At this point in my life; 4 kids and 8 years in, I’m no stranger to gross. There’s a stomach bug making it’s way through the girls’ school right now and Aurora had it a few days ago, but it only lasted 24 hours so no big deal, right? She woke up in the morning and said her tummy hurt, then she barfed all over her bed (yeah, it was really gross) So, we obviously kept her home from school and (after changing her sheets) she laid in bed all day watching cartoons. I expected this to make it’s way through the rest of the kids at some point, but I was hoping it would be with the ease of Aurora’s case. Barf a few times in the morning after we’re all already awake, then spend the day cuddled up with stuffed animals in bed while watching Dog With A Blog.
So, as my nights often go, we start out with no kids in our bed and at some point in the night the twins almost always make their way into our room either to pee in our bed, or as in last night’s case, to barf all over our bed. Oh, yes, this is the life! Last night, it started with Atticus. He went from deep, peaceful sleep to a suddenly gagging barf-sprinkler. I rushed him to the bathroom to hold his head over the toilet when I noticed a horrible, foul, FOUL smell- cat shit! So there I am, helping Atticus balance his head over the toilet without falling completely in and I notice a pile of steaming fresh cat shit sitting on the bathroom rug. Then it dawns on me! I had scraped out and hosed out the cats’ litter box earlier, then left it outside to dry in the sun and I had forgotten to bring it back into the house. AWESOME! So here I was at 1am; sick toddler, cat shit, trail-o-barf through the hall… where to start?
I get Atticus back into bed, then Bea starts saying that she needs to throw up. Bea is really dramatic. REALLY dramatic, and often pretends to be hurt or sick so she gets attention. If somebody hits their head, suddenly she “hit” her head. If somebody’s toe hurts, suddenly her toe “hurts”. If I call her bluff, she can even shed convincing tears and cry “but, I looove yooou!” and make me feel extreme guilt. I didn’t know if she was lying last night, but I took her word for it (because who wants to take a chance with that??) and pulled her into the cat-shit bathroom, I then watched as she lightly coughed over the toilet and said “all done” then bounced back to the bed. I took a minute to pick up the bathroom rug and toss it out the back door into the rain (I get to deal with that today) then I wiped up the trail-o-barf, and got back into bed right when Atticus was ready to say hello to the toilet again. So, back we went. Then (surprise!) Bea joined us again with her little princess cough, and the three of us shuffled back into bed. Then, believe it or not, Bea said she had to throw up, and I reluctantly brought her back into the bathroom because, like I said, who wants to chance that?? And whadaya know? She barfed! So we spent the rest of the night and into the morning doing this dance. We’ve only got one kid left for it to hit, so I’m hoping the worst of it is in the day because I don’t know if I can handle another sleepless night- It felt like I was revisiting the newborn days- SUPER FUN! Not.
Now, off to hose cat shit off a rug!
I just realized that it’s been almost a year since I wrote my last blog entry. A lot has happened since then, and I often thought “Hmm… I should blog about this!”, but life has a way of keeping you so busy with life, that you can’t find the time to do the little things. Such as blogging about life.
Since my last entry, I’ve lived in New York for 2 months while Monte was there rehearsing for the Madonna tour. I brought the 4 rambunctious kids where there were plenty of adventures to be had… you would think that it would have been a great time and place to blog, eh? But, no. No, I did not blog in NYC about my daily adventures with 4 kids. Trying to squeeze 6 people into a cab, carrying a stroller up and down subway steps, our visit to the Statue of Liberty or Ground Zero, the incredible amount of walking we did because most cabs would avoid us like the plague. Good times.
I weaned the twins from breastfeeding in June, they were 25 months old. It was bittersweet because I know they are our last kids (um… ya think?), and as much as I was completely over nursing (I had officially been nursing for SEVEN years straight), it’s also such a sweet, loving bond, and I know I’ll never have that experience again *sniff sniff*. Oh, who am I kidding?? I am going to throw a party every year to celebrate the fact that I am DONE breastfeeding!
