An Old Plan...

Today is my 29th Birthday, I feel old. Recently when I go to the mall I have more in common with the parents waiting outside the load, dark and trendy stores then I do with the teenagers shopping inside. When did this happen? I still feel like the same me I was 9 years ago, but now I’m considerable closer to 30 then 20.

Sam and I 9 Years ago. (April 20, 2002)

Another Planned Surgery...

A few months ago being the responsible parent that I am, I took Laura to the Dentist. After the x-rays were taken and her teeth were all shinned up the dentist came in for his exam. Then he told me there was a problem, I was shocked. Sam, the actual responsible parent, does an excellent job overseeing Laura’s dental hygiene. The dentist was concerned about the size of her tonsils, he told me that he looks in kids mouths all day and he was stunned by the size of Laura’s tonsils. He explained that cosmetically larger tonsils can effect kids jaw growth and give them a bigger overbite, he suggested we see an ENT. Because as I mentioned we are “responsible parents” we headed to the ear, nose and throat doctor. The ENT told us that her tonsils are undeniably large but he was more concerned with what we couldn’t see, he would have to perform some test. A few minutes later the test were done and we had a little graph to show us the results, fluid was trapped in Laura’s ears by her adenoids. The doctor expressed his concerns about how this is affecting her hearing and a contributing factor to her speech problem. He suggested that we remove her tonsils and adenoids before it becomes an emergency situation. I went home to discuss this news with the Sam. Ultimately we decided that the best move for us would be to have the surgery done over Laura’s spring break from school. On Tuesday April, 19th we head back into the operating room, for Laura’s second surgery. Her first procedure, a removal of a cyst under her eye, can fairly be called an abysmal day for me. Not only was I a ball of nerves before and during but when Laura woke up combative from the anesthesia, pulling at her one little stitch I was no longer useful. A couple hours and one up chuck onto grandma later, Laura was back to her typical self, asking when she could go swimming. I have been assured that the stitches and wounds from the tonsillectomy will not be visibly oozing, so I have hope for me yet.

Laura's eye after surgury: May 19th, 2009

Another year of planing...

Somewhere in the last couple of months we arrived at our 1 year of trying to conceive mark. This is not a milestone I wanted to reach, but here we are. This not so wonderful juncture called for a visit to Dr. J. she assured us that despite the fact that some of our test had to be redone in the last couple of months everything was in perfect working order, nothing was wrong. After the last year this news was less comforting then one would expect. Now that a year has passed we have some, but not many, options. Sam and I could visit a “fertility specialist” although once here are options would be limited, ultimately all the specialist would be able to do that Dr. J. hadn’t was force a conception via invitro or artificial insemination. A specialist no matter how special she was cannot get us pregnant naturally. Therefore Sam and I decided to try the next option another 3 Months of Clomid to try to conceive as independently as possible. I had already completed 2 months of this fertility drug and wasn’t excited about another couple months. We were assured that all the test show that this drug was unquestionable doing its job, while on Clomid I was defiantly ovulating. Because of the risk of multiples while on this medication Sam was initially not 100% committed, but I quickly squashed any concerns with “I will take any babies I can get”. Hopefully in the next couple months my uterus gets the message and is on board with the program!

A Dam of paper work.....

As it turns out moving overseas is damn hard, and not like blocking water dam! Sam has a lot of paper work and meetings on the subject. We have to get a bunch of forms filled out for various reasons. I still have to confirm this, but I think him making me do these forms counts as spousal abuse. I have to get a form filled out by my doctor and dentist along with Laura's doctor, dentist and school. None of these places are together some require appointments, some you can just walk in, some are only open in the afternoon and some have no idea what I am talking about. Out of the 5 forms that have been delegated to me I may have a lead on one. I can always resort to my old standby: If I ignore it long enough maybe it will go away.

Frank the elf....

Last year we decided to start a new holiday tradition. We decided to get an "Elf on the Shelf". We brought our elf home, named him Frank, and read the book that accompanied him. The book explained that Frank is a scout elf, this means that he watches the children during the day, then he reports to Santa at night, reappearing in a different spot around your house every morning. Certain rules have to be followed in order for Frank to keep his magic strong, no touching being the biggest. The problem is we got a defective elf, every morning Laura wakes up and hunts for him, but he isn't always in a new spot. To make matters worse twice Laura has woken up and confirmed Frank was in the same spot, then left the room. When she returned Frank had moved to a new place, never very far from the original spot though. The only "reasonable" explanation for this is that Frank the elf has been falling asleep on the job, and not reporting to Santa during the night like his job description states he should. Then when Laura wakes him up early in the morning he waits til she leaves then quickly sneaks to a new position. I'm considering writ ting a strong worded letter to Santa reporting Frank for dereliction of duties.

The Battle of Good vs Evil

I am currently caught up in the battle of good verses evil. I'm not reading a book or watching a movie, it isn't Harry against voldemort or Aslan against the white witch, it's Mom verses dirty five year old. I'm fairly confident that good will prevail using the argument "you have leaves in your hair", and clean hair will be smelt across the land. But the said truth is I can't be certain.

My plans thwarted..

I had wonderful plans for today, after traveling last week and spending the weekend catching up on the mountain of laundry, I was pleased that I would have today to take it easy. Well at least a couple hours to myself after I dealt with Laura's large(considering she isn't even in a numbered grade yet) pile of homework, got Laura dressed for school, and then actually drove Laura to school. After that, the next 2 1/2 hours would be all mine. This plan was suddenly thrown off course when Sam informed me,before I even got out of bed, that he would be staying home today and working on Sunday, he went on to list all the things he planned on getting done on his day off. It sounded like Sam had a pretty productive day lined up. This of course ruined my strategy of reading a book while Laura was at school, then working fast to straighten up and throw together dinner the last hour before Sam got home. When he got home I would explain how busy I had been, therefore he would assume my busy day was what kept me from mopping or folding that last load of laundry. This was a great plan, but it just doesn't work the same when Sam is doing yard work on the other side of the glass doors.