When Bad Things Happen To Good People

Nobody panic...there aren't too many bad things happening around here. Just two and they aren't life threatening. Well, one of them is not...my mom might kill me over the other one. :)


Phoebe threw up all night. Since I don't hear my children wake up and call for me in the middle of the night (I know, it makes me feel pretty guilty) Brad was actually there for the first three incidents. Then he came downstairs and woke me up for reinforcements. She threw up three more times in the next hour or so and then slept the rest of the night. This morning she seems better. I don't think she feels great, but she did drink a little water and has kept it down. I gave her a bath after Eli left for school and then she was crying, "Ni-Ni! Ni-Ni!" (Night-Night, Night-Night for those of you who might need a translation) so I just put her back in bed. Eli was bummed that I would be missing his pajama day at KU, but I promised him a pillow fight when he gets home and he was okay with it after that. I even let him wear his Spiderman pajamas, Spiderman slippers, and carry his Spiderman pillowcase pillow...in years past, I've made him wear some cute pajamas that he has absolutely no interest in. See, I'm loosening up a little! :)


I have lost the tie that Eli is supposed to wear at my sister's wedding. (This is what my mom is going to kill me over.) I thought it was at my mom's house and she said she sent it with me when I came home last time. She's looked at her house, I've looked at mine and it's nowhere to be found. Now, by nature, I am a pretty careless person. I would probably lose my head if it wasn't attached and because of this I'm pretty uptight about where I put stuff. It's a sanity-saving strategy. It drives me crazy when I can't find stuff so I've become a place-for-everything-and-everything-in-its-place Nazi. I have special spots for keys, phones, money, pens, cameras, shoes, socks, contact cases, mittens, receipts, manuals, phone books, post-it notes, rings, CDs, hammers, nail-clippers...the list could literally go on and on. One of my pet peeves about Brad is that he doesn't have a place for everything. When he come in after work, sometimes he puts his keys in one place and his wallet in another. Another day he'll put them somewhere completely different. It drives me crazy because his stuff doesn't have a "spot." We've gone round and round about this, but I can't imagine it will ever change and really it doesn't bother too much unless he moves something that I need or have a designated place for...like the step stool or the TV remote. But, I digress. Sometimes something important slips through my stuff-radar and I cannot think of where I put it or where it might be because it's not in any of the places that make sense in my head. This tends to happen when I get stressed. You know, like after a move. So I decided to buy another tie. If we find another one, great, if not, we have a backup. Great plan, right? Well, Gymboree has already put it's Christmas dressy line on sale and I can't find the tie. It's not at the Amarillo store and it's not online. I'm waiting until 10am to call four Gymboree's in the Dallas area to track down the red tie with grey polk-dots and if they don't have them, then I'm calling the customer service number on the website. Who knew this tie was so popular? I know there is another tie out there somewhere. I know it will show up in Gymboree outlets stores next year. I just have to find it, purchase it, and then get it mailed ASAP to my mom's house before the wedding or she decides to kill me.


I guess I just needed a few more things on my plate before Thanksgiving! :)