In a Bath

Things that crossed my mind when I was taking a "relaxing" bath:

1) I only see Stephen 10 hours a work week

2) I'm so tired

3) What is in this mud mask, and why is it green?

4) Who's crying and why?

5) Wow, steam is so soothing.

6) I'm so tired

7) Did I put the clothes in the dryer?

8) What's the name of that song?

9) I can do math better with a wash rag over my eyes.

10) Why can't I ever relax?

11) I should blog this.....

Five Star Service?

Barista to the left of the employee at the register (while I was at the register):

"Do you know what you want"

Me: Err...Umm...Yes. (Not sure which person to look at) I'll have a tall cinnamon dolce latte.

(Handed the cashier my cash and walked to the pick up counter)

Me: "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to say decaf. Could you please make that a decaf?"

Barista: (rolling eyes) "Well, you didn't say that."

Me: "Um, sorry. Could you make it a decaf? Sorry."

Barista: (rolls eyes again)

I took that opportunity to walk slowly over to my seated friend.

Me: "Sheesh, she was kind of annoyed at that."

Friend: "Ya, she looks kind of mad."

Barista: "Kelli, I have a DECAF Tall Cinnamon Dolce Latte!"

Me: Thanks.

Barista: "I already made the regular one, do you want that too?"

Me: "No thanks, I really can't have it."

Barista: "Are you sure?"

Me: "Sorry, No. I can't have it."

Barista: "Well, do you know someone who does?"

(Barista looks at friend ACROSS the room) "Do YOU want this?"

Friend: "No, thanks. I already have this drink."

Barista: (Rolling eyes, again...and announces to the entire coffee house in a very booming voice)

"I HAVE A FREE TALL CINNAMON DOLCE LATTE...DOES ANYONE WANT IT...?"

I took that moment to slide back over to my friend across the room....How obnoxious was SHE?

P.S. - Being an ex-barista, myself. I know that if there is ever a miss-order. You sample the drink out in those tiny cups at the register....not single out a customer with the sole purpose of embarrassing them....

Crazy at Wally World

Whenever I roll into the local Wal-Mart by myself, I have a strange experience. Let me share my latest oddity.

After gathering my wonderful treasures from the mega store, I set out to find a check out lane that held fewer than 100 people in it (not an easy task). Slipping into the "20 items or less" lane the small Asian check out lady acknowledged my presence and turned off her light. She let me know in a mousey voice that I was the last person she'd be checking out (there were 3 other shopper ahead of me). She also wanted me to be the person to deliver that news to anyone who dared come behind me. I laughed. She didn't.
Obviously, as soon as I ended my "I don't really want to do that" nervous laughter, a cart rolls in behind me. All eyes that were in front of me where on me. I made my "I don't really want to" face and thankfully the shoppers behind me decided to switch lanes on their own accord. PHEW.
A man at the front of our line let me know that I was "slacking on my job." Which brought a few smug smiles to the others in line.
Now, that should be enough, but it isn't the end. Another person shows up with ONE item. I then had to tell him and his little girl that I was the last one she was taking. I did slap on a sweet, timid "sorry" on the end, but that didn't seem to make any difference. That seemed to appease the rest of the line.
So, this is the end of my tale? No. I finally made it to the front of the line. The quiet cashier was very sweet. She saw the onesie I was buying for Colton and asked how old the baby was. After a little chit chat she wanted to know what I would get my husband for Valentines Day. I told her that I just had a baby, that should be enough. She gave me a look and began to tell me that I should buy him some silk boxers that were near by. She followed up that suggestion with an eyebrow movement that left me speechless. Oh, my...was this dear, sweet old woman telling me; never mind what she was telling me...it was a little weird...but that is just another adventure brought to ME from my neighborhood Walmart....

More Drama

Yesterday, my kids were in their room playing in the late afternoon. While I was feeding Colton, I heard a child jumping on the bed. I told them to cut it out and that they knew better than to do that. About ten minutes later, I heard the jumping again. Before I could say anything or go in there, the jumping ceased and was replaced my crying. My 2 1/2 year old daughter fell off the bed. We went to the emergency clinic for x-rays and treatment.

It turns out that she broke her collar bone and it was overlapping itself (not a pretty thought, I know). After many tears (from her and mostly me), we were sent home with her arm strapped to her body (to reduce movement), and we had an appointment to see the orthopedic surgeon the following day.

Today we saw the doctor (for Iveigh's Owchy). He looked at her x-rays and told us how common this was. He also said that because she's so young it would heal quickly and nicely without a cast or a need to set the bones. The doctor also let us know that it would be about six weeks of limited movement and will see us again in two weeks to check her progress.

Poor little girl. Getting her to sit still is a nearly impossible task. She's been so brave and in so much pain it actually hurts me when she cries. We've been through so much lately we're trying our best to stand firm in our faith and remember that God is in control. Sometimes it is hard to keep your head above water. I'm looking forward to calmer waters ahead.

Pills....

Well...here's a little update about me. I stopped taking one of the two pills, and have been two-pill-free for eight days today. (step forward...) I did attempt to take NO pills for three days; however, last night, my numbers shot up (after a Samuel Adams during dinner...). It didn't go down throughout the night and in the morning I caved taking the pill.
In less than five minutes, my blood pressure dropped to a "normal" level. That tells me that a part of this is just me stressing over numbers. After taking the pill, I felt defeated and discouraged. Stephen reminds me that I am heading in the right direction. It wasn't long ago that I couldn't make it through the day w/out three pills, then two, now one, and eventually none.
Now I am relaxing with low BP readings (110/70's)....
Next week I am going to my OBGYN for the last time (six week pp checkup) and then my GP doctor at the end of the week....we'll see what they say....