that's been reduced to one, but there are all these wires everywhere. Wires for the external hard drive. Wires for the camera to the computer. Wires for charging our cell phones. I've designated an entire drawer in the kitchen for nothing but wires.

Our Christmas tree is still up. Not that big of a deal since there were never any ornaments on it (just had to have it up for the kiddos!) and it's artificial, but still. Ready to move on from Christmas.

I have a feeling a lot of these things will be rectified in the next 24-48 hours seeing as how Anna's baptism is on Sunday and we'll be having a lunch gathering at our house on Sunday afternoon. I just hope no one opens the doors what will be the office, cause if they do it'll be like the cartoons where all the stuff comes flying out and buries the poor unsuspecting soul.