Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
And then there was The Hot Toddy.
When our babysitter extraordinaire, Miss Kelsey, arrived yesterday she took a look at me, listened to my hack, and got to work. She grabbed a mug out of the cabinet, and started concocting a honey, water, & lemon elixir. She shoved it in my face and said, "Drink this." And I did. Because Miss Kelsey is the boss, applesauce. And it helped.
Then I went to Annie's basketball game last night. She was singing the National Anthem before the game, so staying at home in bed where I belonged was definitely not where I belonged. My Texan mother-in-law was there. She always has vitamin solutions for our ailments. But she's recovering from back surgery and in a medicated state and left the vitamins she had situated for me at her house. So she told us about The Hot Toddy.
When we got home, I talked Brandon into trying to make me one. He Googled it. And came to me with the Miss Kelsey version, with the added kick of whiskey. It was fine. It was hot. It was somewhat soothing. And he and I both did a small shot of whiskey just for kicks. Not fine. But, somehow, relieving.
After another night of coughing craziness, I knew I had to kick it up a notch tonight. I told Brandon that, because of all my overexert coughing, I thought my ovaries had detached themselves from their cozy home and were now floating around at random in my abdomen. Then he asked me if I cough so hard that I pass gas. Then I said that I didn't, but I had to make a conscious effort with each cough not to wet my pants.
I think the whiskey is kicking in.
So I made the Sara version of a Hot Toddy. If nothing else, it will cause you to be entertained with yourself for a half an hour. And then it will help you drift off to sleep, caring-less if you're coughing or not. Put about 2 inches of whiskey in a glass. Nuke it for 30 seconds. Stir in a big spoonful of honey. Splash in a smidge of lemon juice. Record yourself. Drink it down. Sara's Hot Toddy.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
(I know this makes my Momma happy.)
The weather here today is absolutely gorgeous. At least for the moment. I think it will be cooler and wetter as the day progresses, but at this moment....it's as beautiful as they come. I love having the windows open, and airing out the stink of these seven children. And I just generally love the feel of wind blowing through the house and the smell of autumn air.
This past weekend was equally gorgeous, and I was lucky to be spending it at one of the most gorgeous places around. My parents have a camp, which is lovingly called The River Camp by my people. It's like a little piece of heaven for my family. I know my cousin Marla is giving me an Amen. I think she'd live there if she could. Hell, I would, too. They have a karaoke machine. What's not to love?
|This is the back porch. I spent hours on this back porch on Sunday. A house with an awesome back porch is by far my favorite kind of house.|
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Yesterday morning was check-up day at the pediatrician's office for Annie and Frankie. They both had immunizations to get, and poor Annie is still sore today. (Insert eye roll here.) She's so much like me. Bless her heart. And after we got home and relieved Miss Lexi, (the newest addition to our babysitting staff,) we had some R&R. The kids sat in front of the TV or had their noses in their favorite books for the remainder of the day. Laziness at it's best.
Yesterday's Facebook post:
|Joe & Annie: chatting in the kitchen....|
|Adam & Jack: eating honeysuckle by the garden....|
|Me: not washing dishes....|
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
And I even got a kiss on my forehead.
A few minutes later, I heard Adam sneak in to use my bathroom. I called him over to where I was all tucked & snuggled in....and I asked him to sing me a song. "Are you serious?" asked his sweet, dimpled face. "Yes," I said. "But I get kind of embarrassed to sing," he told me. "Then I'll close my eyes," I said. So I closed me eyes, and his sweet, soft voice sang.
Friday, April 4, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
You got this.
I'm excited that my two, new purchases just came in the mail!
But Mom! It's so much faster if we look up the words on the computer!
You are right! But use the dictionary, anyway. When you're an adult and not stupid you'll thank me.
Goals for the day:
3. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
We'll that's really all I got.
Wish us luck!
Ugh. I loathe being up so late. Because I know the morning will be here in a flash...
and I will want to CRY!...
because I don't want to get out of bed.
But the messes came quicker than I could even think about cleaning them today, and I had to take advantage of the quiet hours after the kids were in bed. Yawn. And now I've passed the exhausted point, and I'm into the restless phase. I just finished my last round of bed checks before I found my own. Annie and Joe share a room downstairs. They were both tucked tight in their covers to ward off the basement chill. Joe usually sleeps in his undies only, and ventures out of bed with a blanket wrapped around him every morning. Miss pre-teen Annie has started sleeping in tank tops and sweats...her days of nightgowns over, at least for now. Adam and Frankie are bunked up together in the room I slept in until I was in high school. I remember listening to Michael Jackson in that room...and Def Leppard...and Salt N Pepa. As I was painting that room before we moved in, I painted over 'I Love Joe' that I had written on the closet wall sometime in the early 90's. I guess I could have left it, because I have a new Joe whom I love. Adam is sleeping peacefully on the top bunk, as peaceful as any of the kids sleep. He's the first asleep every night, and gives us the least amount of trouble at bedtime. And Frank is on the bottom bunk. He required a little rearranging because his head was half off the bed. Frankie sleeps with a smile. And it's the sweetest smile. Jack shares the room across the hall with Kyle and Henry. Poor Jack. He's the least opinionated of the older kids, and he's stuck in the room with the undesirables. Kyle is the one out of bed over and over and over, making it impossible for his roommates to get to sleep on time. And Henry tends to stink up he whole room, just before bedtime, to make going to sleep as unpleasant as possible for poor Jack. But nobody is a better sport than him. He gets it from his dad. Flexible and easy-going. That Jack will make a good husband some day. Kyle usually manages to get Lucy in his room at some point, and she always ends up trapped. We make sure to crack the door before we go to bed, so she has the option to escape. As I went to rescue her a few minutes ago, I found the reality of the situation to be much different than I thought.
Poor Kyle barely even gets any pillow. I think KYLE needs rescued from LUCY!
And now I need to be rescued from my wakefulness. Off to bed for me!