Taxes and Death

Isn't there an old saying that the only sure things in life are taxes and death? I'm going to put in a bulleted list (just for you Mother Goose) of a few things that are SURE around our house . . .

• One of my children is going to be injured around my new friend Cindy (whose prides herself in the fact that her child has only bled 3 times in as many years). I feel certain this takes away ANY chance I had of becoming MotY.
• Jon Thomas is going to form tackle Charlie approximately 63,245 times a day. There reaches a point where I stop considering this a bad thing and look at it as "practice for later careers for which my children will be highly paid and will take care of me" - or at least hire someone else to do it.
• I will put in a load of laundry (because my resolution was to keep up with it this year and not let it pile up) only to realize that there is one sock laying on the floor. I'll later put the clean sock up until the other one gets washed in the next days laundry only to realize I have no clue where I have put the sock for "safe keeping". Oh and by the way, if you (in a fit of organizational glory) decide to color code your kids socks with a Sharpie marker so pairing them will be easier, don't use a red Sharpie. After washing, the mark will look like an old blood stain, and your child will appear to have oozing foot wounds!
• Jon Thomas and Charlie will decide to play the squealing game at the height of the worst headache in my life. However, I'm reluctant to do away with the squealing game because its the only thing they actually do well together!
• No one poops alone here - even with the well meaning parents and door locks!
• I will consider - probably not often enough - how blessed I am to have such a wonderful little family to raise!

'Lympics

Take a look at the position I will be in all the hours I possibly can during the next two weeks. I LOVE THE OLYMPICS (or 'lympics - as certain 3 year olds call them around here)! Job searching, cooking, laundry are all grinding to a halt around here while I am caught up in the saga of the games. And you know the sadder, more pathetic the story - the more I'm hooked. For example, if there is an Iraqi woman competing - I'm all in tears rooting for her and rejoicing in her last place finish. Or some African ski king whose never really seen snow - ALL ABOUT IT! Did I mention that I love the olympics?

CHRONIC OTITIS MEDIA

The official diagnosis for my sweet Charlie boy. A chronic ear infection - which in reality means chronic pulling on the ear and crying at odd times. The infection has been there so long (and survived 5 courses of antibiotics) that it is now in the bones behind his ear. That scares the poop outta me but seems not to be too concerning to the ENT who is putting in our tubes. Hopefully putting in the tubes THIS week - if I can be convincing and cry hard enough for the scheduler to take pity on me.

In other news, still no job. or at least a job I like where people might semi-appreciate what I do.

In some more news, I have a funny tid bit for you - all real and true straight from the life of me . . .

Here's the scene - We've been invited over for dinner with our new friends (both electrical engineers). Well, one's an electrical engineer and one is a mommy (with a 2 1/2 yr old, a 11 month old and pregnant - oh my LORD) who in another life was an engineer too. So, they are building this fabulous house and I'm looking at the plans . . .

Carrie: I love this layout - you are going to have so much room blah blah blah (complementing them on their choice of tile, etc.)

Mommy Engineer: Thanks, we'll be excited to finish the house.

Carrie: What are these flower things drawn all over the plans?

Mommy Engineer: Those are ceiling fans.

Carrie: Oh, yeah, smart.

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