and I don't mean it like in the Jackson 5 song (I think that was the Jackson 5...whatever.)
I can't even go into all the details because I'm too sleepy, but let's just say that stuff for tomorrow's announcement came right down to the wire and I have been stressed out all day. It's all good now though...I mean I think everything is in place for the most part, but just as I was starting to let myself relax Waylen yells to me that Walker needs me. That's never good since he's been asleep for two hours. Well, I can see the issue as soon as he starts coming down the stairs...remnants of the dinner the babysitter fed them all over his shirt...then he informs me that Phoenix threw up on him. <gag> Just thinking about it is making me ill. I hurried and got the shirt off of him before he becomes the next pukee and send him off to bed in my room. Now I could go into all kinds of detail, but I will spare you because it's just not considerate to share graphic details of your various throwing up escapades. I am a true throwupaphobic. ..
Did I tell you the story of when my daughter threw up in the school office? Well I had just gotten there to pick her up because she wasn't feeling well, and as we were leaving the office, I had her sit down for a minute, then she got "the" look in her eyes, and she starts crying that she needs a trash can (she is the most polite puker you will ever know...I can't remember the last time she has thrown up somewhere other than a recepticle of some sort ie toilet, trash can...I mean since she was a toddler. She ALWAYS makes it to the bathroom, God love her.) Well, I tried to get her to follow me back to the nurse's room but basically all I was really doing was running as far away from her as I possibly could under the guise of "getting her to some type of medical facility to do the actual puking"...the thing is just as I was about to enter the nurses office (to call it an office is a misnomer, really...it's like a 6 x 6 room just behind the main desk), I involuntarilty darted to the left and entered the kitchen/teacher's lounge and hid and plugged my ears while one of the school's administrative assitants produced a trash can and lovingly comforted her while she tossed her cookies. Now if that doesn't scream "Worst Mother of the Year" I don't know what does.
So needless to say dealing well with puking people, even my own children, isn't a gift that was bestowed upon me.
So anyway, that was the ending of my night. And I am still a little shaken up by it. See it's weird, it makes me feel depressed almost when things like that happen. Remember when Becca had a diabetic seizure at CKU Minneapolis? I had to abandon her completely because I was two shakes of a lambs tail from fainting. At least as I was running away I yelled to another one of our friends to go help her...anyway that was so upsetting to me that I was actually depressed until she came back from the hospital and seemed like herself.
So are there any psychologists out there who can diagnose this problem for me? And is there a treatment for it?
Ooops...I am trying to write shorter posts...this one is way too long..."people like snippets" is what my mom says...she is very wise, too.
OK, tomorrow's the big announcement. Now it won't be up at the crack of dawn, I don't think...but as soon as I get up I'll post everything you need in order to find out who made the team...oh one more thing! NO ONE knows who made it...not even the people we selected...a lot of people have been asking that. It's going to be a surprise for everyone (except me and Kelli since we're the ones who made the selections). :)
Good night...wish me a puke-free rest of the evening...JJ
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