Yesterday was a bad day. I didn't want to get out of bed. Not a "lounge-around-and-read-all-day" kind of desire. A "it took a lot of effort to get out of bed, plaster a smile on my face for the boys and start yet another monotonous day" kind. (***I'd like to clarify for those that don't know me beyond this blog that I truly am a happy person and enjoy life, even though it hasn't seemed like that lately.***) Between the migraine I was dealing with and the tears that kept creeping up, it overshadowed that Easton had his best day in 8 days (at least until 5:30pm when his fever returned yet again). When Rob got home from work I went to a volunteer meeting downtown. I had a little commute so on the way to the meeting I was listening to the choir CD, learning more songs for our Easter special. This song hit me like a ton of bricks and made me realize I have so much to worship Him for. Easton's illness will be behind us soon and I won't be cooped up inside 4 walls for much longer. What a difference a song can have on one's attitude! I choose to worship!
Click on this link if you want to hear the song that touched me so much...
http://youtu.be/mqKGVoB5ylI
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Wishful Thinking
I'm having a rough, homesick night and I'm blogging this from my phone so it won't be happy and it won't be long. But this blog is like my journal, a very public journal. I don't share every detail of what's going on when I'm sad but I write enough so when I look back on it I know exactly what was happening in my life at that moment. Tonight I wish more than anything that I could just spend one night in Tahoe with my close girlfriends. Enjoy the beautiful lake, go to dinner, laugh until my stomach hurts. Just get away from sick kids and just be a lady, carefree. To laugh instead of cry and to have a chance at miss being a mom. I don't want to administer medication every 4 hours to kids and a dog. I don't want to hear my boys coughing until they vomit. I don't want to hear them cry because they're miserable. I don't want them to fight over my lap because they both need to be held and comforted at the same time. I just want them better because I'm at my breaking point with illnesses. I just want to be a lady without a care in the world. If only for one night.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Our Comedian
Although P has not had a lot of my attention lately, he has been in good spirits. His sense of humor has been a welcome relief from the stress of playing nurse (read blog below this for more on that). Earlier this week he informed me that he was going to become a cooker because he doesn't like what I cook. I told him that was fine but he'd have to use his money that he wants to buy a shed with (his latest obsession) to buy food instead. After a moment of thinking about it he said, "Ok, I decided I'll just deal with what you make so I don't have to spend my money."
Today he had me in stitches! This morning when we went to the vet he took his stuffed monkey in with us. He actually talked the vet into a medical check up for his stuffed TOY monkey because according to him he wasn't standing up very good. He also talked the vet into giving his monkey a REAL shot. She thought it was great and I laughed hysterically the entire time. He wrapped his monkey around his neck after the monkey's medical visit and tried to convince me to buy it a Saints collar since it was so brave. Later today when we were on the way to the dr's office he said, "Mommy, I'm a picky eater and I saw on a commercial that if you're a picky eater you should drink chocolate milk. That helps you not be a picky eater so I think I should try it." Then at the dr's office he randomly told a little girl, "My daddy's not that into girls." I was laughing so hard at his random statement because last I checked I was a girl. His last comment that had me laughing is when he told me that he doesn't like Daddy's nights to read to him because Daddy doesn't know how to read. According to P, "he tries but he just can't read." There have been many more incidents this week that have made me laugh but the above ones are the ones that are my favorite. Happy Friday everyone!
Today he had me in stitches! This morning when we went to the vet he took his stuffed monkey in with us. He actually talked the vet into a medical check up for his stuffed TOY monkey because according to him he wasn't standing up very good. He also talked the vet into giving his monkey a REAL shot. She thought it was great and I laughed hysterically the entire time. He wrapped his monkey around his neck after the monkey's medical visit and tried to convince me to buy it a Saints collar since it was so brave. Later today when we were on the way to the dr's office he said, "Mommy, I'm a picky eater and I saw on a commercial that if you're a picky eater you should drink chocolate milk. That helps you not be a picky eater so I think I should try it." Then at the dr's office he randomly told a little girl, "My daddy's not that into girls." I was laughing so hard at his random statement because last I checked I was a girl. His last comment that had me laughing is when he told me that he doesn't like Daddy's nights to read to him because Daddy doesn't know how to read. According to P, "he tries but he just can't read." There have been many more incidents this week that have made me laugh but the above ones are the ones that are my favorite. Happy Friday everyone!
