girl time….

A couple of nights ago, Ben wanted to take PB to a basketball game. I didn’t feel like going, so I told him to go on without me and have a ‘boy’s night’. Ben was excited.

I packed up the diaper bag, kissed the boys, and shut the door.

I’m not gonna lie, I could hardly contain my excitement. I love, love, love having a son. I really do. And I might be a little biased, but I think boys are just the most fun. But every once in a while, I need like a 1 hour break from boys. From the trucks. And the tractors. And the footballs. And the gas. And the mischievous smiles.

I didn’t know what to do first. The house was a wreck, as it stays 99.9999999% of the time now, but somehow, I just wasn’t bothered by that. I started making a mental list of things I would do during my ‘girl time’.

1. Put my fuzzy socks on.
2. Plop my fat rear on the couch.
3. Eat a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream covered in milk (p.s. does anybody else do that?)
4. Put on my new Golden Girls DVD.
5. Take a bubble bath.
6. Pluck my eyebrows.
7. Shave my legs.
8. Do some sit-ups.
9. Eat another bowl of chocolate ice cream?

I ran and grabbed my fuzzy socks. Then, I made the biggest bowl of chocolate ice cream that I could possibly fit in my dish. I put in season 7 of the Golden Girls and made myself comfortable on the couch. I had not even finished my bowl when I heard the car pull up.

Are you serious!?

Yep. They were back. Ben had gotten his wires crossed and they got to the game late. They stayed for a few minutes, and came on back.

PB came running in the house, tracking in mud everywhere. Ben came in right behind him, dropping jackets and bags everywhere.


I’m outnumbered now.

And the older PB gets, the more outnumbered I feel.

He’s just like his daddy.

It’s like having two Bens in the house.

So much for girl time……………

Have a blessed Monday 🙂


11 things

I’m terrible at blogging things. And I’m terrible at following directions. And I’m terrible at playing games. I’m just terrible I guess.

Anyway, Aryn tagged me a while back for this 11 things about you thingamajig. I’ve procrastinated. I’ve forgot about it. And I’m sorry, Aryn!

You’re supposed to post the rules, so here they are:

Here are the rules:
1. You must post the rules. (And link up who tagged you.)
2. Post eleven fun facts about yourself on the blog post.
 3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
4. Tag eleven people and link them on your post.

                                                  5. Let them know you’ve tagged them!

So, to follow through with Aryn’s tag, here are 11 things about myself.

1. I smell clothes before I buy them. Actually, I smell most things (housewares, shoes, towels, etc.) before I buy them. I’ve got the nose of a bloodhound.
2. I now have the complete Golden Girls DVD set. Up next, the Andy Griffith Show, and then Friends. After that, I might as well cut my cable off.
3. I hate tea and coffee.
4. I’m a homebody (not to be confused with a homeboy). I would rather stay at home than anything else.
5. I don’t let my feet touch the bottom of the ocean. Once I go out in the ocean past my knees, I tread water because I can’t stand for my feet to touch the unknown!
6. I wash my hair every 3 days. Is that nasty?
7. I write with my right hand. I do everything else with my left hand.
8. I wore a size 8 1/2 shoe in high school. Now I wear a 7 1/2. Explain that one.
9. Denzel Washington is my favorite actor.
10. I have lots of gray hair.
11. I annoy Ben to death by popping his bumps. That’s nasty too, right?

So there’s 11 ‘fun’ things about me. Actually, they’re weird and strange, and if you never read my blog again after this, I totally understand.

And here’s answers to Aryn’s 11 questions to me:

1. Who is your favorite person in the world?  That’s a trick question, but it’s gotta be my boys, PB and Ben.
2. If you could take an all expenses paid vacation anywhere in the world, where would it be? The French Polynesia
3. If you could have the leading role in any major movie, which movie would it be? Under Seige, but then I guess that would make me a man. 
4. What do you consider to be your biggest accomplishment so far in your life? Motherhood!
5. What show/movie are you most embarassed to admit that you love? Most of the stuff I watch is old stuff, so really anything that I still watch…Golden Girls, Fresh Prince, Andy Griffith, etc….
6. What is one goal that you have for 2012? Focus more on what matters most: Christ and family
7. If you were a superhero, which one would you be? I don’t know any superheroes except Superman…
8. Name one thing that you cannot live without. Food. period.
9. You’re going to the beach for the day but only have room in your bag for three things, what three items do you take? Sunscreen, cause I’m pasty, water cause I get thirsty, and Rosebud salve cause I’m addicted (thanks, Kathy!)
10. What is your best tip for living on a budget/living thrifty? Get creative!
11. If you could spend endless amounts of money on one thing, what would it be? Old furniture.

Most of the bloggers I follow have already participated in this, or have been tagged already, so I’m not going to tag anymore people 😦  But thanks for thinking of me, Aryn! 

Anybody else not wash their hair for 3 days? Pop your husbands bumps? Have gray hair yet? After I read my list of ’11 fun things about myself’, I realize that I’m not that fun at all actually. More like awkward. Or weird. Or homebodyish. Or just plain awkward.

Have a blessed Wednesday!

snow day.

Yesterday was a treat.

