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In Exchange for Three Diapers…

…I told Bonny Annie that I’d post something really, really nice about her on my blog.

I’m not sure why, but the other day, she ended up changing three diapers in one day for me.  Bonny Annie probably, on average, changes a diaper every other day, so this was kinda big.  By the third diaper, she was all heavy sighs and big eye rolls, and she’s made sure to tell at least five people about her fate.

Bonny Annie is a great big sister.  She helps with Cap’n Jack Henry a lot.  Just this morning, I woke up with a really bad headache, and she took over for me for about an hour and half or so, so I could take some Extra Strength Tylenol and lie back down for a while.

If I have a big chore project going on, she will play with him or put on episodes of “The Suite Life of Zack and Cody,” which for some unexplainable reason, entertains Jack Henry.

If I need to run in the store for just a few items, I can leave the car running with the AC and go in by myself, while she holds down the fort in the car.  She only occasionally needs to karate chop Dirty Harry, and all is well.

As a matter of fact, if you have a child, especially a girl, that is about 11 years old or so, you might as well go ahead and plan on having another baby soon.  It will be the easiest child you’ve ever raised because the girl child will half raise it for you.

And Jack Henry loves her.  He loves her so much that he gives her open mouth kisses…

This is a big step for the Cap’n because just a few months ago, you may remember, when she asked for kisses, she got something else entirely.

Actually, he may be biting her…

…but we have chosen to believe it is kissing.

Because she really is a good sister (and daughter!), one that deserves to be kissed.  Not bitten.  Or slapped.

…even without the multiple diaper changes.

(Psst…how did I do, Bonny Annie?  And when you’re done reading this, I think I smell something…)

My Life on a White Board

I came to the realization the other day that if anyone ever wanted to write my biography that they would have a difficult time with the details because every week I wipe all of their research material off with Windex.

Not that anyone would want to write my biography.  Because it would be boring.  Really, really boring. 

But isn’t that ridiculous though?  The calendar above?  What you’re looking at is the month of April.  What you’re looking at is chaos, color-coded chaos.

And don’t let the color-codedness fool you into thinking I’m organized.  I’m a hot mess most of the time.

This calendar and all of its demands is the reason that I wake up every morning and can’t remember what day it is or even who I am half the time.

It is the reason I go to the grocery store and come home with two boxes of gourmet brownie mix and realize that I forgot sliced cheese and Q-tips.

It is the reason I have had a particular Netflix movie in my home for 22 days and can’t find time to watch it.

It is the reason that some days I forget to eat lunch until it’s 4:30, and my stomach growls a reminder to me.

It is the reason that I don’t have any close friends.

It is the reason that my children ask me questions that I don’t really hear, and I give them answers that don’t really make sense.

It is the reason that the gas gauge in my van is always below the 1/2 mark.

It is the reason I buy Extra-Strength Tylenol and take them like vitamins.

It is the reason I can’t remember names anymore.

It is the reason that it takes me two years to read through the Bible.

It is the reason that I have only completed six pages in Jack Henry’s baby book.

It is the reason that I don’t even know what my own abbreviations on this calendar mean anymore.

A-HG @ McL-7?  Seriously?!  I have no clue.  Kilroy?  Who/what is Kilroy?  TKD…Take kids down?  Train kids daily?  Treat Kellie’s delusions?  Help…somebody help me!!!

Yes, my life is crazy.  I have a lot to do.  I have a lot of places to be.  But do you know what else it all means?

It means that I am blessed with a talented, productive family.

It means that God will give me the strength to do what He’s called me to do.

It means that we have a lot of fun.

It means that there are six week-old fast food french fries stuffed into the seats of my car.

It means that I better cut this blog post short because I’m sure I probably have somewhere I need to be…


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