Outsourcing Big Brother

Yesterday on the way home from our friend's house (said friend watching our daughter while my wife works the closing shift), something came up about Garrett, one of my wife's former daycare kids.

She said "Garrett's my little brother, and I'm his big sister."

So I asked "What about Josh?"

Darling Daughter: "He's not my brother. He's somebody else's brother."

Raised eyebrows..."Oh? What, are you outsourcing Josh now?"

"Yeah!"

"To where?"

"Fry's!"

The conversation then turned to Mickeldonalds (McDonalds), and how she wanted regular fries, chocalate milk, a hamburger and a toy.

My daughter...the corporate CEO addicted to McDonalds....

Darth Vader

The other night my wife wasn't feeling well, so I was trying to negotiate with our daughter over bedtime, because she really wanted mommy to read her stories. So I told her "How about I brush your hair, then read you three stories, and then put you in mommy and daddy's bed with mommy?"

She gave me a thumbs up and said "That's my daddy!"

So then I replied with "Yep. Just call me Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Negotiator."

Which I then followed up with (in my best Darth Vader voice....James Earl Jones I am not):

"Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father, did he?"

(Whiny Luke voice) "He told me enough! He told me you killed him!"

"No, Joy. I am your father."

My daughter's response?

"Don't copy Darth Vader!" :)

My ever-lovin' daughter

So, this morning I slept in till about 8:30, then got up and processed my hair and did all that making myself presentable type stuff. It's now about 10:30 and I came downstairs to see if I could hunt up some food worthy of the crock-pot since my family has not had a proper home-cooked meal in about two weeks. I look in the living room and what do I see?  The tub of butter (ok, margarine, Country Crock Churn Style) sitting in the middle of the living room floor with a knife sticking out of it and the lid placed precariously atop. And not more than 6 inches away a crust of bread and a smear of butter on the carpet. Well, I know what she was up to before she came back upstairs to keep me company (and wonder about the green stuff on my face). =)

{Annette}
Genius might be described as a supreme capacity for getting its possessors into trouble of all kinds.
- Samuel Butler

Shopping

According to Tim, Joy is quite the little shopper. They did some grocery shopping today and she kept reminding him of things that we needed. While at Costco she was quite happy to try and get her own 10-pack of tissues (we’ve been going through a lot) and while getting dairy products she reminded him that we need yogurt and ice cream. They then went to WinCo and I have a feeling that she helped him pick out the fruit (and ice cream).  Tim told it to me better, but for some reason he doesn’t like to contribute to Joy’s blog =)

Insomnia?

Insomnia? [x-post]

I am either becoming slightly insomniac, or the WB is really screwing up my sleep cycle. Last night I woke up at 4 am and could NOT go back to sleep. And my mind was going a mile a minute about all sorts of topics, things that need to be thought about and things better left alone till I am more … sure of myself, more protected, more something. Joy’s cough finally woke her up around 4:50 AM, so I gave her some more cough medicine with codeine (good stuff that!) but it doesn’t knock her out. So we were awake till like 5:30 when she quietly, finally fell asleep. I was awake till about 6. And her fever was back. So I decided to let the fever ride out and just use cold cloths and see how she was in a few hours. I think the uninterrupted sleep helped. She woke with nary a fever and her cheeks are white again. YAY! Hopefully this is a full breaking of the fever. 7 days is quite worrisome. Tim and I are doing the split-shift parenting thing today since Josh also feels icky and it’s MLK Day so no school and no daycare. He’s at work right now till about noon, then it will be my turn to go to work, from 1:30 to 10:15 PM. I hope the lack of sleep doesn’t affect me too much. But, back to the kids. They have been sick for going on almost two weeks now. I will be so glad when they are better. And me too, I think being coughed on constantly in the last two days has given me whatever Joy has. Sore throat and ears. Here’s to Airborne.

Ok, I’m just babbling, and you think I could get out all those interesting and captivating thoughts that I had in the middle of the night, but right now I can just remember the mood they created, frustrated and uneasy and torn.

Time to take meds, shower and entertain kids.