Nurse Herrington
The start of 2014 has been a rough one for little Easton. He has been sick for most of it and has been to the pediatrician 3 times and Urgent Care once in the past month. Last week, when I was sick, he was actually healthy the entire week....the first entire week he's been healthy this year. On Tuesday of this week he woke up with a cough but no other symptoms. Rob was in TX for a training course and I was thrilled to get the heck out of dodge for a few days and visit him. He asked if I thought I should wait a day to come to make sure Easton was ok. But I selfishly put Easton's health second to my wants...and I paid the price. We got there Tuesday after Easton cried almost the entire 3 hr drive. After dinner I was giving the boys a bath when he threw up the little he had eaten for dinner. By the time he went to bed he was burning up with a fever. I thankfully had brought the fever reducer medicine so I gave him that and prayed for a good night. I wish I could say my prayer was answered but it was a horrible night for all of us. The next morning I packed up my car and listened to Easton cry for the entire 3 hr drive back to Baton Rouge. I called his pediatrician and was able to get him in when we got back to town. She said it was a cold and GI infection after the strep and flu tests came back negative. So home we went with no real answers and a very sick kiddo.
Fast forward to today. This morning I decided to take Coco to the vet because he was losing patches of fur and he needed puppy shots that he was behind on. The vet told me he was born with a skin condition and it had gotten out of control. So for the next 3 weeks I have to give him up to 3 medicines a day and give him 2 baths a week. She was optimistic that this would clear up the issue and we wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. She also said that this should clear up his "dog smell", which she commented on immediately. (That's what made me the happiest!)
By the time we were done with the vet and grocery shopping, Easton was exhausted. I held him while paying for the groceries and he fell asleep in my arms. When we got home I put him to bed and he slept for 2 hours. His eyes were so filled with mucus when he woke up that he could barely get his eyes open. He was also burning up with a fever...again. So I called and got him in for yet another dr appt. The doctor thought he had Adenovirus but checked him for Flu A and strep just to be on the safe side. He came back 10 mins later to tell me that for the first time in 4 flu swabs, Easton had tested positive for the flu. The good news is that we FINALLY have an answer. The bad news is that the only way he'll get over it is by pretty much quarantining him. I pray that both of the little Herrington boys (both the 4-legged one and the human one) get well soon because this nurse stuff is for the birds!
Fast forward to today. This morning I decided to take Coco to the vet because he was losing patches of fur and he needed puppy shots that he was behind on. The vet told me he was born with a skin condition and it had gotten out of control. So for the next 3 weeks I have to give him up to 3 medicines a day and give him 2 baths a week. She was optimistic that this would clear up the issue and we wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. She also said that this should clear up his "dog smell", which she commented on immediately. (That's what made me the happiest!)
By the time we were done with the vet and grocery shopping, Easton was exhausted. I held him while paying for the groceries and he fell asleep in my arms. When we got home I put him to bed and he slept for 2 hours. His eyes were so filled with mucus when he woke up that he could barely get his eyes open. He was also burning up with a fever...again. So I called and got him in for yet another dr appt. The doctor thought he had Adenovirus but checked him for Flu A and strep just to be on the safe side. He came back 10 mins later to tell me that for the first time in 4 flu swabs, Easton had tested positive for the flu. The good news is that we FINALLY have an answer. The bad news is that the only way he'll get over it is by pretty much quarantining him. I pray that both of the little Herrington boys (both the 4-legged one and the human one) get well soon because this nurse stuff is for the birds!
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Fishy Kind of Day
I didn't realize how much I NEEDED a day full of sunshine and quality family time until it actually happened. Yesterday was picture perfect from beginning to end. It started and ended with some fishing time at the pond across the street. It also included a trip to the Aquarium of Americas in NOLA. To top off our fishy day, Rob fried some bass he had caught the day before. Here are some pictures of our beautiful, family, fun-filled day....
Friday, February 14, 2014
Happy Hallmark Holiday!
OK, instead of doing my annual "Bash on Valentine's Day" blog, let me give you some background on why I'm not a huge fan of this holiday. Maybe it started when I was a little girl, watching my parents' relationship. They have one of those rare marriages where they never stopped dating. My dad "courts" my mom by bringing her home surprises and/or flowers on a regular basis. My mom writes my dad loves notes and sticks them in his lunches that she faithfully packs every morning. They rarely sit next to each other without holding hands or snuggling in some way, share or form. So, although they did little things for me and my brother and for each other on Valentine's Day, it was just like any other day in our house.
