Sunthing Special

all seem to malfunction after they get involved with me. My husband insists it’s mere coincidence (or operator error!), but I have two boxes of watches I’ve collected over the years that just stopped (and no, it wasn’t the battery!) as well as a long list of other devices that just don’t like me and do weird things. My grandmother had the same problem with watches, and she said it had to do with her having a  high magnetic or electrical field. Sure enough, after doing some quick research on the Internet, that seems to be the consensus (I was surprised at how many people have the same problem!!). My latest frustration is with the new digital scale I bought. I step on and step off and back on and have two different weights (of course, that never happens to my husband!). It stinks, especially since I’ve been paying close attention to what I’m eating and really want to monitor the effects. I’m like, “Yay, I lost two pounds. No, wait, I gained three pounds. No, wait I gained one pound. No, wait …” It’s all enough to make a person crazier than one already is!!

in the middle of the night (my last blog). My son woke me up a couple weeks ago at 5:30 in the morning to announce he was going to throw up. He then in fact did throw up right next to my bed, through the bathroom on the way to the toilet, plus in and around the toilet. After I comforted him and got him settled back down, I went to work cleaning up the floor while my husband worked on the carpet. And I thought to myself what I always think when my husband cleans up the kids’ vomit, “Thank God I married this man.” He’s not afraid to do any of what some could consider the “dirty” work (in fact, he does a better job than I do) (and let’s face it, ladies, doesn’t cleaning up your child’s vomit make you want to throw up yourself??) (it makes me nauseous just writing about it). Anyway, little things DO mean a lot, especially when they involve cleaning up your children’s “stuff”.

was always very calming to me, especially when I lay in bed at night. Until the kids, however. For the last couple years, one or more of them would freak out when they heard the rain and refuse to sleep in their own rooms, claiming they were too scared. Just that beautiful sound of the rain would terrify them … so you can imagine how they felt about storms! (As for me, I enjoy watching and/or listening to storms, as long as the thunder and the wind aren’t too loud, and the power doesn’t go off.) My husband and I were always hoping that if it were going to rain during the night, it wouldn’t start until the kids were sound asleep, on the off chance they could sleep through it (it only takes one to hear it, because that one always wakes up his or her siblings). If it were pouring when we were trying to put them to bed, well, that was a lost cause. We just dreaded precipitation any heavier than a super-light drizzle. But as I listen to the rain right now and the kids are all asleep in their own beds I keep my fingers crossed that maybe, just maybe, they are over that phase, and I can go back to enjoying the pitter patter of rain on the roof, and not the pitter patter of little feet waking us up.

Update: Funnily (!) enough, it wasn’t the rain that woke up my oldest daughter last night and brought her into our room looking for comfort … it was the sudden onset of a high fever. It’s always something, isn’t it?