Wornoutwoman

Yesterday we had our four-year-old check-up. We got his hearing and vision checked...A-OKAY. He got to pee in a cup for the first time, which he was thrilled about. What is it about boys and peeing anyways? (I think that's another blog) After the initial consultation, when our doctor asked him a round of pertinent questions to test his mental capacity, the nurse came in with a box of needles hidden behind her back. I hugged my son and laid him down for her. She told him to grab my hands and squeeze hard if he needed to. He saw the first of two syringes in her hands, and just lay there in a stupor. I know he was thinking, "You're gonna do what?" He held my hands and didn't even flinch when the first one when in. She slowly injected the shot and pulled out and grabbed the second round. I felt no squeezing going on and no tears were welling up....hmmmm...good sign. Number two went in his other leg, and again he didn't even flinch. After she p...

Twice now my son has grabbed my cell phone while I've been... let's just say indisposed. The first time he actually blurted out, "No, she can't come to the phone...she's going poop!" Thank the Lord that it was just a friend on the phone at that time. Well....this morning I was sitting on my throne doing what most people have to do, from time to time, and I heard my cell phone ringing from the other room. I cringed inwardly hoping upon hope that he wouldn't answer my phone. Yeah, right...like that's gonna happen. So of course, he answers and talks for a few minutes while walking into the bathroom. Thankfully, he doesn't let it slip what my current activities were. I grabbed the phone from him, put my fingers to my lips to shush him, and answered as professionally as I could, "This is Kim, how can I help you?" It was a client who needed something pretty important and in a timely manner. I apologized for my son's little vo...

We spent the late afternoon in the closet, due to tornadoes hitting a few miles away from us. The good news my son is completely better but was terrified by the tornado warning sirens blaring. The more miraculous news is if my son hadn't been so sick last night and I hadn't kept him home, I would have been exiting at the exact place at the exact time where the tornado hit and flipped cars over on the road. I would have been picking him up from daycare and could have been in a serious accident. Although I never want my son to be sick, God used my son's sickness to save me from a worse fate. THANK GOD FOR SMALL AND BIG MIRACLES!

It's storming severely outside, much like the way I feel inside. My son rarely gets sick, but in the last six months, it's always something. Fortunately, he is never as sick as most kids get. He's pretty strong, but last night was a different story. I've been up all night with his little tummy cramping. Almost every hour on the hour it would get so bad that he'd start crying and then release a little...enough that he might sleep for twenty minutes or so. I put a warm compress on his stomach...I rubbed his back, and just rocked him as gently as I could. He only threw up once THANK GOD! My little guy finally fell asleep around 4 a.m. and is still in his room sawing logs. I'm worn out...my nickname fits today, but I am also so grateful his tummy isn't causing him any grief at the moment. Nothing is worse than when your child is in pain, and you can't do anything to stop it. I would change places with him in a heartbeat to relieve his agony. ...

This is a re-post from my other site at www.blessed1.wordpress.com...hope you enjoy! No one ever really prepares you for being a parent. The standard phrase I got when I was pregnant was, “Oh get your sleep now while you can!” or they might say, “Good luck you’re going to need it!” Even the important people in my life never truly passed on enough wisdom for me to have a handle on how it’s supposed to work. I always wondered why there wasn’t a handbook that will tell you things like: When your son is potty trained, stay alert. He’ll still shoot the pea out between the lid and the toilet when he sits down. Have a rag handy for quick catches! or No matter how hard you try to get your child to sleep through the night (and they finally do)…..don’t relax just yet. Then the nightmare phase is coming and it starts all over again. All I have to say is thank God for my mom. She may not have had any written instructions for me but she taught me the basic foundation by example. OH y...

My son's birthday was this month, on the 11th. He turned the big four! My goodness, how time flies. He'll be 14 before I know it. We had a party at a huge indoor inflatable play zone that had every bouncing gym you could imagine. It even had a huge inflatable 16-foot tall slide. We had 16 kids and 45 people in total, with all the parents and our family members. I knew that with the number of kids that were being invited I had to change up the birthday rules a little. I asked lieu of giving my son 'birthday gifts' that they bring dog and cat food as donations to the humane society. A) I don't need a million more toys and games cluttering up my home that my son will soon lose interest in and B) I wanted to give my son the gift of giving back. Today we took an entire trunk load of dog and cat food to the animal shelter. I had a 20lb bag, 2 big 15lb dog treat boxes, and multiple types of smaller dog and cat foods. It was quite a loot, and it took 4 trips...

