Every time Jack has even a low grade temperature, I go into panic mode. As a nurse, I know that fevers are actually a good thing. They are your body’s way of getting rid of foreigners that are trying to take over. By increasing the body’s temperature, organisms that don’t belong are (in a nutshell) heated to death. The nurse part of me says, “Becca? What’s your frickin problem? He’s fine. Take a chill pill and go to bed.”, but the mother part of me says “No. Way. We CANNOT rest until the tiny human is back to normal. It is your JOB. It is YOUR fault if his temperature increases to 104 in his sleep.” The mother part always wins. Any other kid and I would give them some Tylenol and check on them in the morning, but Jack? Jack is MY kid, and the only way to get any sleep is to sleep in his room and listen to him breathing. Continue reading
When I was a little girl, around 5 or 6, my Daddy and I would sing together at different local events in our very small community. He played the guitar and taught me some pretty grown up songs. I think his song choices were what made us so popular. I was pretty sure we were famous. I was exposed to a lot of music growing up. Both of my parents are musical and my father worked(still does) at our local radio station. I remember singing “Achy Breaky Heart” on the radio. For weeks after that, random older ladies would ask me to sing it for them personally. I didn’t really get why they liked it so much, but looking back I imagine a little girl who couldn’t say her “R”s singing a heart wrenching country song with all her being was pretty frickin’ cute. Continue reading
A conversation I’ve had with quite a few people:
Notme McNotterson: What do you do for a living?
Me: I work in a nursing home.
Notme McNotterson: Oh, my. I couldn’t do that.
Me: Really? Why?
Notme McNotterson: Well, you know….They’re….old….and sick and all. It just seems like such a sad place.
First of all, nursing homes get an insanely bad rap. They might have been insane asylums in the 1950’s, but now they are just really nice, clean, and safe places for people who need help to live. Do you know that there are more state rules and regulations in place for a nursing home than a nuclear power plant? It’s true. Continue reading
When I decided to start this blog, I was determined NOT to make it another “Mom Blog”. The internet is littered with them and I don’t want to be in the middle of the pile. When I was pregnant, I read every mom blog there was and really enjoyed them, but I think there are already enough. One of my best friends has recently decided to make the transition from working mom to work-from-home mother and while she is excited about it, she is also a bit apprehensive. I give you exhibit A: Continue reading
There she was, both feet planted on the headboard, staring at the enormous portrait hanging above her bed. She admired the man in the picture and the work of the artist, not knowing that it was actually she who had painted it. She couldn’t place him, but she knew him. She would do this so often that eventually the painting was removed. It was dangerous for her to flip around in bed all the time and it confused her to wonder who the man was and why she seemed to know this piece so well. Her son took it home with him and hung it on his own wall. He could appreciate the memory of his father without doing somersaults off the furniture. Continue reading
Let’s face it. There are things that need to be done. Sometimes, though, the careless and less efficient way just feels right. Here is what I do when I don’t want to do. A list of “don’t-do-doo-doos” if you will… Continue reading
“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
I’m not one to talk too much about religion. I consider myself a Christian. I believe in Jesus and God and all that jazz. I also, have much respect for other religions and beliefs and feel that many of them are connected to the same general ideologies. Be kind to one another. Appreciate what you have. When you die, you won’t really die. You’ll go on to live forever, somewhere. Probably, Heaven. Heaven has always fascinated me. What’s it like? Who is there? Are we still ourselves or do we become warm glittery beams of light? Maybe we all take the form of dogs and God plays fetch with us for the rest of eternity. Continue reading