Mommathon

I am not a procrastinator. I do not put things off. When I get an assignment I do it. I like to check things off a list as quickly as possible. A syllabus is really just a big, semester-long checklist. So, I had an assignment due today that I have known about since January. I had attempted this assignment several times, but threw in the towel each time because I was so lost. Have you ever had an assignment like that...an assignment that is so over your head that you don't even know where to begin? This was one of those. So, since it was due, I was forced to sit down and figure it out. I did a pretty good job of hammering most of it out, but at about 11:30 last night I needed some help. Who do you call for help with a statistics question at 11:30 at night? Hopefully you have a friend who lives on the west coast who has a PhD and does research on a regular basis. Thank you, Christie. You are a lifesaver!

This has happened to me atleast three times in the past few months. Once I was at Kohl's, another time I was at the grocery store and I can't remember where I was the other time. What would you do if you were out shopping and you heard at 50ish year old woman yelling at, berating and belittling her elderly mother? The situation always seems to be about the same...the daughter is "helping" the mom shop for groceries, clothes, etc. and the mother is being indecisive or unhelpful, so the daughter starts yelling at her. I want to go up the daughter and remind her of all of the things her mother did for her throughout her life including carrying her in her womb for nine months and birthing her. That alone should garner some respect, let alone all of the other countless things that I am sure these poor elderly women have done for their families. How do I know? Because I am a mother and I know what mothers do for their kids. Also, I can't imagine talking to my own mother that way. If my mom ever got senile and couldn't decide if she wanted grapes or oranges or wasn't sure if she wanted black pants or brown pants, I would just buy them both or I wouldn't buy any of them-whatever-they aren't going to know the difference anyways! It isn't worth talking to someone like that. Now on to my question, what would you do if you witnessed something like this? My wise older brother advised me to keep walking. Would you?

We had a busy, but fun, Easter Day. We decided to go to 8 o'clock Mass so that the craziness factor of actually finding a parking spot, etc. would be lessened than if we went to the 10 o'clock service. Later on in the day we had lunch with my side of the family and then we had dinner with Sean's side of the family. We had a lot of yummy food and an egg hunt at both stops.
Egg Hunt #1



Egg Hunt #2


It all proved to be too much. They were tuckered out!

There is a lot of work to be done to get ready for Easter. We started off the day at Nanny and Papa's house. There we decorated the bunny cakes for the kids for Easter dinner dessert. They slathered icing all over them and then decorated them with a variety of sprinkles. I think they slightly resembled bunnies once we were done with them.




That evening our family from New York, who came in to town for Easter, came over to help decorate Easter eggs. It was messy, but fun.

My washing machine is going to be broken soon. I was doing laundry yesterday and I picked Liam's pants up out of the basket. They seemed a little heavy, so I checked the pockets. This is what I found: MANY rocks, several shriveled up dandelions, some stick-like things that he had broken up so they would fit in his pocket, and a Goldfish wrapper. Boys, gotta love'em.

I am going to have all of my mail forwarded to our pediatrician's office since we seem to be spending a lot of time there. We were back at the doctor's office on Thursday...Colm has pink eye which means eyedrops. Have you ever given eyedrops to a small child? Holey moley! It's like giving a cat a bath. It requires sitting on him and prying his eye open while someone else holds his head still. It is not pretty. His eyes, yes, eyes, that's plural, as in both of them, are getting better though. So atleast all of the trauma is paying off.

I spent about six hours with Liam at the hospital last Sunday trying to get his breathing under control. He is doing much better now, but for a while he was in trouble. He received two breathing treatments and a dose of steroids. The doctor we saw at the hospital suspected that he was having trouble due to all of the flowers and trees blooming, coupled with how windy it was. We were sent home and told to go to our regular doctor in a week. We went back to the doctor today and we got a new medicine that he has never had before. Hopefully, this will help him. We go back in two weeks to do a breathing test that he has never done before that will give the doctors a good idea of just how healthy his lungs are and how well they function on a daily basis.

Now, for the title of this post, since the hospital doctor suspected the pollen, I have kept Liam inside for the past week...that means no playing outside, no trips to the park, no recess at school and no walking the dog. This is hard to do since it has been SO BEAUTIFUL outside and Colm has to suffer the consequences, too. We did go to the park today though and it felt good to let them run around and climb and just be kids!