Going on a road trip with Hubby this weekend. Anyone near New Hampshire??!!??!! We are first flying into Chicago with a 2 hour layover and then on to Manchester. Running away with Hubby. HIs work is taking him there. Oh how I wish I could be in the lovely pizza place with Mamacita in Indiana, or running around with a bazillion kids with Sugar Mommy but alas hubby did not get his gig either place. It’s in New Hampshire. So…anyone close and want to do something on Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday?

I had a hot debate with my friend via IM over Pizza. Now who in their right mind would be willing to split hairs over the delicious thin crust yumminess but I will. Actually I will when it comes to delivery.
Here was the debate. With the rising price of gas…..how much is appropriate to tip a pizza delivery person? AND Should restaurants just go for a higher price and automatically tip is included so that you can just pay and leave?
Debate among yourselves…tomorrow I will give my response.

So what do you get when you work 50 plus hours, run kids hither and tither, stay up late cleaning house and neglect eating exactly healthy? You get a body that resigns itself to keeping you on your back for a while. That’s exactly what one gets. That’s exactly what I got.
So I am on my back for at least a few days for now. I found it quite interesting that they make pill bottles child proof but it’s also sick proof. I mean who in their right mind can open the ding dong bottles. Not me. I kept thinking to myself….”The pill of life and healing could be in the crazy bottle and I can not manage to open it.” So 104 degrees later and a bit of delirium I finally had to ask my child to open it. Not a problem for her at all. She got it in the first try. So then the question had to be asked….are childproof bottles really child proof or sick proof? Just askin’.
I got the influenza shot a little over a month ago. I fought it and fought it due to the fact that the last time I got one I got the flu. I have a new doctor and he practically insisted I have one. So guess what? I have influenza. I don’t give a rip about it possibly not covering this strain. All I know is that I am flat on my back wishing that my body might quit aching. I also have strept for the first time in like 30 years. I normally don’t get strept. I give it. With my system down may be my body has joined the ranks to lead me to hault. I am doing so.
Now I think I will quit typing. The mere tickle on the keyboard of my fingertips makes me feel like I am bashing them with a hammer.

So where have you been? What? No I haven’t been gone. Not at all. I haven’t been working like a dog the past few weeks? Nothing like trying to run a business without your partner. What a nutty thing. I told her that she could never ever go on vacation again. With that agreement made I feel as if I might have a moment to catch my breath.
We went to Hula Girl’s performance downtown at the Performing Arts Theater downtown. It was such a great show. The kids did a super fantastic job. The ticket price nearly took my breath away (46 per person) but it was worth seeing her do a super job.
HG has seemed to turn a corner. She seems more hormonal…yes but helpful. Kind of mother like. Weird. Good but weird I guess.
Hula Boy has struggled off and on with his eyes. He had surgery when he was 1 for clogged tear ducts. Now his beautiful blue eyes are starting to have issues again. When they went to fix his eyes at 1 they perferated the tear duct on both sides. The stint entered his duct but went out the other side. It was a mess. Nothing like sitting in the waiting room and all of a sudden everyone rushes to what you perceive as you son’s surgery room. Then they didn’t come out for 2 hours. 20 minutes was suppose to be the proceedure but 2 hours later (when I was a pacing, raging mother in the waiting room) they finally updated me. I am ashamed to say that I let them have it.
I have been working at developing our Edcor business and we have been busier than busy. One of the major hospitals has us coming and teaching 2 times a week lately. It’s nutty.
I hope all is well out there in blog land. Sorry I haven’t been around. Teaching has kind of taken over and keeps me busy. I love it though. So hugs to everyone. Hope to see you around the block.

I think the most difficult thing for me is to see my children grow up. I don’t know if difficult is really the best way to describe it. It is exciting to see them grow from phase to phase. Some phases I really could do without, then others are just exciting to see.
Last night after I tucked in the children I went downstairs to try to get to bed early. As I walked out I noticed myself listening for the old routine that has been done by us for years. There is normally a moment right as the lights go out that HG (even though she’s 10) still hunts in her bed for her bear. The bear that she has was HH’s that was given to him by his great grandmother. It has always been a bit of a security or habit per say.
Last night as we did the bedtime shuffle which is normally reading for a while, talking for a few minutes and then saying prayers and walking out. Then she normally does the bedtime war to find her bear. I have noticed that she hasn’t asked for it or looked for it for 2 months now. She noticed it last night.
“Mommy, I don’t want you to think that I am being weird but I don’t need Bear to sleep with anymore.” “I realize that honey.” was my response. “I like him sleeping with me, but I don’t have to have him. Honestly, I haven’t had to have him for a long time. I just like it.” “Yep.” was all I could say.
Every day is a new development towards her independence. It is in the small things first. So far the big stretch and butting heads hasn’t happened too much. Just the small things that cause me to wonder the same things most parents out there probably think about. When will she decide to stretch further. Hopefully I am ready for that. I don’t want to be one of those hover mothers that can’t let their children go, yet I am torn between that and wanting to keep her safe under my wing.
As bear sits on the window sill beside her bed I notice that there is more than one part of her moving on past childhood. Her innocence is still perfectly there. It’s her attitude and maturity. I hope I can handle it gracefully and with a little understanding.