Upon Waking This Morning . . .

There are a handful of people who, upon waking this morning said, "I think I'll try my best to annoying Emily out of her mind today." They did an awesome job!

Okay, that was a little dramatic since the people are nearly strangers but that didn't make them any less annoying today.

I'll be giving you the "Reader's Digest" version of these stories so as not to annoy you out of your mind.

Today was picture day at preschool. I made sure the form and check made it safely into a "teacher's" hand this morning. Somewhere between the teachers hand and the photographer's hand the check disappeared. GREAT! that's awesome!

Angie (who I carpool with and drove today) was sweet enough to go back up to the school, talk face to face with the really annoying people, get frustrated and write them another check.

That is annoying enough but in the midst of all this Angie accidentally discovered that the supervising teacher (who is pregnant but not due until April) got put on bed rest THREE MONTHS AGO! They didn't feel it was important to let the parents know that there would be a sub in the school for the rest of the school year. I knew I hadn't seen her in a while but since I only drive once a week and the monthly newsletters kept coming home signed "Summer" I assumed I was just missing her. Nope, no!

I have been toying with the idea of pulling Grace out anyway since the work they were doing has become "non-educational" (like devoting a whole week to fairy tales then spending the week talking about Disney movies). Today was the last nail in the casket for me. I am happy to say that Grace will finish this month (since I already paid for it) and then be done with preschool. That, my friends, will be money well saved!

Next, Ella had a tonsillectomy last week (that post will come tomorrow). She's been remarkably well until today when she started to get some drainage and the pain really kicked it up a few notches. (Isn't she so stinkin' cute?)

About 4 pm I called the doctor's office to ask about the increased pain. I'm asked to leave a message on the nurse's voicemail. Great! I'd love to (please note the sarcasm). Two hours later the PA finally calls back and said there was some mix up with the phone numbers (note - he called me on my phone.) Anyway, after talking to him, him calling some pharmacy then calling me back, he decided to change her pain medication. Great. He was going to call the prescription into the pharmacy and I could go pick it up. Double great. Until I got to the pharmacy 30 minutes later and NOTHING! It hadn't even been called in yet. By this time its 7 pm, my kids are getting cranky since bedtime is upon us and the doctor's office is closed, all calls go straight to voicemail. UGH!

Since I'm not going to/can't wait indefinitely at Walgreen's I put everyone back in the car and head home. I notice I have a voicemail but didn't miss a call which means Adam forwarded the message to me from his phone. It is a nurse at the doctor's office saying she tried to call me four times but it was busy and how it is so much better to talk in person but she guesses she'll just have to leave a message as a last resort. (Really? What cell phone on earth gives a busy signal, it would just roll to voicemail if I missed the call and I did not miss FOUR calls since I was WAITING FOR THE CALL.) My phone number doesn't have a Utah area code but it is a similar area code and is often mis-dialed. Don't be all condescending to me when YOU can't dial correctly, four times. If I didn't write 8 0 1 as the area code it probably means my area code is not 8 0 1!

Okay, I'm done.

Except to say that I just called the pharmacy again out of curiosity and her prescription is ready and waiting. That's wonderful considering Adam's not home and all my kids are asleep so I can't go get it. P E R F E C T!

I guess half an hour is too quick to expect someone to call in a prescription for a six year old in pain.

Silly me!

Okay, now I'm really done.

p.s. I'll be fine tomorrow and happily posting about our first tonsillectomy ever! promise.

Life is Consuming . . . .

Life is consuming my . . . well, life. Ever feel like you're busy all day and half the night and you barely scratch the surface of what "needs" to be done? Welcome to my life!

I'm working on time management and prioritizing and therefore will be rejoining the civilized world. And by civilized world, of course, I mean the blogging world. I can't promise exciting and life changing posts but I'll do my best.

FYI, I'm finding that this little goal Adam and I set for ourselves for our 10th anniversary is terribly consuming (time, mind, body everything consuming). I'm finding that I NEED to talk about it b/c it is such a big part of life right now. So, as not to bore and/or annoy I'll try to keep the running talk exclusively on happyme. Click at your own risk!

