Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas is here...bring good cheer!

The holidays has significantly decreased my blogging. No apologies... 

Every Christmas Eve we always make tons of cookies and decorate them. This year we decided to try our hand at a gingerbread house. The kiddos loved putting the candies on it. Even Ryker was able to participate, of course he was upset at the end when everyone dug into it and started eating it. We ended up having to stop because of that.


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Finished product

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I was being sinful...

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digging in...

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Our yearly tradition of opening only 1 present on Christmas Eve.

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Ryker going to Daddy for help...

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yes the carebears are his. He loves playing with his sisters so I got him his own.

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he loves them.

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Even got a purple one of his sisters to play along.

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Monday, December 01, 2008

Neurotic mommy moment

Gotta love days that begin with Icy goodness.

Just to give an idea of our usual routine, every morning I leave from Springdale to drop off the younger two in Farmington, and then go back into Fayetteville to work. Simple reason why I drive to Farmington is because the preschool is through a good friend whom I know and "trust". Another neurosis I have as well, I suppose. Steven then by default travels from our home in Springdale to Bentonville, where he teaches and Gage goes to school. This morning as I leave the younger kiddos at their respected school, I hear on the radio warning drivers that a van slid off the road past wagon wheel road between Lowell. My first thought was, "hmm, I wonder if Steven got caught up in that traffic?" Only thinking that simply because he had tried to leave earlier to "avoid crazy drivers on days like this". So I try calling him. No answer. Then the neurosis hit. "Wait, did they say VAN!" So I call repreatedly with no answer and leave only 1 or 2 messages for him to call me. I then start calling his school to see if he made it, which he should have by then. His room phone rings and then goes to voicemail. I do this for the next 30 minutes in 10 minute intervals. Never have I tried to call him with his school phone and cannot get a hold of him. Finally, I get to work and by this time by stomach is in severe pain. I look up Gage's school and call them, they put me through to his teacher and it goes to her voicemail. Ugh! So I leave a message, which sounded something like this... "Hey Mrs. Mitchell, this is Gage's mom, I just called to see if he made it this morning, could you give me a call at ...-...." By this time my voice is shaking and I am close to actually crying for the first time in forever which made me feel human again.

So I call the school back and explain that I just need someone to go lay eyes on my son, because I can't get a hold of his father and heard a van had wrecked and just wanted to make sure it wasn't them. Anyways, they checked and he was there. In that moment I suddenly was filled with anger towards my husband, but relief they were ok. So I sent my dear hubby a text explaining my severe pissedness. I finally get a call, hours later stating his phone wasn't getting any of those calls until he turned it off and then turned it back on. Nice phone, I want to toss it now. He only checked his room voicemail at 10:30.

This is never a good way to start a day. The stomach pain doesn't go away when you find out all is well. And what little coffee I drank made me so freaking jittery I appeared high on crack.

Good news is I get a paid day off tomorrow because our census is low. So I am getting some Christmas shopping done.