Horrible Sounds of the Past 48 Hours

The last 48 hours have been quite stressful over this holiday break. Here is a list, because I like lists, but here is a list of the horrible sounds of vacation:

  1. We have to leave Christmas dinner because Nicholas is sick. Result: no dessert for us.
  2. Nicholas’ temperature is 105.7 and he needs to go to the hospital. Result: Nicholas slept in a hospital wagon while Joe waited till 4am to find out that Nicholas had ‘flu like symptoms but not the flu…’
  3. Giving your son a bath to get his temperature down but then you react with cat-like reflexes because he starts the puking fest. Result: I had to actually clean the bathtub.
  4. Your son sprinting to the bathroom only to barf up all the medicine he took moments ago. Result: you are proud of his sprinting time and more proud that he made it to the toilet.
  5. The horrible sounds of your son asking if you can help him put together his LEGOS. Result: I got to step four in an hour and then had to give up because I was going to burn it. I handed it over to Joe who had to take it apart twice because apparently I can’t follow directions.
  6. When your little girl wants you to play Barbies but she is one Barbie and you are sixty-three other Barbies and fifteen ponies. Result: I don’t have enough high pitched voices to perform on this type of stage and you can only ‘neigh,’ so many times.
  7. When you are playing Barbies and using your imagination to go with the story but instead your daughter says, ‘no… pretend you said this…’ Result: someone just stifled my creativity.
  8. When you wake up in the morning and the first thing you hear is the sound of your son dumping out the box of LEGOS. Result: tears.
  9. The whiny, bitch sounds of Calliou in the morning. Result: resisting the urge to burn the tv.
  10. Shortly after waking up, you are asked to be Barbie’s horse… again. Result: well, there is none… I have to go play Barbies now.

Until next time,



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I am a mother of three small children with a wonderful husband. Having children is not as simple as black and white. Having kids is black, white and crazy. I hope you enjoy my blog of my crazy escapades.

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