Like Father Like Daughter

I wasn't going to blog today because I'm so stinkin' tired but I just HAD to share this.

If you know my dad very well then you know he is famous, or is that infamous, for bumping his head.

So, this afternoon I was heading out the front door to watch the kids play out front. I opened the front door and whacked myself in the head with the front door. I (not so proudly) admit, I cursed (thankfully the kids were outside). It freakin' hurt! And now I've got a goose egg on my forehead.

I mean honestly people, who whacks themselves in the head with front door?

ME

Dad, I appreciate you passing on your height and build to me but you could have kept the whole head bumping thing. At least I'm in good company.

LISTEN UP Bloggers Everywhere

ATTENTION!! ATTENTION!!

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You! Hey you! Do you have a blog? If so, pay attention! Let me tell you about a little trick that will make life easier for everyone reading and commenting on your blog. Do me a favor . . .

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1. log into Blogger

2. now click on "settings"

3. now click on the "comments" tab

4. third option down, click the little circle that says "pop up window"

5. now click "save"

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This 30 second adjustment makes it so when a reader/commenter clicks on " comments" to leave a comment, the screen comes up in a separate box. The separate box is helpful so weirdos like me can read a post, leave a comment, then EASILY close that comment box and read another post (without all the back arrowing and clicking "yes" for secure or insecure something or other. I realize that its probably the security on our computer but I can't help/fix that.

So please, do it for me. PLEASE! I've love you forever. I'll bake you cookies.

p.s. I'm wound a little tight tonight. Can you tell? Nah

Disco Night

We went to Disco Night at school last week. The girls picked out their own "outfits" and they did an . . . interesting, I mean excellent job. Ella was double excited since her best-est friend in the world was going too.

This was the beginning of many awesome moves.

Which, of course, inspired Grace to do some moves of her own.

The night was filled with 70's classics and some not so 70's classics.
The night was also filled with all the cool 1st grade dance moves a mama can handle.
And all the preschool dance moves a mama can handle too.
(I haven't a clue why she was on the floor but she was happy.)


I twisted Adam's arm to stay home with Joseph and let me enjoy Disco Night with the girls. The girls love, love, loved it. How often can they dance around like maniacs, in a huge room, with a disco ball, loud music, tons of friends, in the coolest outfits in their dress-up boxes and get their very own snow cones?
Apparently, I'm the coolest mom ever! Just ask my girls.

p.s. I must admit I was disappointed that we didn't get to "Do the Hustle" a single time. What's a Disco Night with the Hustle? Come DJ, get with it!

Wandering Around One Night

I was craving . . . something . . . the other night. Adam and I found ourselves wandering around Target trying to figure out what I "felt like". Perusing the soda aisle, look what we found? RC and west of the Rockies too. Just seeing RC takes me back 20 years (I know, you're shocked that I'm that old!) to family vacations. My dad was/is a driving machine, partially thanks to RC. RC will forever make me think of my dad. (Funny thing is, I can't drink caffeine after noon or I'll be up all night and RC tastes a lot like Pepsi. Kinda yuck! And still we bought it.)
RC in hand, we continued on to the cookie aisle. With my dad on my mind I was instantly drawn to the Double Stuff Oreos. Double Stuff is SO where its at!

( my dad with his peeps)

So on some random weekend evening, wondering around Target, I took a stroll down memory lane. Me, Adam, RC, Double Stuff Oreos and my dad.

Feeling the LOVE . . . blessing number 7.

Every now and again my kids just need mama time. A few days ago all three needed mama time, at the same time.

The girls, being bigger and faster, got to me first. I was standing when they jumped on me. By the time Joseph got to the kitchen, they'd dragged me down and my lap was full. Thus the pouty face.

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Ella was out of school for President's Day so we'd spent the WHOLE day together . . . mostly at home . . . in close quarters. Why they, all the sudden, needed mama time is beyond me. Kids are so funny.

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I admit, there are times when I need my kids to love me lots and lots . . . from the other room. But I love, love, love moments like these. They won't be little and need/want mama time forever. I want to enjoy and always remember these precious days when my babies want to be near me, like me, love me and think I hang the moon.

I love being a mama!