Today. Not the best day.

Would you like to hear about my day? Hmmmmm?!

This morning at 7:30, we were tearing out of the house, trying to be on time. The kids were ready and bundled up at the door. Hubby was ready. I was packing my breakfast, collecting my laptop, putting in earrings, and telling everyone else to hurry. Hubby filled the cat water, and as he walked out of the kitchen, I heard water. Once you are a homeowner, you realize that running water is NOT a peaceful sound. Instead it is the sound of terror. Of money literally dripping down the drain. Today, the water was pouring out of the cabinet under the kitchen sink. I opened the doors, and water gushed out.
I don't know about you, but I've been meaning to clean out the disaster under the sink. It was on my list of things to do over Spring Break. Well, the schedule got shifted up a bit, and this morning I cleaned out the cupboard. More accurately, I flung myself into the fountain, tossing beer bottles, dish soap, cat food, rubber gloves and oven cleaner all over the kitchen. Turns out the plastic pipe thingy that attaches to the valve thingy under the sink had popped out. I figured this out once I had the upper half of my body crammed under the sink, water shooting up my nose and ricocheting off the sides into my head.
Meanwhile, I had bellowed at Hubby to GO! GET!! A! MOP!!! and he was downstairs, pulling things out from under the waterfall. Water was running down through the ceiling light into the family room. (In my defense, I did not know what he was doing in the basement. I sent him for a mop. He appeared to get lost. It was "concern" he heard in my voice when I shrieked down the stairs at him.)
We left the house a bit late this morning. Once I had the water turned off, and we had towels and blankets soaking up the flood, I had to give my hair a quick dry, change clothes, and return to the mundane task of packing my breakfast. Rather subdued, we then all piled in the car, and headed off, a bit damp but very, very awake.

I'm playing with colour ( you might have noticed) and I'm looking for feedback. HONEST feedback. You can't really hurt my feelings, Hubby already said "yuck". As well, if you should be on my Blog list, let me know!!! I'm looking for fresh reading material!

blogrolling has stopped rolling.

I have tried waiting. I've given out many, many second chances. But I'm forced to believe that Blogrolling will never be the same. I cannot update! I can't add some of the cool new blogs I've found! I can't delete! Not you. Of course not you! But I have some blogs on the list that haven't been updated in months, and they need to go.
What are you using for your "list"? Any ideas? Where do I go from here?

Edit: I did it! Thanks for all your help....I got a new list going. If you should be on it, let me know!

Guilty as charged

I got this idea from Jana, the Meanest Mom. It might be the easiest list in the world EVER. Leave a comment if you are brave enough to post your own!

1. I eat my kids Halloween/Easter/Christmas candy when they aren't looking. They never notice.

2. Because I am lazy, I never bundle the kids up and send them out to play in the winter. Instead, I tell them it's "just too cold out today!"

3. After admiring "artwork" for a day or so, I bury it in the garbage can when the artist isn't looking.

4. When my daughter asks me to sing her a lullaby, sometimes I fake a sore throat.

5. I'm not really constipated. I just want to be alone, reading in the bathroom for as long as I can get away with it.

6. I tossed out all the Terror's Valentine cards. First, of course, I peeled the candy off of them. And I ate the candy myself.

7. Sometimes I lie in bed and try to remember why it seemed so crucial to have kids.

8. I would love to be a stay-at-home mom.....if both kids were in school.

9. I hide my son's favourite clothes when he gets obsessed with wearing them out-of-season.

10. I never, ever, ever eat breakfast with my kids. They just annoy me too much at that hour of the day.

It's been 6 years since I had privacy.

So, I just watched the NBC Dateline special on Nadya Suleman, the mom of newborn octuplets. I have tons of thoughts and opinions, but apparently, so does everyone in the free world, so I won't bore you with them here. At this point, I guess it's a bit late to discuss whether or not it's a good idea to have so many children. Too late for lambasting the doctor. It doesn't matter what her motivation was, or what her past life has been like, or really, any of the so called "news" around this story. I don't know her, so I don't get to judge her. In fact, there's really only one burning question in my mind:

With 14 children, when is that mother ever going to get a chance to be alone in the bathroom again?

Why can't she be normal?

Last night at supper Girl Terror told me her new career plans. She no longer wants to be an archeologist, with an interest in paleantology. Nope. Now, she's going to be an evolution biologist, so she can study DNA.
I blame her father.

Not a healthy home

I really don't have news to report. I'm still home, itching and trying to not scratch. The only change is that today Boy Terror is home with me. He woke up at 4 with a sore tummy, and by 6 he was puking. Poor little dude. He usually is full of life and chatter, but not today. We are on our respective couches, watching Tree House. I think he's worried about me....I have never let him watch this much TV in his life! All his stuffies are tucked in around him, his favourite blanket is over his toes, and the bathroom is just a 3 second sprint away.

I'm a medical freak. Really.

So, remember when I said I had some TIA's? For normal people, that would be enough medical disaster for awhile. I am not normal. Particularly in the medical/health arena. Therefore, it should not be a shock to anyone who knows me that in the last 2 days, things have gone horribly, itchily wrong. Oh, the itchy.
On Saturday night when I went to bed, my scalp was a bit itchy. Annoying, but not enough to keep me awake. Sunday morning, I woke up to what felt like billions of teeny tiny bugs crawling all over me with their teeny tiny pokey legs. The bright bathroom lights reflected a horror show in the mirror. My inner thighs, armpits, ribcage, and chest were covered with welts. Itchy, puffy, red spots. Did I mention the itchy?!! As the morning went by, I felt worse and worse. Clothes kept touching me. The hives grew and melded together into red masses of twitchy skin. I went down to out-patients to get some help, any help. Like maybe they could peel my skin off and get the bugs out.
The doctor decided that I was probably allergic to the blood thinners I started after the TIA's. Time to stop those VERY EXPENSIVE drugs which we bought a three month supply of. He said to go home, take some Benedryll, and it should help.
The Benedryl knocked me out for a few blissful hours, but when I woke up I was NOT better. In fact, things looked worse. Back down to out-patients, this time with the whole family in tow, since people stoned on Benedryl shouldn't drive. Hmmmmm. The doctor said we were dealing with a rather strong allergic reaction, and gave me a 5 day course of steroids. Back home again. This time, I was high as a kite on steroids. Yup, I got high on perscription steroids. Once I took my clothes off (blessed relief) and settled on the couch, things got better.....except I was wide awake. And high. And still a bit itchy.
This morning, I am back down to earth, drugged on Benedryl, and wondering if I can cut my hands and feet off. Things are better, but still making me nuts. My wrists and palms are crazy itchy. The soles of my feet are covered in hives. I look like I rolled around in poison ivy, with an extra dose scraped over my thighs and armpits. I have hives on my ears. I have a hive on my eyelid. Between my fingers, the corner of my mouth, and up and down my body. I really, really want a skin transplant. I get another steroid dose this evening, so at least I can look forward to that. Last night's dose made Micheal from the Office look 3D in my living room!
Today is the first day of school in the new semester. Naturally, I do not have sub plans ready. My plans for the day included getting to know my new classes. My poor substitute. I think he's going to show "Juno", since that's easy and it even fits my curriculum. Meanwhile, I am doing everything I can to not rip my red, puffy, swollen skin off. ARGHHHHHH.
Like Hubby said, it's a wonder I'm not allergic to the steroids. Or perhaps my body is waiting until I'm not paying attention, and then it will sprout some new horror.
Did I mention the everlasting, never ending, insanity inducing itching????