This one is for you Chelle :)
OK, so my little 'Type A' mind has been contemplating the question, "Why can't I EVER seem to sit down and blog?" Funny thing is I *think* about doing it all of the time. I even create in my mind what I am going to write about. BUT, I never get around to doing it. Instead I do dishes, clean the house, do laundry, work on my Crayola stuff, dream up 50 new ideas to scrapbook....you get the picture. Suddenly it is 1am and I am feeling a little tired. Here is tonight's "To Do" List:
1. Pick-up house (it is a disaster)
2. Sanitize (we have been sick the last few days)
3. Paint a stencil on the wall in the office (something I have not done before)
4. Touch-up the existing paint
5. Blog (of course)
6. Organize the guest room (I think Scrap It exploded in that room)
OK, so let me at least get one thing done. Here is what we have been up to:
SICK, sick sick. The babies caught a nasty flu. Poor Braxton layed on couch all night and Dalton sat in the sink with the water running on him (I have never seen him do this before, but it seemed to calm him down). Fortunately, I started taking Congaplex right away and weathered it pretty well ( I LOVE that stuff). Mike left on Monday for a business trip and will return on Sunday. He was able to come home Thursday night to help me get some laundry done (I had to use ALL of our towels to clean up after the boys - need I say more??!!) and to help monitor Braxton. He ran a higher than normal heart rate all night due to having a fever, but fortunately it never became serious. Mike had to leave Friday morning - good thing, because all we did was lay around and feel yucky. Hopefully he won't come down with it.
Babies. How funny. They are anything but babies anymore and yet I find myself always calling them that. I guess they will always be my little babies :).
So Mike has sleep apnea. I have been asking him to go and checked out for about 2 years. I have been threatening him for about 10 months. The first time he mentioned it to his doctor (last November) they had a good laugh. His doc said, "Every man who snores has a wife who thinks he has sleep apnea." Ha Ha Ha Stinkin' Ha. Fast forward to August 2006. The woman at the place that supplies the CPAP machine that Mike will now be wearing told him that his case is one of the worst she has ever seen. The insurance company won't pay 100% for the equipment unless the patient scores over 15. Mike scored 75. He stopped breathing 120 times in 4 hours. Huh. Not so funny after all boys, is it?! I am just glad that he will be feeling better - at least once he gets used to the machine.
So, tomorrow I am ready to take on the world. We are getting back on track with our budget, I am going to stop obsessively eating and actually follow the diet I keep telling myself I am on, I am going to get caught up on all of my Crayola work stuff AND I am going to start scrapbooking a page a week. I am also going to be true to my blog name - tangential ramblings - and I am going to ramble in tangents on a regular basis :) Bring on the week!