Yep, i’m going to say it…. it’s been a craptastic week over here on the compound.  I was down for most of the week with a kidney infection.  Then, I had about 2 days of repreive and relief from that but now i’m fighting a cold.  Husb got sick in the middle of the week with bronchitis and so he’s recovering from that.  The kids are all coughing with fevers, so i’ll probably have to take them to see the doctor tomorrow.  I hate being sick.  What’s worse, I hate it when the house is sick.

We learned that husb’s uncle has to have an AED Defibrillator. He’s not doing so hot. He is currently on a waiting list for a new heart. I am praying that he can hold out but the Lord might have other plans.

So that was my week. How was yours?

So, everything is going wrong this week.

By everything, I mean:

1.  Sick kids. (again)

2.  Lap top broke (i’ve only had it for a week).

3.  and because of #1 and #2 I am falling behind on my first week in one of my classes.  For a six week class, falling behind on the first week is a death sentence.

I want to cry and stamp my feet.  Or better yet, hide under the bed with the covers pulled tightly over my head.  Still, I trudge on.  I’m trying to decide if I should drop my class now or wait it out.  I don’t want to have my GPA be adversely affected by a bout of Murphy’s Law, so I may just decide to drop the class.  Still, I am unsure as to what effect that will have on my financial aid.

So I guess I can sum up all of this mucky muck with one word.  Oy.

Do you hear that?  Nope.  Me either.

The noises we are not hearing:

~Throwing up

~Lots of crying

What we are not smelling:

~Loaded diapers (every half hour on the half hour).

The end of this week has brought some semi-normalcy to the compound again.  I even managed to get the laundry caught up!  Which, if you know me is a feat anyway… sickies or no sickies.

Not only did I manage to get the laundry caught up but I also managed to finish setting up the business billing system, appropriate e-mail addresses and am *thisclose* to having the site finished!

I weigh in at WW tomorrow and am hoping for at least a 1 lb lost!  *fingers crossed*  This has been a rather stressful week though so I won’t be surprised if it doesn’t happen.

TGIF!

It seems that I quite frequently discuss my lack of sleep on this here blog.  So, in keeping with consistency, I *must* tell you about my night last night.  It was exhausting.  I felt like I had a newborn again.  Poor Brodykins woke up every two hours with leaky diapers and hunger cries.  By the end of the night, I wanted to cry with him.   I would love to say that the night consisted only of me waking up every two hours to tend to Brodykins, but the fact of the matter is, Miss busy girl and Mr. Chatty were also up during the “in between” intervals.  Finally, at 5:30 am, I gave up on sleep.  So I padded out to the living room to enjoy about 45 minutes of quiet time on the internet.  Which is normally welcome, when one isn’t tired as hell.  Know what I mean?

This virus they have is one heck of a monster!  It’s still hanging on after almost a week!  One minute they’ll look fine and the next, dinner (or breakfast or lunch or a snack) is coming back up and onto the carpet with a vengeance.

If I could beat the sickness up, I think I would at this point.  But who am I kidding?  I’m getting the crap kicked out of me by sheer exhaustion.  I think the sickness is winning.

Dang, I hope it goes away soon.

All of the little ones are sick in our household.  Loads of dirty diapers and throw-up to go around.  I feel so bad for them.  When one finishes getting sick, the other one starts.  So our washing machine has been getting a workout.

My middle child (aka… Miss Busy girl) just wants to snuggle under blankies and suck her paci, and that’s it.  It is not like her to sit still for 10 minutes let alone a few hours.  She listlessly stares at the shows on PBS Sprout with a sad look in her eyes.  Poor girl.

The little one wants to move around so badly.  But he too is not feeling well and so just wants to be held.

Bleh.  I hate the sickies.  It doesn’t happen very often around here so when it does happen, it completely rocks our world but not in a good way.

So, i’m just sitting here, snuggling with my babies, watching PBS Sprout and hoping that the sickies will go away soon.

So here I am sitting on my couch, sick as a dog and blogging my heart out.  Why is it sickness or boredom seems to bring out the talky in us all?

I have been rather introspective lately.  I haven’t felt much like hanging with people or talking to anyone… it’s my MO sometimes.  I withdraw inside when I need to.  At first I thought it was weird.  So many people around me seem to be social butterflies and thrive on interaction.  Me… eh… not so much.  I like people… don’t get me wrong.  But sometimes… people wear me out.  I have a tendency to take too much into myself.

Now though, I recognize that this is part of who I am and there’s comfort in my ways.  Temporary alone-ness  is where I find my peace of mind and of course, where I mull over life’s little idiosyncrasies.  I have yet to come up with a solution for world peace or to end hunger (still working on that)… but in regards to my own life… i’ve come up with a lot.

I have spent this past year doing a few things for the last time (or for what I hope will be the last time).  I had my last pregnancy and my last job as a secretary.

Then there were some firsts…  I started a web hosting / web design company, became a stay-at-home mom, and sent my oldest off to preschool.

The path that I am on now is not the path I started down originally oh-so-long ago.  So many things changed along the way.  I changed.  Evolving is usually a good thing… but sometimes it is a sad thing too.  You begin to recognize what works, what makes you happy and feel fulfilled and what doesn’t work and doesn’t make you feel happy.  The things that don’t make you feel fulfilled get left behind and there’s a certain air of sadness in that because there was a need at the time and there’s comfort in that need.  Now that the need has changed, the comfort is gone.

There was a post I made recently about being productive in life.  That’s what happened to me this year.  I decided I wanted to be productive, happy and motivated to change my life and help change the lives of others.

The whole idea of changing your life and becoming someone you want to be or meant to be is so empowering.  Why just exist?  A good friend taught me that to just “exist” is a waste of time and energy that could be used for good things.  So that’s where I am at.

In the end, my goal is to be able to successfully take care of my family and to be the best person I can be.  Life is way too short not to take a chance on yourself and make stuff happen, you know?  Plus, why battle with your conscience when you don’t have to?  I think it takes more effort to be a crappy person than to be a good one.  But maybe that’s just me… *shrugs*

So what was your year like?

I have been feeling so sick these past few days. Last Friday my Dr.’s office called to inform me that I have a UTI along with a yeast infection. Fun fun. I had already started to feel the effects of the UTI on Friday as I was hugging toilet for most of the day. My doctor’s office nicely informed me that they would infact call in my prescription for me and where would I like to pick it up? Later on that day, when my husband went to pick up said prescription, neither pharmacy had a call in for me. In a panic, I called the after hours line and had the on-call physician call in a prescription for me. In the end I got my prescription. However, I did manage to spend the next 5 days with an upset tummy and hugging toilet.

It was a Christmas miracle that I felt good. I survived the day and managed a great mood as well.

On the bright side, I lost 10 lbs so far because of lack of appetite. WOOHOO!!! My D bought me pj pants for Christmas and already they are falling off of me. Score 1 for the preggo chick!

I have to say, of all the things I miss, I really miss the fitness equipment at the gym. I miss sweating my butt off and feeling exhilarated after working out. Hopefully, I can get back to that as soon as I start to feel better.