Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

It'll Be the Death of Me

These kids are trying to kill me. They use equal doses of hilarity and close calls.
I am fully aware that I might be melodramatic when it comes to danger and my kids. All I know is that I don't handle it well, and I'm to the point now that the next "close call" will either leave me passed out, or completely apathetic.

Case in point: Saturday Kacy "almost" got ran over by a reversing truck in the parking lot at In-N-Out (because she was skipping ahead in the parking lot, not paying attention, and not with her MOTHER...) Thankfully the truck stopped in time. It hurt my heart, and I had to force myself not to think of the "what if's." By the way, all of the what if's included some form of medication for me to calm my nerves.

Today, while sitting in the car at the laundromat after our "best Valentine's Day party ever" (Ed), Jessie "almost" choked on a jaw breaker. I had no idea she had one, and while I'm in the front seat reading, I hear this weird noise which then turns into a weirder noise. I turn around to see Jessie struggling, mouth open, eyes watering, white thing lodged in her throat. I whipped around and pushed her head down and her gag reflex kicked in and it flew out. Again with the hurt heart on my part, and this time without a friend to calm me down. (Marcie, where were you? Oh ya, cleaning up the Valentine's party mess we left at your house.)

I seriously don't think I could handle a real emergency with my kids. I'm pretty sure I'd just not make it. 

On the bright side, I might also just die from laughter. A few things I've remembered this week:

*Ed told me I was the best doctor (and he said thank-you) after I patched up a skinned knuckle of his. It made my day.

*I posted this on my facebook, but today Kacy say that I had checked out the book "The Minds of Boys: Saving Our Sons from Falling Behind in School and Life." She picked it up and just starts giggling hysterically. "Oh my gosh, Mom. This is so funny. "The Minds of Boys." Did you get this because of Ed? Hey, Ed! Will! Mom got a book so she can figure out your brain! That's so funny!"  I then kicked her out of my "room" and she was still laughing to herself as she left. I forget that she can read.

*Jessie has started using sassiness with the kids, and once in a while, me. She will follow some sayings with "you know," in a very teenager-y, sassy tone. For example, when Ed asked where we were going (for the third time), Jessie replied, "We are going over to the gas station, you know." I'm waiting to see if she rolls her eyes next. 

I don't know where she gets this from.

*Today Will's teacher caught me after school to give me a reward paper for Will, and she told me he tried to change his name to Matt today. She couldn't find his phonics paper, and after a few minutes of looking and questioning Will, she found that he written "Matt" on his paper. Last year he asked me if he could change his name to Matthew, like another boy in his class. He already kind of gets to pick between two names at school, his legal first name, and the abbreviated middle name he goes by. How many names does one person need?

*Tonight I had a school board meeting, and while at the sitter's house, Ed asked Emily if he could play fetch. He brought her a cat toy and proceeded to play fetch, where Emily would throw it and he brought it back.

That's my boy.


  1. Gotta love those heart attacks our children give us. I hate those close calls. They take away my breath and make my heart stop beating. My husband says that I'm melodramatic too, because after I catch a falling child or remove them from harms way I say things like, "Oh my gosh! I just saved your life!"

  2. I think in a "real" emergency you would do fine, it's the aftermath that is scary. What constitutes a real emergency anyway? ('cause it seems to me you've had a few :))
    Your kids crack me up!