Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


It was NOT ME who let my child eat his bedtime snack in the bathtub because I was trying to hurry him into bed but he wanted a snack and he needed a bath as well. Kill two birds with one stone I say. I would never let my DS eat a soggy banana because it kept falling into the bathtub. Nope, not me.

It was also NOT ME who started laughing at her son while I was cutting his nails because I told him if he did not hold still and listen, then I would (insert appropriate punishment here: caning, quartering, waterboarding, etc) him. He said "Look Mama I'm listening!" and sat still as you please. It wasn't me who laughed until I cried because he looked so serious while I was sitting back giggling. Nope, I would NEVER laugh at his expense.

While we're on the subject, I would NEVER NEVER bribe my child to go pee in the potty because I'm tired and hungry. "Yes sweetie, if you pee in the potty, I'll let you play with your new train and stay up late and I'll buy you a Ferrari and etc..." I'm a better mom than that and I have the most patience in the world with my toddler.


And finally, it is NOT ME who counts going to the grocery store at 9pm without my child or husband as "me time". I DO NOT always listen to children's cds in the car with DS and going to the store is NOT my chance to listen to grown up music and just be by myself for an hour. Too bad I only live 2 minutes from the grocery store....

Date Night

Friday night DH and I were supposed to go to dinner and a movie since his mom had the little one. We got all gussied up (read: I put on makeup!) and went to dinner at Applebee's. We needed to kill some time before the movie started so we went to a local bookstore. We were getting some books and gifts for the nieces and nephew and were reading some books ourselves when my eyes started to tear and burn and water. I wear contacts and don't wear makeup very often so my eyes are pretty sensitive to no matter what makeup I use. I went into the bathroom to wash off my makeup but it just made it worse. So we decided to head home where I could properly vacate the offending makeup from my face.

Then we just watched a movie from home. It wasn't quite what I was wanting our date night to be but at least we got to enjoy a yummy dinner alone.

Currently I'm waiting for the hashbrown casserole that DH fixed to finish baking so we can eat breakfast. We were hoping it would warm up enough outside for us to go to the local park and let DS play and for DH to play as well. He got a bunch of remote control cars for Christmas and he's been itching to play with them. Our backyard is too muddy from a lot of rain lately so we were going to go to a local ballfield. I'm hoping it's not too muddy either.

Without further ado, pictures from our date night BEFORE the makeup mishap. Excuse DH's strange face in them. He was not drunk or high in any of them, he was being silly.








Silly DH cheesing after I told him he looked sleepy in the previous pics.

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


It was definately NOT ME who giggled hysterically, I mean with tears pouring from my eyes, when my child was walking towards me and bumped his hip into our ottoman, then proceeded to do a semi flip onto the floor. He did NOT look up at me laughing so hard and grinned like he had a done a trick. I would never laugh at my child falling down. Nope, not me.

It was also NOT ME who threw a clean shirt, that had wedged itself into the couch cushions, back into the laundry hamper because I didn't feel like folding it and putting it away. I am definately not that lazy. Nah, not me.

It was NOT ME who nearly fell over laughing while putting DS to bed tonight because DH passed gas and DS said "Daddy you pooted hard!" and we did NOT all bust out in giggles. It would NOT BE me who would laugh at something like a simple bodily function that we all do. Nope, not me.

And keeping along the gassy lines, it was NOT MY CHILD who, while sitting in my lap recently, let out a HUGE poot and I did NOT feel it ripple up my thigh. He then proceeded to NOT laugh at my reaction. My boy is definately NOT a gassy, giggly creature. Nope, not him.

Merry Christmas!

We had a wonderful Christmas! We had to do Christmas a day early because DH was working today and this entire weekend. DS is too young to know better LOL.

Pictures ahead!


DS's kitchen









Hiding under a blanket because I was cold


Redheads are sexay




Me and future SIL/best friend

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

It is not me who sometimes takes umm, longer than needed bathroom breaks to give myself some space and a few minutes alone. Nope, not me.

It is also NOT ME who, while placing an upset son into his carseat last Wednesday, FORGOT to buckle him in. I would NEVER do that to my child. And I completely would not try to buckle said carseat, upon toddler informing me that his seat was unbuckled, while driving 40 mph down the road. Nah, not me.

December Snow!!

We got snow!!!!

It isn't even winter yet and we've had a major snow here North Carolina. We got about 5 or 6 inches here.

We went outside and played in it earlier and had a BLAST. DS loved the snow. My MIL stayed with us last night in case she lost power. Plus she thought she had to watch my SIL's kids but the place she worked was closed due to the snow. So DH, myself, and MIL stayed up late playing Shrek Operation and Monopoly (during which she creamed us). By the end of the game DH and I were giggling hysterically from being tired.

Of course I have pictures from the snow!












Christmas is less than a week away and i'm excited. My MIL called today and asked if I was missing a Christmas present from last year. I had no idea! She said that there was a pair of jeans in my size that was stuck inside a box. Apparently I opened the box last year and sent the boxes home with her, with my jeans still inside them.

