Last weekend I got to stay in bed for 2 days. Not the fun kind of staying in bed either. I had a "tummy ache". I will spare you the gory details. It was not pretty. So I let my husband sleep through my first night of travail and in the morning he found he had his first patient of the day next to him in bed.
Now, I am not going to lie. Living with a doctor does have its benefits. And my doctor does have a great bedside manner. Within minutes I had all the necessary "anti-tummy-ache" drugs at my fingertips to combat my sick germs. And then, because I also sleep with this man I had the added benefit of him taking care of my kids all weekend and letting me sleep. Ahhhh......
So you see, I know how to take advantage of having a doctor that makes house calls. My kids on the other hand do not. There was something wired into my kid's brain's at birth that tells them mom can fix everything. It doesn't matter if we spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on dad's education. It doesn't matter that people pay money to see their dad, for problems way more serious than their paper cut. It doesn't matter that a doctor with years of training and test taking is sitting right next to me when they say "mom, it hurts when I do this." My response, "talk to the hand, you're talking to the wrong parent."
Yes it should be flattering and part of the joys of motherhood when your kids still think you know everything. And since I now have 3 teenagers in the house, I so wish that was still the case. But when it comes to medical matters, I don't want to know anything. I paid the best years of my life supporting a husband in his dreams, so I would not have to know anything.
So they had better figure out they have a doctor that makes house calls, before they bleed to death from their paper cut.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Low Lying Stars
So at the beginning of every year, like a lot of other people, we sit down with our family and set goals. First we look at last years goals and see what we accomplished. Last year the goals were everything from. learning to go on the potty (done...YEA!) to getting straight A"S (also done!). I looked at mine and realized I had not completed one thing! I started out with good intentions but lost steam about January 2 I believe. I did not run a marathon or get 6 pack abs. I did not read the unabridged version of Les Miserable. I did not save $20,000 in a high yield money market account or organize my craft closet.
So when my husband asked what I was going to shoot for this year, I said "the same old crap." So this year I am going to be more realistic. Like if the kids are alive and healthy at the end of the year, that is one down. If my husband did not leave me because of my extreme moodiness, that is another mission accomplished. If drive by the gym, 2 times a week, working up to 3, then I am getting closer. And if I finish one Readers Digest cover to cover, then I am on my way!
So as the kids set their goals of getting into collage this year, getting an Eagle Scout award and learning to write the alphabet, I will be satisfied reaching my low lying stars.
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