We got our first decent snow on Sunday evening. Yes, you heard that correctly. February 19th was our first measurable snow all year. It has been the stinkiest winter I’ve ever experienced. I live for winter. It’s my favorite season (second to fall, of course). And I love winter because of the snow. It has done nothing this winter except rain, and I’ve not liked it one single bit.

Mother nature decided to try and make amends with me on Sunday night, and she gave us about 3-4 inches of snow. The school system I work for was off on Monday for a built-in snow day, and Ben’s school system got out for the snow, so we had a snow day!

This was PB’s first experience with the snow, and he didn’t quite know what to think.

He was really frustrated with his gloves because he couldn’t grab ahold of anything. He tried to pick up a broom (a boy after his momma’s heart) and couldn’t, so he got mad and pouted. Ben took him on the sled a couple of times, but by this point, he was just mad and tired.

All in all, it was a good day to be at home with my favorite boys. It was a much needed day of extra rest for us all. Ben and I were lazy and it felt good. I loved having snow days growing up. I ate like a pig, played out in the snow until I was numb, and watched old reruns. Today was much of the same and it didn’t disappoint!

What about y’all? Have you had a lacking winter this year? Any ‘snow days’ yet? Hopeful for any more snow?

Have a blessed Tuesday 🙂

where i am.

This time last week, I was driving home in tears. We had just got over a long weekend with a sick boy and a sick husband. I had a meeting after school, and Ben called to tell me about PB’s doctor visit, which included a stomach virus, walking pneumonia, a double ear infection, and a referral to an allergist. I could barely get out of the school before I broke down in tears. I cried the whole way home. I pulled over at one point and really just got hysterical.

Now before you think I’m a drama queen, this was one of those cries that had been brewing for about 6 weeks. I had been holding alot of things in, and PB’s sickness was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was worried. Scared. I felt helpless. I was stressed and overwhelmed.

I usually don’t let much get to me. And it takes alot for me to get stressed and overwhelmed. But I was there, and it stunk.

Let me tell you where I’m coming from.

I’m frustrated with myself. Mad at myself, really.

Student teaching is much harder than I thought it would be. Not the teaching/planning part, but the whole ‘I quit my good, stable job to go be an unpaid intern with no promise of a job’ part. I take my son to daycare while I go intern for free, and he picks up germs and stays sick for a month. And then my gracious family takes time off from their jobs to stay with my son because I can’t miss too many days, or I won’t get my hours in. And then I feel like a big terd.

Back when Ben and I were talking about me going back to school and getting my teaching licensure, I didn’t think twice about the fact that I would eventually have to quit my job to student teach. I was so ready to do it that I didn’t care. I would cross that bridge when I got there. And then back in November, when I finally quit my job, I was still fine with it, and excited about the new opportunities ahead of me. I told myself that I was stepping out on faith.

And don’t you know, when things started getting a little tough, I fell. I lost sight of my faith. I started letting worry consume me. I started wondering if I’d made the right decision. I started missing my paycheck and second guessing my sanity for leaving my old job. I love teaching and I know that’s where my heart is. But I’m letting the devil get the best of me right now.

So anyway, back to my drive home last Monday. I was a screaming, crying mess. Praying for God to forgive me for losing sight of Him and His promises for me. Praying for God to have mercy on my son and heal his little body. Praying for guidance and praying for His wisdom and understanding. It felt good to just cry and pray and pray and cry and just let it all out. I got home and talked to Ben and he reassured me. He wiped my tears and I felt better about everything.

And then I puked for 2 days. And I spent 3 days on the commode. And then I got walking pneumonia, too. And then I missed 3 days of school because I was sick. And then PB was sick off and on all week. I felt like the walls were closing in on me.

I felt really sorry for myself. I felt like I was responsible for everything that was happening to us. I went to bed Friday night second-guessing everything that I was doing. And then Saturday morning came, the sun was shining, and it was a new day. I can choose to focus on the things that I can’t change, or I can make the best of our situation right now. I would prefer the latter.

There is no purpose whatsoever to this post, other than for me to remind myself that God is there, I am blessed, and this too, shall pass!


By the way, thanks for your prayers and kind words! We are feeling MUCH better now. I’m happy to report I’ve gained back all 6.5 pounds that I lost last week. Or maybe unhappy to report that?!

Have a blessed Monday 🙂

the valentine’s saga, continued….

Shall we pick up where I left off?

Let’s see…..

Oh yes, Saturday night. PB puked all night long. For my friends who didn’t see the first post, Ben had walking pneumonia and an ear infection Friday. I had a sinus infection. PB had a cold. A fun time was had by all.

Sunday, my savior of a mother came and got PB so Ben and I could scrub the house down. We cleaned for 3 hours, scouring every single thing in the house and washing at least 75 loads of laundry. My stomach felt a little funky Sunday morning, but I thought nothing of it. We went to pick up PB from my parents house and thought he looked much better. He was playing around and acting his usual self.

And then he threw up again.