Or maybe it started when I was 14 yrs old and started my 7 yr stint working in a flower shop. I'd go to school and then work until 10 or 11 at night, taking orders and making arrangements. From the time I was 16 until I was 21 there were times I'd work until 1 or 2 am on Feb. 13th, trying to get last minute orders taken care of. My boss wasn't the nicest guy so between him yelling at us (his employees), irate customers and my hands bleeding from stripping so many thorns off of roses it left an unpleasant taste in my mouth and by Feb. 14th I was just done with it all.
Or maybe it's because, like most girls, I've had my share of heartbreaking Valentine's. I've had a few good ones that stand out but for the most part it was a holiday filled with anticipation and letdown (even when I was in a relationship).
Or maybe it started when I became a teacher. I'm such a structured person that Valentine's Day and the day AFTER Halloween became my least favorite days to teach. All day the kids would be so hyped up, ready for the party, that it was all I could do to even keep the class under control (I quickly learned to forget about teaching on those days). At the end of the day I was exhausted and just wanted to go home and sleep.
I don't want my boys being cynical of holidays. I want them to form their own opinions about what holidays are a big deal and which ones they can do without. So, until they're old enough to form those opinions, I am doing my best to make each holiday a fun one and not share my opinions. To me it's just a Hallmark Holiday, but to many it's a day to celebrate love. So I'll celebrate my gifts of love that God has blessed me with~ loving parents who-from Day 1-have set an example of a strong marriage, a husband who loves me 365 days a year (even when I push his buttons), friends who are there through thick and thin and my two boys who are the greatest gifts of unconditional love that I could ever imagine! So, whether you celebrate this Hallmark Holiday or Valentine's Day or you could care less about the day know you are loved because that's what today-and every day- is about.
Or maybe it started when I was 14 yrs old and started my 7 yr stint working in a flower shop. I'd go to school and then work until 10 or 11 at night, taking orders and making arrangements. From the time I was 16 until I was 21 there were times I'd work until 1 or 2 am on Feb. 13th, trying to get last minute orders taken care of. My boss wasn't the nicest guy so between him yelling at us (his employees), irate customers and my hands bleeding from stripping so many thorns off of roses it left an unpleasant taste in my mouth and by Feb. 14th I was just done with it all.
Or maybe it's because, like most girls, I've had my share of heartbreaking Valentine's. I've had a few good ones that stand out but for the most part it was a holiday filled with anticipation and letdown (even when I was in a relationship).
Or maybe it started when I became a teacher. I'm such a structured person that Valentine's Day and the day AFTER Halloween became my least favorite days to teach. All day the kids would be so hyped up, ready for the party, that it was all I could do to even keep the class under control (I quickly learned to forget about teaching on those days). At the end of the day I was exhausted and just wanted to go home and sleep.
I don't want my boys being cynical of holidays. I want them to form their own opinions about what holidays are a big deal and which ones they can do without. So, until they're old enough to form those opinions, I am doing my best to make each holiday a fun one and not share my opinions. To me it's just a Hallmark Holiday, but to many it's a day to celebrate love. So I'll celebrate my gifts of love that God has blessed me with~ loving parents who-from Day 1-have set an example of a strong marriage, a husband who loves me 365 days a year (even when I push his buttons), friends who are there through thick and thin and my two boys who are the greatest gifts of unconditional love that I could ever imagine! So, whether you celebrate this Hallmark Holiday or Valentine's Day or you could care less about the day know you are loved because that's what today-and every day- is about.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
King of the Cakes
Up until a few years ago, I had never heard of a King Cake. The only thing I knew about Mardi Gras was the beads and partying in NOLA that I saw on the national news. Up until last month, I had never tasted a King Cake. Once I did I didn't really get what all the fuss was about. Up until a couple weeks ago I hadn't had a King Cake that had me wanting more. But now that I have I can't get it out of my system...and I only have a few weeks left to indulge!
Down here people definitely have their preference as to where their King Cake is baked/bought. It's like Pepsi v. Coke, Burger King v. McDonalds, Dryers v. Blue Bell (well now that's just a silly comparison because everyone knows that Blue Bell can't be beat). Well I have found my King Cake bakery....Ambrosia. I stopped by there the other day only to find that the King Cake I was craving had been sold out. Which, in hindsight, was probably a good thing since P and I would've been the only ones eating it. This morning, however, I must've instinctively known Rob was coming home (yay!) because I called the bakery and placed an order for a mini (which still feeds 4-6 people in case you're wondering) cream cheese King Cake. I can hardly wait to pick it up in the morning (yes, they made me wait 24hrs!). I think I could get used to Mardi Gras...or at least the King Cake part of it. 
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