Lame Blogger!

Okay, I have totally been the kind of blogger that drives me crazy. How long has it been since a post? Three weeks or something? Despicable. Things have been insanity around here and I just haven't had the mental energy, really, to get on here and put something exciting. But, believe me, I have some stories to share! Michael has two weeks off school for Christmas. I'm hoping during that time we can get some major home projects done, we can get this pigsty cleaned up, and I can get caught up on the blog.

As a short little something, I will share the exhausting happenings of last week very quickly since I'm trying to turn over a new leaf with my bedtime. I should be walking in to brush my teeth right now (amazingly about an hour and a half earlier than normal!) but I've got to get this on here to motivate me to get the other stuff on next week. Anyway, in short: Evan has been WAY short on sleep. Like finally getting to bed between 9:30 and 11:30 p.m. and still waking up before 8:00 a.m. NOT OKAY! This has made him extremely irritable and he has had a few really great tantrums this week. This is all so new to me. I feel like I'm not broken in. I don't like it. Well, after two tantrums because I wasn't going to let him watch a show the instant he wanted one (I finally locked myself in my room...for mine and Maren's safety - ha!), I told him no shows or movies until Christmas! Now, this was Tuesday, I think. So far we've stuck to it. Yea for me sticking to my guns for once.

So, add to his extreme fatigue that he also woke up Monday morning with hives covering his whole body. He also had a sore on his tongue. Oh, yes. That night Maren had woken up seven times (WHAT?!?!) and I couldn't get her to calm down. The last time she was hitting the side of her face so I figured she must have an ear infection. I gave her Tylenol and didn't hear from her the rest of the night. So, at 8:01 a.m., after probably 3 hours of sleep (kill me quickly!), I called the doctor's office and, of course, had to take them both in right at clogging time. Bummer. Not a thing wrong with Maren. Her ears were beautifully gray. And we couldn't pin down what must've caused Evan's hives and there was nothing really to do about it but keep giving him Benadryl. So now this sleepy boy is also highly agitated because he's itching everywhere. Then there's the tongue sore (I'm just realizing that this is not seeming like the short version! I think because I type so fast I have a tendency to be long-winded in my typed out stories. Sorry!). It hurts him so bad that he hardly eats or drinks for two full days. Not even water. He'd try to drink water and it would hurt. Ugh. Then he got a pretty good nosebleed from all the Benadryl. And then, and then, and then...

If that weren't enough, I got some kind of sore on my tongue, too!! Seriously, what is going on here? Mine is still hanging around, though, and making it difficult to eat, brush my teeth, or talk without pain (or without sounding like a total dork). In fact, there are people I was supposed to call this week but I just didn't because I knew it would be too much workout for my tongue. (Sorry, Lisa!) So, Michael made me show the dentist in our ward today at church. He said it is unusual and if it sticks around for another week I should go see an oral surgeon because they might want to biopsy it. So, here's how weird I am. Actually, I hope it's not weird. I hope people read this and nod their head in understanding and sympathy. If you're in that boat, please let me know. I get home from church and I'm nursing Maren and my mind begins to wander. Here's what happens in my little daydream: I find out I have mouth cancer (is there such a thing?). They have to remove my tongue. I feel so ugly and strange and I can't talk. Michael can't handle having a wife without a tongue because I look so strange so he leaves me. (When I told Danica, she was kind enough to stick up for Michael and say, "as if Michael were that shallow.") Well, I can't talk to the kids without a tongue so we all have to go take sign language classes to communicate. Then I started thinking what if I were to die?!?! My kids are too young to retain any memories of me!! All this over a little sore on my tongue. Is this some strange motherly paranoia or what?

So, to sum it up, all the lack of sleep this week, itchy bodies, owie tongues, grumpy kids, doctor's appointments, etc., etc. has made me very backed up on my work. In fact, Monday night I didn't even START typing until 11:30 p.m. That's terrible! So, when I'm not asleep at the computer, I'm actually typing on it, but not on the blog. I'm trying to get caught up!! Still not there yet. So, this is one big, long run-on whine post here. Sorry about that. The good thing is that that week is over and everything is cleared up beside my tongue issue. Hopefully Evan will get better sleep this week and we won't have so much screaming this week. It's a new week. Time for a new attitude. And time to update this blog with something fun. More to come this week on our fire, Thanksgiving (yes!), and a first for Maren. Sorry to put you to sleep. Off I go to bed now.