My Mom's Here

I had some mysterious stains on a few bibs and dish towels. The first bib where I found these mysterious stains, I put straight bleach on, and then let it sit until I was ready to do a white load, and the bleach proceeded to eat holes in the fabric. Luckily, the lettering stayed in tact to say, "my daddy's a cardiologist." But now I feel bad every time I put the bib on David, because it has holes in it. I can't bring myself to throw it out, unless maybe I replace it one day. If we wear it out of the house now, it might as well say, "my daddy's a cardiologist and my mommy can't wash my laundry." Let's not do that again. So I tried again with some more bibs and dishtowels. I put them in a bucket of water, with some bleach added. (The stains were not that mysterious, they were moldy stains.) Grown from neglect and moisture, buried in either a bag, the bottom of the stroller, the car, or the bottom of a hamper. My first bib goes into the...

10 mg Prednisone 15 mg Mestinon 60 mg every 3 hours states the Mestinon bottle instructions. 2 days of a Nanny this week 2 sleeping children 1 husband going through 20 journals of medicine. 5 pre-schools visited 1 pre-school chosen 3 year old, "Mommy, just drop me off." 2 days a week and they don't teach numbers. 24lb 8oz baby boy 29 inches long baby boy 9 months old and healthy 31 years for me 30 for the hubby (well, almost 31) 90 years for Grandpa Cubby 8am appointment with the surgeon on Friday How many gifts do I want to give him? Like a million.

Again, another scenario well assessed by Mike. My adrenaline must have been overshadowing practicality. It was actually very remarkable how well I did last week, considering everything I did. I found a few limits. I didn't realize how much of a system shock it would be to start taking less prednisone. I am very gradually weaning off, but with the miraculous onslaught of "the weaning," I thought it was a green card to be super mom. So I threw in a trip to the park every day, plus a walk around the block, I didn't have a babysitter more than one day, and that was the day I ran 7 errands. I gave up half of my naps this past week, got Naomi and I to the dentist, made it to the home-school a cappella class that my friend so graciously took over the teaching of, and then made it to the weekend packed with a baby shower, garage organization, church, and capped it off with having friends over last night to play games. Okay, this was a lot. Now I see it. I guess I to...