So all Sunday night, he was feeling pretty icky. Ben took him to the doctor on Monday morning, to find out he had a double ear infection, walking pneumonia (just like dad!), and a stomach virus. At this point, Ben and I expected our roof to collapse or our floors to fall out from under us. After literally a whole month of sickness shared in our house, we were starting to feel defeated. Doesn’t it always seem that when it rains, it pours? Though I will say this, I am blessed, blessed, blessed that this is all we are dealing with. I know my little problems are trivial compared to what others go through. I am so thankful for stupid ole’ viruses and ear infections. I know it could be so much worse.

Anyway, we were sitting on the couch Monday night, playing with our sweet boy (who was feeling a tad better), when I simply looked at Ben and said, “I think I’m going to puke”.

And sure enough, that’s what I did. ALLLLLLLLLLLLL night long.

So instead of boring you with traditional Valentine’s things, like flowers and candy and notes to my honey, I’m gonna get real and share our Valentine’s Day in numbers.

4 – the number of consecutive weeks that someone in our house has been sick.
24 – the number of times I puked
4 – the number of toilet paper rolls I went through (because, you know, a stomach virus isn’t a stomach virus unless you’re crapping all over yourself)
57320405 – the number of minutes I spent on the commode, with my head hanging in the trash can
24 – the number of hours it’s been since I slept
2 – the number of sweet, sweet, parents I have, who are taking care of my baby boy while our house is a war zone
5 – the number of pounds I’ve lost so far (hmmmm, a stomach virus as a weight loss tool??)
7 – the number of Sprites and Gatorades I’ve had in the last 18 hours
3948173419347 – the number of times Ben and I have laughed at our current situation. It’s funny, the first Valentine’s Day that Ben and I spent together, we cooked a nice meal together, held hands, and exchanged sappy Valentine’s cards. We said all kinds of sweet things to each other, because we were so much in love, you know. The flowers, the cards, the candies, it was just a little frickin’ storybook day. I probably posted some crap on Facebook about how lucky I was to have him as my boyfriend. I probably called him sexy and said that he was so romantic.

I had no idea.

You know what, I am a stinkin’ lucky girl. I really feel like the luckiest girl in the world this Valentine’s Day. I got more than roses or diamonds or candies. I got a good man who takes care of his family. He takes such good care of our baby when I can’t help at all. He waits on me hand and foot. He holds my head over the commode so I won’t bust it on the lid while I puke. He cleans the vomit on the bathroom floor. He wipes the puke from my face.

Now, that’s sexy. And romantic.

This year’s V-day card. It only seemed appropriate.

This will probably go down as one of the most memorable Valentine’s Days, for all the right reasons, of course.

What has been your most memorable Valentine’s Day?

Happy Valentine’s Day, friends! I hope you have a wonderful day, free of vomit, and full of lots of sweet things. Eat some chocolate for me!

Have a blessed Tuesday 🙂

the valentine’s day weekend.

This past weekend, Ben and I planned to celebrate Valentine’s Day. We’d planned to go out to eat, and to go see ‘Safehouse’. Is it just me or does that movie look so bad to the bone? I could already taste the popcorn and that large coke.


Things didn’t go exactly like we planned.

Friday night we had an incredibly romantic date on the couch. PB went to bed a little early, so we had the night alllll to ourselves 😉 I laid on the left side of the couch, with toilet paper stuck up my nose to stop the drip. Ben laid on the right side of the couch wrapped up in 14 blankets. I had a sinus infection, and Ben had walking pneumonia and an ear infection.

Saturday, it got even better.

Ben and I divided our time between the couch and the bathroom. As we sat on the couch, eating leftover Chili, toilet paper sticking out of our noses, Ben looked at me and laughed and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, momma”. I rolled my eyes.

Later that night, we put PB to bed, and, as I was feeling a little better, I treated myself to a nice long bubble bath. It was 10:12 p.m. (a late night for me, I might add) I was smelling fresh and clean, and just getting ready to dry my hair when I heard an odd noise coming from PB’s room. We walked in to find PB standing in his crib, drenched in puke. He had thrown up all over himself, his bed, and his carpet. We were up with him all night. I think he managed to puke on every rug/couch/chair we owned.

At 2:14 a.m., as we were rocking him to sleep on the couch, covered in puke ourselves, watching reruns of ‘Friends’, I looked over at Ben and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, daddio!”

What else can you do but laugh?

Have a blessed Monday 🙂

a boy in the bath.

A couple of nights ago, I was in the bathroom plucking my eyebrows. Can I just say that I really hate to pluck my eyebrows? It stinkin’ hurts. And no matter how gently I do it, or how many prayers I say, it always causes me to have a sneezing, screaming, eye-watering fit. I’m a weenie. 
Okay, I just needed to throw that out there. It really has nothing to do with the story, but I thought I would vocally proclaim my detest for plucking my eyebrows. Maybe I’m not alone?!?
Anyway, it was time for PB’s bath, so I had started the bath water. At the time I thought Ben and PB were playing in his room, so I walked back over to the mirror to continue the torture.
2.73 seconds later, I turned around and saw this:
PB has learned to climb in and out of the tub, and on this particular day, he thought he would rather just climb on in with his clothes on.
All the more reason to never ever pluck my eyebrows again. 
Have a blessed Wednesday 🙂