Three Things Thursday

Three things that bug...
1. The Pioneer Woman. I am losing faith, a doubting follower, leaving the straight and narrow, a lost lamb of her flock. I just can't see how she can actually do ALL that BY HERSELF. Which isn't such a big deal, having help I mean, except for the fact that she never talks about the others out there that must be helping with the cook book and the web design, the decorating and the party hosting and the photos and the flicker group and the chopping of calf nuts and the butter. All the butter. I used to be able to say "I know Pioneer Woman is true".... but now I fear my testimony is wavering.

2. Ear infections. Currently 4 out of 12 ears in our household are infected. 50% of my children have otits media. Which, really, should give me a thrill because I get to say the words "otitis media" at the doctors office and feel like a SLP again (see previous post) but really, ear infections (and the fevers, sleepless nights and clingy children they produce) are not my favorite things.

3. Being told (with feverish baby strapped to self) that my baby is really not that sick at all, not as sick as all YOUR children have been and that my two year old is dressed like an orphan. Mostly because she was an orphan and now she is not an orphan and who says that all orphans wear bright yellow pants, cowgirl shirts and no socks on a November day anyway!

Three things that thrill...

1. Going to the doctor being 87.9% sure that I know what is wrong with my child and finding out that I was actually 100% right. Being right. Always a thrill.

2. Being told that there is no room for Oakley in Preschool today and then being called back because, VOILA! A magical spot has opened up and there will, in fact, be space for him today, space to play, run, create and run amock with other like minded boys. In the morning AND the afternoon. Which leads to the third things that thrills...

3. Naps! A nap. A glorious, peaceful one hour nap taken by yours truly while the sick babies were also sleeping. Then an entire shower, head to toe, all alone. And a spankin' hot batch of pumpkin chocolate chippers. I did not do it yesterday, but after that glorious nap I just knew today was the day. And (good job self) I had only a few.