So---my husband brought home this STUPID Mylar balloon that was given to him for "Boss's Day" on Thursday. He gave it to Tubbs that night to bribe him for something. So, this balloon has been floating around my house for the past 4 days.
It started getting on my nerves when Tubbs left it in my car on Friday morning and I had to drive around with it all day while it blocked my rear window. It started to get on my nerves a little more when it ended up getting knocked around by the ceiling fans in the middle of the night. It REALLY started getting on my nerves when the boys started fighting over it and taking it and hitting each other with it.
Well, tonight at bedtime I lost it!
Bubba was holding on to the bottom of the balloon and trying to hit me in the head with it. I quickly swiped for it...and when I grabbed it, Bubba was left with only the string in his hand. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a steak knife, popped it and put it in the trash!
Sawyer walked into the kitchen and after giving me the saddest look, immediately had a meltdown. I felt about the size of one of the (million) flies buzzing around my house. I picked Tubbs up and took him to his room to put him in his bed. To try and get him to stop crying I told him to pray for his balloon. When papa said prayers with Tubbs he forgot to mention the balloon and Tubbs was not happy. Bubba was so happy with me earlier in the evening and now he was scowling at me from his bed. He said, "Great! Now I have to take Tubbies to the store after school tomorrow and get him another balloon!"
What was I supposed to say to that?? I felt happy because he wants to take care of his brother...but then I felt like a big loser. I feel terrible...but I couldn't let the boys know. I tried to stay in "mean mommy" mode to let them know I meant business. After we put the boys in bed, Luke and I were putting clean sheets on our bed and he was half smiling and shaking his head at me.
UGH!!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
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That Stop Wasn't On My Itinerary....
So the Hogue's made it to Florida for our first official family vacation. It was Sawyer's first plane ride....and Simon's first plane ride that he can remember. We were excited....the boys were stoked. We had everything we needed! But it seems that Sawyer packed something with him that wasn't on our checklist: a big case of pneumonia. Yes, the little fella made it almost one whole day in Florida before he started heading downhill fast. Our 2nd day in Orlando we were in the Urgent Care south of Cocoa Beach. (By the way, to see a doctor more quickly, it helps if you vomit all over the waiting room in front of the receptionist. Little tip for ya) After chest x-rays they advised us to head to the ER in Melbourne, where they eventually admitted him to the hospital. So, we had 3 night deluxe accommadations at the Holmes Regional Medical Center. The little whipper snapper was a trooper though! The nurses loved him, thankfully, and made us all feel right at home. We were going to send postcards out with pictures of the hospital since we spent 40% of our trip there...but they didn't have any. Imagine that!Hmmm.....maybe its something they should consider.
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