Good thing too because I only have 1 pair of jeans I wear.

Currently I'm wearing a pair of hubby's plaid lounge pants and a long sleeved tshirt, also his. What can I say? They're comfy! I'd really love some warm loungy pants of my own though. I have some capris but of course it's cold so I need some longer pants. Maybe for Christmas?

CPR

As i mentioned in my last post, I took that ACLS class where we learn exactly how and when to perform CPR, when and what drugs to give during a cardiac arrest, or another sort of arrythmia.

Well, Friday I did something for the first time and i hope i never have to do it again.

I had to perform CPR on one of our patients in our wellness program.

He was in the program across the room from the ones being monitored in cardiac rehab. My coworker was teaching a strength training class and all of a sudden we hear "we need help we need help!" and i look across the room and 2 of my coworkers are holding a patient up in a chair. He had clutched his chest and passed out, losing control of his bladder in the process. I immediately jog across the room and press the CODE BLUE (read: get more freaking help!) button. A bunch of us went back to the patient and placed him on a stretcher. We were feeling for a pulse and i felt nothing in his wrist. He was completely unconscious. We get our code cart over to him and our respiratory therapist was bagging him and giving him oxygen. We were struggling to get him placed on the monitor so we could see his heart rhythm. By that time we established that we did not feel a pulse and he was not breathing. He was gray and sweaty. Our nurse practicioner climbed on top of the stetcher and began doing chest compressions. I relieved her after 2 minutes (learned this from class) and being doing chest compressions. Hard and fast hard and fast. We are told to do chest compressions to the rhythm of The BeeGees song "Stayin Alive". So finally we are able to get him on the monitor and see that his heart rate is very very low, about 30 bmp. He has a internal cardiac defibrillator with a built in pacemaker. So his rhythm is paced and very slow. We are still doing chest compressions and giving him oxygen via bag. One of my coworkers relieve me and she starts doing chest compressions.

All of a sudden he starts flailing around. He has regained consciousness and is wondering wtf is going on. We calm him down and check a blood pressure. His BP was fine, a little high actually. The code team had arrived and get him carted off to the emergency room.

I did not know he had a built in defibrillator until after the fact. But the nurse practicioner said she felt and saw him "jump" a bit, meaning his ICD was shocking him.

I was shaking the whole time i was doing chest compressions. I am SOOOO thankful that he had a built in defibrillator or he would be having one put in!

Surviving sudden cardiac death. Wow.

ACLS

Great day and great afternoon.

I have had a medical class called ACLS (Advanced Cardiopulmonary Life Support) for the past 2 days. Today was the Megacode (huge practical) and the written test. I don't do well on practicals. I do better on written tests. But i passed both with flying colors. I even got a 100 on the written portion.

DH and i still have to get something for DS for Christmas from Santa.

We've just had showers and we're about to go pick up Connor from daycare and head over to my sister's house for dinner. Steak and shrimp YUMMY!

DS has a Christmas program at school that all the kidlets are singing at next tuesday. Two year olds singing is just precious i tell you. PRECIOUS.

I've got clothes that need to be put away because they are sitting here folded on the couch beside me. Perhaps if i give hubs my most sexylicious (of COURSE that's a word!) look, he'll put the clothes away for me. After all, i DID fold them.

Happy Day!

Thanksgiving

Me and my sister with our respective kiddos


I'm just now getting around to posting pictures from Thanksgiving. I was feeling awful all of last week and only this week have I started feeling better. I put on a happy face for Thanksgiving pictures.

I'm about to start making some good changes in my life. I'm excited and hopeful.


Me, DH, and DS



Calling all couples: Me and DH, my brother and his fiance, my parents, and my sister and her man




Me and DH




Me, my siblings and parents

Sleeping is for wimps!

I'm currently sitting in the crack of the couch while Connor watched Dora before bath and bed.

Last night he completely thought sleeping was for sissies and fought bedtime. And at midnight. And from 1am until 3am and then from 4am until 415am he laid awake in his crib. Sammie had been in his room from 1230am until 1am. Sammie had been out of his room for about 30 minutes when he started wailing again.

So i laid down on the floor hoping he would nod off. But everytime i looked up at him his eyes were huge and he would grin. I made sure he was comfortable and tried to go to sleep myself.

But whenever i tried to sneak out of his room, he would wail and whine. So i laid down on his floor beside his crib (something i've never done) and tried to sleep. Just about the time i kept nodding off, he would toss one of his critters from his crib onto me and i would be jostled awake.

Finally about 415 i heard him start to snore so i crept back to our bedroom. I fell asleep at 420am and my alarm went off at 5am.

I had to wake up Connor at 545 to get him to daycare at 6 and me at work at 630am.

He was very combative trying to get him dressed and into the car. Nothing would please him this morning. Although i know how he felt because i certainly didn't want to wake up this morning after the night we had.

I suppose it could have been worse.