Still Sick??????

Well, the germies have officially declared our home their welcome center or club house or something, b/c we just can't get well! (Apparently, no amount of clorox...and my bleeding, dry, cracked hands will defeat these germs.) Hubby now has the flu...complete with fever, chills, horrible cough, tummy yuckies. L and C are on antibiotics for nasty cold/sinus infections (read not 1 but 2 trips to the pediatrician...ugh!) But I, although feeling exhausted, tightness in my chest, aching, hurting when I cough, WILL NOT GET SICK! Do you hear me, germies...???

In other news, we are in the process of finalizing our first ever family trip to Disney World...I am beyond excited! I grew up going to Disney every year, if not 2 times each year with my parents. And, b/c I was a lonely only, my folks always brought a friend with us. Our trips were always great, posh resort, room service, spoiling beyond belief. How they afforded it, I'll never know... My mom tells me it just wasn't as expensive as it is now. I know better, as they always sacrificed when it came to our family. Anyway,my last trip was 10 years ago (A DECADE!), and I'm ready to get back to the magic and introduce it to my L and C. Besides that, Hubby and I have never been together. We planned a trip for the April just after we were engaged in March, but didn't get to go as then Hubby-to-be broke his foot playing church softball. Really, all things considered it was a blessing. Wouldn't want to take a trip together alone when we were that close to being married. Saved parents and grandparents the heart attacks and tsk, tsks from others. :)

Last night, my mother-in-law, L and C's Nana, informed me that my son "ratted me out" when he spent Tues. night at their house. He told his Nana that I talk "mean" to him. She told me that she knew that sometimes grown-ups lose their tempers, but that she knew I would apologize to him if I said something mean. She also told him that she didn't think I would talk mean to him very often b/c I'm just such a nice person (Thanks, Nana!). He told her I did apologize, but that I hit him sometimes. (What???Thanks a lot, buddy, for making me a monster...me, who is as patient as I can be with him, and spank once in a while, only!) Well, Nana got a hoot out of this exchange and she explained that if mommies and daddies spank their children for doing something wrong or unsafe, then it's spanking and spanking is different than hitting, etc. So, of course, when Nana tells me what L says she and I laugh, but I kinda wanted to know what/when he was talking about, as much as an almost-four-year-old can tell me. So, I asked L about it...he told me not to worry, he was just speaking Spanish to Nana and she didn't understand what he was saying. He said he knows I don't hit him and I'm not ugly to him...Great... now not only am I a violent, verbally abusive parent (Ha!) my kids a FIBBER! :) Always something! Seriously, it made for a funny story.

Last night's grocery run was not fun. Hubby at home sick, so the kids and I go...I'm trying to get it done as quickly as possible, but those great (read HORRIBLE) car shopping carts are impossible to steer. L and C are done with their sample cheese in about 2 aisles...b/c the store is PACKED. It takes forever b/c I'm doing my shopping and sweet Maw's (72-year-old friend who sometimes watches the kiddos) shopping as well. So, after C trying to climb out about 17 times, screaming that she's got a shoo-ee (she doesn't) and L continually poking, pinching or hitting her. I'm about to lose it. Right there. In Publix. Well, then comes check-out. Why, why, why is the candy there? DO they have to torture the mommies??? Are they really against us??? It is at this time that C decides to debut her dumping skills...you know, dumping the candy boxes into the cart, dumping my purse out onto the floor, dumping my credit cards out into the buggy. SO as I'm trying to stop this madness, L starts to whine and complain about wanting more of some kind of junk. I tell him, "No, not now." C then demonstrates her other favorite skill, singing at the top of her lungs. Her favorite song right now is "Jingle Bells, Shotgun Shells, Granny had a gun!" which she belted out loudly. Meanwhile her brother is crying his eyes out after I told him he hurt my feelings by telling me he didn't like me any more (after I told him that we could not pick up any candy.) L kept saying, "Please talk to me Mommy. Please, please. I won't say ugly things to you anymore." I tried to tell him we'd talk about it in the car (anything to get out of the store before my actual breakdown began and the nervous twitching started, ha! ha!) to no avail. So by the time the poor bag guy got our bags loaded, he looked rather dazed. I did turn around to check as we were pulling out of the parking lot that Publix was still standing. It was. We didn't completely destroy it...We'll just put that on our to-do list for the next trip! :)

When I got home and relayed just a small portion of the story to Hubby, he smirked at me and said, "You enjoy the chaos, remember? You want another baby, remember?" UGH! Get that smirk off your face!! I still do...just not tonight!

Otherwise, yesterday was fun. L and C got to play outside for a little while. L can sort of reach the pedals on his bike from Santa (Santa should've checked his height and the bikes seat lowing like Mommy reminded him to do, but I digress). Maybe by Bike Day at his school in May. C is fearless...climbing quickly and quietly to the top of the playscape. What a daredevil! L still wants me out there with him. L is really picking up a few letter sounds (the teacher inside me does a great big happy dance).

Whew, I'm tired!