Crazy Land

There once was a home full of crazy,
the queen longed for a day to be lazy,

but there were patients to see,
and places to be,

pukey sickos to nurse,
and no poop that's the worst!

The laundry piled high,
right up to the sky,

Walls wanting for paint,
new meds, yikes I'll faint!

PTA to attend,
missing buttons to mend.

Mouths to be fed,
then drop dead into bed.

Fast asleep, there's a snore,
and I dreaming of more..

:) The End?
last verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse!

Stolen quote of the day...

So often I wake up with aspirations to be June Cleaver, yet go to bed feeling like Roseanne!

Just a general update tonight...no inspiring muses have come my way with anything witty or charming to compose, so I will just give you a snippet of our controlled chaos that we call the weekend!

My son, decided to "set his shoes free" from the sky ride at Bristol Mountain today, I should be mad, but I just can't stop laughing.  There is something unusually comic, yet serene about watching a shoe, followed by a sock float it's way through the air, and then thump onto the mountain....gone forever!  I'm certainly not brave enough right now to hike up or down that mountain with a shoeless child, and of course he "freed" his shoe from exactly the midway point of the ride.

Danielle is riding that horse like a pro!  She uses the staff person who guides the horse, but has graduated from needing a sidewalker anymore.  Nervous nelly mommy has a little trouble with that, but Dan and the stable staff have convinced me she's ready.  Simon's sidewalker only needs to hold an ankle now.  It's so fun to watch his face light up as that horse starts to walk.

Say a few prayers for us tomorrow night, Danielle goes in for her sleep study...lots of wires and gadgets she will need to "be at peace with".  Our little princess snores like a trucker, and I've diagnosed her with night time restless body syndrome!  This hopefully will give the ENT justification to remove her tonsils which did wonders for simon.  (she has closure of her frontal sutures, and a facial boney structure which makes her airway passages very small...removing the tonsils could improve her airflow at night, and maybe help her sleep better)

Simon is now fast asleep in a big boy bed....danielle had a tea party with mommy and grandma tonight, and Dan should be home soon.  Thank you God, - counting my blessings....

When Love Takes You In - Steven Curtis Chapman

On the road again

Sooo, I've decided that whoever decided it was dangerous to drive while talking on a cell phone probably didn't have 2 children in the backseat of their car. I would rate driving while talking on my phone, while alone 100 times safer than driving with my 2 kids in the backseat sans phone...

I mean, really, is my arm supposed to twist and contort that way to reach the ever unreachable car toy, and what did Bob the Builder do to deserve to get thrown out of a moving car at 50 mph? and ohhh, danielle that's so sweet that you're sharing your drink with your brother...but oh, oh, no stop honey he's going to spill.....oh crud. Potty? Potty? But you just went 2 minutes ago...OHHH you're serious, I'm pulling over NOW! Does anyone else have 3 rearview mirrors, one for driving and one for each child to ensure they are not mugging their sibling? Ahh ahh choo...oh shoot, SNOT!... don't touch! I'm getting a kleenex, hold on...........ohhh never mind you got it....everywhere. :)

Hmmm, talking on my phone while alone in the car....seems pretty safe to me in comparison. Maybe they should ticket me for driving with my kids in the car. (and no I did not get another ticket!)

By the way I am again energetic enough to get back to priming downstairs...I think I am the slowest painter alive! I am so longing for the end of this project, meaning more space for our family! Can't wait to spread out a little and get the kids into their own rooms!

I will note however, that although I'm much improved, I was embarrassed last night in the Long Acres Corn Maze when 2 of my prego, semi-waddling friends (sorry you two, no offense!) were easily able to out walk me in both speed and distance...hrmph.

Signing off now for a trip to Never Say Never Stables to take the kids riding. Thank you God for our many blessings, help me not to ever take them for granted!

Sunday Lessons

Information I'm sure you can not live without...

I've learned certain ethnic practices still linger in my daughter's brain. Caught my daughter trying to pee standing up over the toilet today, yikes!

I've learned that after giving a 5 year old a enema (thank you soooo much pediatrician, shouldn't you do this? it seems pretty medical to me!) you should not let him move with out his tushy properly covered. His waterworks display rivaled that of the geysers of our country's national parks!

TMI, I know....but that was my day, what can I say?

I've learned that crossing a canal bridge with my 2 children, cars on the right, water and height beneath, my son who is obsessed with the patterned metal grid we were walking on, and my gal who became very overwhelmed with this venture may not have been such a good idea! I didn't even consider that this could be scary...but looking through her eyes...

I've learned that even if we can't find any ducks to feed, the bread we brought certainly still gets eaten!

I've learned this weekend went by way to fast! Wish I could control the clock!

Crazy, crazy, thoughts...

So last Saturday I was able to go to the Women of Faith Conference - my spirit was refreshed. Thank you Dan for arranging this.

This weekend Dan and I had a get away to Letourno - I was physically refreshed. Thank you to our sitters by the way...it was marvelous.

I have a new medication which I've been on since Thursday, and my cardiac symptoms are significantly decreased...I took the kids out for a hayride and a trip to the canal to feed ducks - all by myself! I could never have done this last week...I feel thankful and refreshed! Wow!

Alas, there is danger in feeling refreshed, with recharged batteries. My husband will testify to this. I came down with "a fever" - not medically related in anyway shape or form. You see when I feel close to God, and rested, and just a little in control of our chaos, I start thinking crazy crazy thoughts.

The thoughts have been swirling around in my head for a few months now - but they had been pushed down into the shadows because of our "ahem" trials and tribulations of late. Now, though...I'm feeling a bit better, I've had time to recharge, and it's obviously noticed that I have a big girl 8 year old, a big boy who is almost 6, and no babes in the Kulp home what so ever. Hmmm, this might be a problem. Gosh, this medication I'm taking is not safe for a mom to be...but gee whiz, there are an awful lot of kids out in this world who don't have a mama or a daddy. Does anyone know anything about adoption?? I'm just sayin'....

Oh, maybe I just better wait until Wednesday when life has spiraled out of control again, laundry is piled high and my paperwork is once again late! But I'm just saying.....

A Good Man...

My husband wins an award this week for being a good guy. As many of you know, this month has been one of struggles for me in regards to my health, and pacemaker issues etc. I've had multiple conversations with my body, my doctor and that chunk of metal keeping things going. It goes something like this...

"Dear self / metal chunk / all knowing doctor - I really don't have time to slow down right now, the end" The problem is, I keep talking, but they are not listening. I even had another fun 48 hours of wearing that sexy holter monitor again. Anyway, my point is I'm frustrated, but my hubby has been a gem. He's holding his own, and then some. He is speaking my love language of helps and teaming with me to keep all those balls that we are juggling from hitting the ground. Thank you hubby for painting the ceiling last week, making yummy dinners, and sending me off to Women of Faith. You are a good man.

One thing I've discovered while exploring this new thing called blogging is one major difference between a journal and a blog. I've noticed you have to blog with a good attitude. With my friend the journal I can spew and whine and vent....and the pages do not mind, no one is the wiser, and I've gotten some things off my chest. Ahhh very therapuetic. Now with the blog...ohh dear, me oh my, but wait...people might read this stuff, so I better not pout!! This surely is a helpful tool, to ensure I tell my life stories with the glass 1/2 full and no whining allowed...(for the most part!) I think this is a nice feature...because of course we always have more good than bad to report...so why waste time on the whining?

OK, God, no whining today. I have the stamina of a 60 year old woman...but that's good news, because a week and a half ago, I felt like an 80 year old. Please fix my ticker, and don't teach my children how to run any faster quite yet! Amen.