Then, this summer, we went to Yosemite and of course Monte was on tour all year, so I took the kids and went with my family without him. My parents and my sister, her husband and their 4 kids were there, so there were plenty of people to help and entertain. We’re trying to make it a tradition every year, so this year we’ve already got our reservations. Looking forward to the trip, the kids love it there, and so do Monte and I!
Monte was gone from January to December (with a handful of 2-3 day visits in between). I visited him in Nice, France for a week when they were there in September, and that was a really nice getaway for us together. He then came to play the Los angeles shows in October, and we had a weekend away together in Vegas right after that. I moved us in November to a house closer to my parents because I couldn’t stand being so far away from all that family help (20-30 min), so I hired some movers and away we went. Now we live on the same street as my parents, it’s awesome! I’m not sure my mom thinks it’s as awesome as I do, but tough cookies, grandma! I’ve got ya now! Muahahahaha!
Monte got off tour December 23rd, and we decided to get the kids a puppy for Christmas because we lost our precious Duke in October, they were heartbroken, and we were ready for a new doggie. It was awesome to watch them open the box on Christmas morning and there was an adorable puppy inside! She’s been a good dog so far, and is as cute as a button. Since then, Monte has only left to record his new album in Denmark for 2 weeks, and somehow I survived with the kids. It’s amazing how much harder it is to have him leave after he’d been home for a stint. I get so used to having him home!
I’m going to try to get better about blogging again. Wish me luck! 😉
Today was my birthday. I had a great night out with Monte last night. Just the two of us went to a nice dinner and did a bit of bar hopping in Santa Monica. I think the kids were in cahoots today and that their main goal was to present as many obstacles to us as humanly possible. First of all, getting out of the house was a feat in and of itself. The babies decided to take late naps, they resisted any and all attempts to feed them, and we didn’t even get out of the house until 4pm. It was much later than planned, so we decided to eat an early dinner at a kid-friendly restaurant then go to Target to redeem some gift cards that the kids all got for Christmas from their aunt Vikki. I know, very exciting, not only for a Saturday but for my birthday as well… but I felt like keeping it simple. Anyways, while walking to the restaurant from the parking lot, Monte was holding Atticus and the girls were fighting over who knows what, when one of them suddenly elbowed Monte in the balls. He immediately drops to his knees, several passerby’s stare, the girls are completely confused and he can hardly move, nor talk. After a seemingly very painful minute, he slowly gets up and we somehow make it into the restaurant. Whew! We’re in, now we can relax, right? Er… no.
I haven’t written anything in a long time, it’s been a busy few months, and in August, we took a much needed family trip to Yosemite- CAMPING!!! Yes, actual camping. In a tent. 6 months prior, when I booked this trip, I wasn’t really thinking logistics, I was just thinking about all the great potential memories we would make for our kids. Oh, how fun it will be to go camping IN A TENT in Yosemite, one of the most beautiful places in the world. When I was a kid, we went to Yosemite every summer in a MOTORHOME. It had a bathroom, and a kitchen, and several comfortable beds. So, as the months went by, and this trip got closer, I kind of realized that I have never actually camped in a tent. Ever. Ever? Ever. Apparently camping in an RV isn’t actually “camping”… of course not. So, as the months and weeks got closer to the date, I started to FREAK out. I was nervous about the drive, the bears, setting up camp, keeping the kids clean, the bears, what activities we were going to do- did I mention the bears?? So, I started to gear up, bought the huge tent that would be our home for 2-3 nights, planned on what to pack for clothes, should we bring the stroller? I made reservations 6 months prior, online. Getting reservations at a campground on the valley floor in Yosemite, in the summer, is pretty much like winning the lottery. I actually couldn’t get a spot for the early summer, so when the reservations opened up for mid-August on, we ended up getting a spot in late August, right before school was to start- close call! Not only did we get a campsite in one of the most sought after campgrounds, we got an AMAZING spot, right on the Merced river in Lower Pines. SCORE!! I reserved 2 nights, then quickly realized that it’s a lot of trouble to go through for only two nights, why not make it three? I was lucky to find a third night online, a few minutes later at a different campsite within the same campground, but across the way against the woods. Sweet. I actually figured that we would barely last the first 2nights and be dying to get back to civilization after night one, so it wasn’t a big deal, just a back-up plan.