Blah, Blah, Blawg

I have been a straight-up terrible blogger lately.  I know it and you know it.  There’s no point trying to hide it, so let’s just get it out there in the open.

The thing is, whenever I abandon my blog for any length of time I imagine that the ten or so people who read this thing probably think I am doing something awesome and fabulous instead of blogging, but it’s actually quite the opposite.  When I quit blogging, it’s actually because nothing is happening.  So let me attempt to fill you in on all the nothing-ness, you know, in an entertaining way.

First, there’s been sickness.  And really, in my house, isn’t there ALWAYS sickness?  Could the four of us EVER be healthy, simultaneously?  The universe has answered with an unequivocal HELL NO.  A few days ago Jenna started teething again, and as I’ve mentioned before, Jenna insists that when she is suffering, the entire world suffer along with her.  There’s been drooling and pain and fevers and ire.  And Jenna is also miserable (ha).

On Saturday night Jenna never went to sleep; she woke up from her nap around 1 pm and stayed awake until the following day at 5 pm.  I don’t know how good you are with numbers, but that is like, I dunno, more than 24 hours.  Awake.  And mostly spent screaming.  She screamed so loudly and inconsolably that I insisted Muffin take her to the ER, where he would most certainly discover she had some horrible illness, but instead he just received the compelling diagnosis of TEETHING.  Thank you, that will be $300.

But this morning when she awoke with a bright red mouth and suspicious patches of white gunk on her tongue, I knew right away she had thrush and took her to the doctor.  The doctor confirmed the thrush diagnosis but seemed unconvinced that a simple case of thrush could make a child so miserable, to which I would say YOU DON’T KNOW MY DAUGHTER VERY WELL.  So she tested her for what they apparently test all baby girls for who are sick and fevery with no obvious symptoms, a urinary tract infection.  All I have to say is that seeing your infant child being catheterized is the worst, and she doesn’t even have a UTI, after all.  Anyway, she has started her anti-thrush meds this evening and I’m hoping that she is on the mend.  Sick babies are no fun at all!

If my own kids weren’t enough, have also been busy with teaching dance and my new gig as the local high school cheerleading coach.  I must admit that I am actually loving coaching.  Who would have thought that my true life calling would involve instructing others in the proper use of pom poms?  They are a great group of kids and have also helped cement my plan to return to college for my master’s degree so that I can be a teacher.

In general I guess things have just  been a little hectic lately with work and kids and what seem like never-ending appointments and commitments here and there… what I would give for a weekend with no plans.  Do you ever sometimes get the feeling that the universe is conspiring against you?  Or is that just me?


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5 Responses to “Blah, Blah, Blawg”

  1. Congrats on returning to school! You are a great role model for your little girl. The sickness is at our house…again. I feel your pain.

  2. I agree with you on the catheter… I wanted to say to the doctor, “Can’t I just hold a cup over his junk and wait???”

    I’m sorry it’s been a sickfest. It’s those filthy teenagers! We bring it home on our clothes. Ick.

  3. You’ll make a fantastic teacher! Ilwaco’s version of Ms. Whitney???

  4. It doesn’t surprise me in the least that cheerleading is your “calling.” At least when you’re coaching, your “students” WANT to be there and it’s fun. Being an english teacher could be a different story altogether =) You could get students like Than and Barney…hee hee…argumentative and too smart for their own good!

  5. I am so sorry you had to see Jenna get a catheter. We did the same with Claire and I swear I will NEVER again subject a child to such a thing. They tried unsuccessfully in the ER, then we went to our pediatrician and they did it in the office. It must have burned for a good day or so because she would just randomly start crying. Not cool.

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