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Ok so.  My son has a different afternoon “get home from school schedule” than most.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays he is a walker, so I can pick him up and get him to tae kwon do and also football.  On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he rides the bus home.  Got it?

Today is Tuesday.

Today I go pick him.  Today I went to pick him up.  I waited.  I waited.  And I waited.  He never came out.  I went to the school office and I asked, “Um excuse me, where’s [insert son's name here]?  He was supposed to be a walker and he’s not there!!”

She immediately got on the phone and called his teacher.  Mrs. Caudill said she got the note and reminded him two times that he was a walker.  Maybe he forgot and got on the bus.

Oy!

She immediately phoned the service that supervises the bus drivers and asks her to radio the bus driver to make sure he is in fact ON THE BUS! 

She (-the bus driver) did not answer.

WTH?!!?!

I stay in the office for 10 mins more and she rings the bus supervisor again.  Supervisor radios bus driver.  Bus driver doesnt answer.  WHY ISNT THE BUS DRIVER ANSWERING?!?!!?

I wait for 10 more minutes and we repeat the process.

Still no luck.

I tell office worker that I am going to go home and wait for the bus to see if he is on the bus.  If she gets in contact with the bus driver please call me.

I leave the school and break down.  It’s very nerve wrecking when you dont know where your child is.  My stomach is in knots.  Im talking to my bff and my husband to stay sane.

This is THE LONGEST 45 minute wait EVVVVVAH!

When the bus pulls around the corner and my son jumps off, I cry.  literally.  And he’s all like, “Mom, what’s wrong?!?!”  And I tell him Im happy to see him and explain everything.  And he says that he totally forgot that he was supposed to be a walker.  He was tired and he just got on the bus.

Kids.

Nope, we didnt make it to tae kwon do; but alls well.  He’s safe.  Im estatic.  Alls right with the world.

~ Chrishawn ~

You have a solemn obligation to take care of yourself,
because you never know when the World will need you.

~ Rabbi Hillel, 30 B.C. - 9 A.D.

Yep - still dealing with my son’s dang wart problem.  This is now week 5!  They aren’t lying when they said plantar warts are dang hard to get rid of.  Man!

BUT!  I think I do see the light at the end of the tunnel now.  There is hope by golly.  When looking at the wart yesterday night, I noticed that it is now black in the middle.  YEP - BLACK!  I quickly ran to my trusty laptop to look up what that meant.  And guess what?!?!

It means that it’s dying.  Yessssssssss!  Thank the Lord.  So, I was reading to put apple cidar vinegar on a cotton ball and then tape it on with duct tape over night and keep doing that until the wart falls out.

So I did that.

And it was fine.  But then the son started complaining that it was burning/stinging to bad and could I please take it off.

So I did.

Well the cotton ball, anyway.  We left the duct tape on cuz I heard that works too.  But anyway, this morning when he woke up off came the duct tape.

So today I went to pick up some tweezers from the store (-why no, I dont have any lying around!) so that I can try and dig that root out and get this thing healing.

The son was excited.  He wants it off his body (-the wart, that is).  So we soaked his foot and got to work.  30 seconds later we were done.  The root still intact. *sigh*

Seriously, it was longer than 30 seconds.  But that doesnt matter cuz the root is still attached.  We tried digging in the dead skin to get the root; but he was screaming and crying in pain.  Poor thing.  I didnt have the heart to keep going.

But we tried.  And tried some more.  But he kept crying and screaming in pain.  So we stopped and gave him yet another freezing treatment.  This is the fifth one and I dont think I will be doing anymore.  I was only supposed to do 4 but yeah I dont always follow the rules.

So anyway, we soaked a cotton ball in apple cidar vinegar and placed it on the wart and then wrapped it with duct tape.  He went to bed with it on.  I will check it in the morning to see how it’s looking.

At some point, it’s just simply supposed to fall out.  I dont know.  I dont see any of that; but I have faith.  And poor lil fella (-my son), bless his heart.  He’s screaming and crying and carrying on.  :(  I didnt have the heart to keep going and just dig, dig, dig in there.   So we continue to wait.

~ Mimi ~

Hey everyone!  I have entered 6 of my pictures (-my best friends kids) into a baby/toddler contest and would appreciate your votes DAILY IF YOU CAN!  We are trying to win and I am trying to get accolades for my photography!!!!  Thanks in advance.

The son had a football game this weekend.  He did GREAT!  He got his first touchdown *woo hoo* almost 2 and he also got 3 fumble recoveries.  He’s hotness in a uniform.

He’s still a little confused out there on the field on where he supposed to be and what not; but he’s learning.  He looks soooo cute.  Love him.

~ Mimi ~

I have reached 1000 friends on Facebook.  yay!