Although I make substantially less money with the job I have taken, it allows me more mommy time at home with my son. I don't have to be at an office at a certain time in the morning, which means I am able to get him to school without rushing. And the days he's not in school, I'm able to wake him up and cuddle as much as I want until he's awake enough to be independent. Lately, people have been asking me how we're getting by as a family. I just keep telling them, "We're doing alright...actually we're doing great. Yeah, we have to shuffle a little when it comes to paying bills...but you can't put a value on the time I get with my son!" No one can argue with that! I am so blessed. I thank God every day for providing me with the opportunity to work for my company. I am one of those mom's who has to work...we wouldn't make it on one income. After months of praying, God handed me this opportunity, and I see his blessings every d...

Most days I really appreciate my hubby. He's supportive, attentive, loveable...and grouchy. What man isn't grouchy? It's something you learn to love about them. BUT TODAY.....AAAAAARGH! Being a working mom isn't easy for any of us. Just recently I took a job that allows me to work from home most of the time. I guess he figures that means I don't have regulations, that I get to pick and choose when I HAVE to do some things. Let me set the stage for you all: Around 7 a.m. each morning is when my son usually will wake up asking for some milk/nesquick, which he calls pedia (short for pediasure). After he drinks about 1/4 cup, he usually rolls over and goes back to sleep, with his arms around my neck. I gently pull out of his embrace and replace my neck with a stuffed animal or pillow. Then I either go back to sleep, depending on my schedule for the day, or I get in the shower if I have early appointments. Today I had a conference call at 7 a.m., which my DH (...

Every child is a blessing. A gift God bestows upon us to shape into a responsible adult. A child to protect, love, and provide for. That child is helpless without us. I know every loving mom out there, doesn’t know how she got by before having kids. Personally, for me, I can’t imagine my life without my child and possible future children-if that’s God’s will. My husband and I tried for only a short year to have children before we went to a fertility specialist. We just wanted to be proactive — to see if we were both capable of bearing children. We were both young and healthy, and I never imagined I’d receive the most horrible news a female could have dropped in her lap. After running a few tests, the top fertility specialist in the state told us that between my husband and me—we would most likely never conceive on our own. He laid out some fertility solutions, and followed up with, “Even with treatment, chances would be slim that you’ll conceive.” Wow, talk about black and white....

Often I hear myself answering, YES, to a lot of little questions by my little boy. He's at the age that he's just talking a mile a minute and asking millions of questions. As I'm doing yard work or housework, and I hear 'isn't that right mommy?' - I just mmhmm while working. I remember my mom telling me a story from my childhood. She recalled it a few years ago, but it's becoming quite the center of my thoughts lately. She told me that she was in the kitchen, and I came bounding in at the bold age of 3, talking and talking. She absent-mindedly answered yes, to what she thought was a harmless question. The next thing she heard was me yelling out the front door, "THANKS MOM!", and she had to run to catch up with me. She didn't know that her 'yes' was permission to go across the neighborhood to a friend's house. I think all of us moms get caught up in our daily activities and automatically respond to our little one's q...

One thing that always gets me is when people call me 'lucky' or when something good happens in their own life-they wonder at their own good luck. I think too often in our society we overlook our blessings! I know firsthand how many miracles have been performed in my life, and luck had nothing to do with them. I know non-believers can't give credit where credit is due because they don't believe God is at work in their own lives....especially when it comes to the small stuff. Trust me people--God's miracles aren't just in the Bible! From the moment we're born we're blessed with relationships, jobs, safe travels, a comforting shoulder when we're upset, a smile from a stranger. We never know what God is delivering right in our own lap if we don't pay attention. Someone asked me lately how I stay in tune with God even when life gets so bad. That's when I try to stay more in tune than ever by counting my blessings. I have made subtle little co...