Crying Uncle

They put me on heavy antibiotics last week that I took for a few days and then stopped taking them because, well, they were too heavy duty for that yogurt thing to work and I wasn't having it. However now I have an earache and I'm wondering if I finished the antibiotics if it would clear that up too, so I have a stop by a drugstore for other medicine so that I can comfortably take the rest of those antibiotics. While I was there I also got infant Advil and more gripe water, and I'm hoping maybe that combination will get us through somewhat of a decent night's sleep tonight. He choked on the gripe water and threw up some of it so I'm not sure how much he ingested; he might get some more before bed but right now HE'S SLEEPING. I strapped him to me in my Mai tai carrier while I walked around the house doing nothing and he passed out so I've transferred him to his swing for a nap.

Let me tell you how much of a debbie downer I feel like lately. I don't really want to be around people because I feel like all I can do is complain these days. I don't smile, I don't laugh. All these things that happen aren't really happening to ME (well, okay, the strep and subsequent ear issue, but that on its own is no real big deal) but the stress of it all hits me like a Mack truck and I don't want to deal with anything. The thing is, I think I'd be better if I would be around other people instead of just hanging out at home fighting with the kids and watching the rain.

Henry's issues aside, both the kids have been so sweet and cute these days. Spencer is addicted to the shower - every day we come home from daycare and he wants a shower. Well, really he wants a bath but I won't let him stay in by himself so he gets a shower so I can continue to do stuff and he just plays for a half hour. I know it's a waste of water but he loves it, gets him clean, and I don't have to deal with the tv or him under my feet or complaining about this and that. We've been having a lot of power struggles, but what three year old doesn't. Today at Target he pouted and said, "I can't wait until I can be the Mommy." ha! He can be the mommy all he wants! Henry is crawling around slowly on hands and knees already and can't wait to follow his big brother around.

My mom is having a second surgery a week from Friday. They found cancer in all the lymph nodes that they took out, so they are going back in and are taking all the lymph nodes on that side. I thought she was starting to get herself together and starting to feel better about the whole thing, and now she's down again. Somehow I don't think she's going to bounce back quite as quickly from this surgery as she did the last one (she had been planning on going back to work today) but I hope she regains her spirits.

And Friday my friends' baby passed away. He was eight months old, and was a beautiful, sweet spirit. His memorial is tomorrow and I'm taking off early to go to it. I can't stay long because Spencer's birthday is also tomorrow but I feel it's important to me and to the family that I go. There's nothing I can say, Jonah was a beautiful, amazing little boy.

And that's it. Next post I'll be more upbeat, I promise.

PS- did I just tell you about my yogurt dilemmas? What in creation is wrong with me?