Next goal 2000…….

~ Mimi ~

See if you can figure out what these words have in common without looking at the answer.

1. Banana
2. Dresser
3. Grammar
4. Potato
5. Revive
6. Uneven
7. Assess

 
Are you peeking or have you already given up?

 
Give it another try.

Look at each word carefully. (You’ll kick yourself when you discover the answer.)

 
Answer:  No, it is not that they all have at least 2 double letters.  (Thought you had the answer, huh?  But you didn’t go far enough.)

So last night we went out to eat for dinner - Dennys, right?  And we were sitting around chit chatting about various things when my 7-year-old says, “I wouldnt want to be a girl cuz when you’re a girl and you have a baby it comes from your privates.  1.2.3.push….1.2.3.puuuuuush….1.2.3.PUSH!  And then out pops the baby’s head and it’s like you have 2 heads - one here (-he points to the baby’s head coming out of the “privates”) and one here (-he points to his head).  And then you’re STILL pushing and then….congratulations!  You have a new baby boy.”  Then he pauses.  Then he says, “Gross.  Noooo thank you.”

Yeah.  Good convo.

~ Mimi ~

I have had a hell day.

A day from complete HELL.

Hell I tell ya.

It started when I had to go to a conference with my son’s teacher and school counselor this morning at 8:15 a.m.  Yes THIS MORNING people.  And yes it’s only the third - count em 1.2.THREE. third - day of school.

Insane.

He’s not listening.  Having melt downs.  Not taking responsibility for his actions.  Etcetera.  Why oh why.  Oh why oh why?

The meeting went well and I think we got things pretty much taken care of.  Now it’s all up to the son behaving.  We shall see.

Then…..our lovely dog ate her poop (-nasty little freakin’ habit she has there - ugh!), then I guess it didnt sit well on her stomache (-imagine that?!?!) so she was sitting on the couch and I heard her gagging and carrying on.  I looked over and she looked like she was totally about to lose it; so I put her on the floor and thank God I did!  Soon as her feet hit the floor - poop vomit, along with some french fries, came spewing from her mouth. 

The smell.  OH.THE.SMELL.

She christened the floor.  In 2 places.  Soooo nasty.  So I had to clean it up.  And gag all the way.  I almost vomited.  Soooo nasty.

Then…. My basement flooded.  YEP.  FLOODED.  Can you believe that crap?  My laundry room is in the basement.  We have had problems before with the pipe leaking; but this time?  Yeah.  It wasn’t pretty.  And we didnt even know!!  We found out cuz my husband came home and my son ran downstairs to meet him and he started flipping out and screaming, “The water.  The water.” 

And I was like, “What are you talking about?  Calm down.”  And I go downstairs and there is water everywhere.  The carpet is SOAKED.  I mean so soaked that you can see it and splash in it.  The laundry room is flooded and the garage (-which is connected) has water all in it and streaming out into the driveway.  It’s a disaster.

We have some nice burbur (sp?) carpet down and I didnt want it to get ruined.  I wanted to call some one in to excavate the water and put down a blower.  You know nice and easy.  The husband, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of that.  He didnt want to spend the green.  Oh noooooo, he’d much rather do it himself - which is why we are in this predicament in the first place.  He wants to rip it up, you see.  And dry it out.  Yeah.  Loads of work.  A ton of fun.

We go my route - to atleast call and see how much it will cost for a professional to come do it.  Yeah, he wasn’t liking the prices.  Back to ripping pulling up the carpet.  I am completely ticked by this point.  Beyond belief.  Im screaming (-and cursing in my mind).  I am li.vid!

All the while, the husband gets ticked off at my ranting and vanishes.  I lift the carpet up and start ripping away at the wet foam-mat-thingee (-which is what the professional told us to do!); so we can air it out.  It’s gross.  It smells like wet, mildew-y towels.  Just nasty.

Now the husband wants to spend more money to get new carpet that we DON’T NEED!!  And our carpets fine really.  I mean come on people - think rationally, will ya?  A couple of blowers will do the trick just fine.  Ya know?  He’s off his rocker.

As of now, I have convinced him that we don’t need new carpet and to just deal with the carpet we got.  Get it thoroughly deep cleaned and what not.  It’ll be just like new.  Oh, did you want to see the disaster?  Suuuuuure….why not…..

Then…..the dog pooped on the floor and started to eat it.  What a lovely dog she is. 

Then…..she peed on the carpet.  Again.

What a mess!

Im exhausted.  I can sleep for a week.

Good night xoxo,

~ Mimi ~

The peace of God has been placed in our hearts and in our hands. The heart is pure to hold it, and the hands are strong to give it. We cannot lose.

~ Author Unknown