I Stand Corrected

So I told Joy that I disciplined her because I love her, which is a concept she probably won’t understand till she has her own kids, after she gets married in 60 or 70 years. Joy says, “I don’t want my own kids! I want to watch other kids while their mommies go to work”.

--Tim

Jobs, Joy, and other stuff [x-post]

In case some of you actually saw Joy on the webcam, she’s been sick all week and Tim has been an absolute DOLL by staying home and taking care of her so I can get my new- hire training done. I did miss one morning and this afternoon, but my supervisor understood. I mean, I told her the truth, my husband NEEDS to go into work. He can telecommute when he needs to, but he does need to get in for a bit. He’ll probably be working late, but that’s ok. Probably working this weekend too … ah shizz, I need a sitter. He wants to take me out as a celebration for getting a job ( (aside, I am going NUTS without chat this afternoon. I have no desire to clean house and boy does it need it! I have a raging headache. Been getting one every afternoon. I think it’s the WB (not the channel, the med.)

ANYWAYS!!!! Joy and I are just hanging watching Little House on the Prairie and PBS Kids. Lots of cuddling and hugging, and nose-wiping. Josh has a sleep-over tonight and went there right after school, so that helped. I wonder if I can get another snooze in …..

Please pray that Joy gets better, she’s been sick since Monday night, and this thing only had Josh down for 4 days. She’s had a fever off and on the whole time ( and that I don’t get sick. I get to work on Monday. I have the WEIRDEST schedule. I have Sundays and Tuesdays off. Well, at least this coming week. I was told that your schedule is usually set with very few changes. Our family schedule is going nuts, but if my work schedule doesn’t fluctuate too much, we should be able to work things out. Oh yeah, I have a afternoon/closing shift, so I get mornings with Joy. YAY! The manager was a tad upset when I changed my availability hours from what I had on my application, but gave me the schedule I want. And from this week, even though I like the morning customers, once I am certified, I will make more money (read commission) from afternoon and evening customers. There’s more of them than in the morning. I wanted the later hours so I wouldn’t have to deal with the commute, takes just over 30 minutes with no traffic and almost 1.5 hours with morning traffic. I hate traffic. It gives me a headache. And I am already taking Bayer to deal with the WB headache. Though the other day when I took Aleve before the WB and my morning headache wasn’t so bad. But I don’t want to be taking pain killers everyday. My liver and tummy might start to get mad at me. When I was in high school, one of my friends used this Chinese balm on my temples and my headache went right away. I need to find some of that stuff. Love stuff that I don’t have to ingest and works practically immediately. Like magic ( (gab gab gab gab someone talk to me!!!!!) Oh yeah, a job is a good thing. A job OUTSIDE the home, with adults. Long hours, long commute, but no need to search out people to talk to. I get my fill. Sigh. Missing some of my friends though. Y’all give me a shout out and let me know how you are doing!!!!

$25 popsicle [x-post]

Yes, I know it's late, but suddenly I can't sleep. Joy has had a fever hovering near 103 when not being taken out by Tylenol since late Monday night. Tim hasn't really been able to go into work because Josh was sick on Monday and Joy has been *really* sick since Tuesday morning, and I have this frigging training. *Guilt*

Well, my dd has not pee'd since like 3:30AM yesterday, so the advice nurse wanted me to take Joy to the ER to get some fluids into her. The doc said she was definitely dehydrated, but not enough to require an IV. Unless, of course, I really wanted her to have one. So he says "You have to drink this juice unless you want a shot." No child in her right mind *wants* a shot! So we start drinking the juice, and watching Beauty and the Beast. And then another nurse offers her a popsicle. Oh yeah, Joy also got a strep test, thankfully negative. But as the nurse comes to discharge us, she looks at Joy, throws up her hands and exclaims "I forgot your popsicle!". So she get the treat and we watch more B&B as Joy contentedly and happily sucks on the wonderful coolness of a popsicle. Daddy gets to go to the store tomorrow to get more and some Motrin. They want her alternating Motrin and Tylenol every three hours to control the fever.

Ok, my Airborne is done. I have to be at work by 8. blegh. 1 hour commute. I get 3.5 hours of sleep tonight.