Once a week posting

It seems I have become a blogger who rarely posts. Once again, the bloggy mojo has fallen by the wayside. There's so much going on here, but I just can't bring myself to write a long, dull post about it. Even my twittering and facebook updates have slowed down. I used to update facebook faithfully but I could really care less this days.

Such a bad attitude...

Anyhoo, this is a run down of what has been going on. Oh, so exciting.

I have been sick for 35 days. Shutup Alissa! 26 of those days have been with bronchitis and I have never been so freaking miserable in my life. I've missed the last 4 weekends at work and they are not very pleased. Do they seriously want me to compromise the health of the sick and elderly? Of course, that's not why I'm hesitant to go back, I am freaked that I am going to have a coughing fit and pee myself.

Oh yes! I am suffering from stress incontinence. Poise pads and I are best friends. And when I ran out of poise pads? I was forced to steal a nappy from Sophie. Look at that, 34 years old and back in nappies. Bloody humiliating. I thought it would be done by now but no such luck. The first round of meds didn't work plus they gave me hives. I had just read an article on how bad bed bugs are in Edmonton and, in a fit of paranoia, was convinced we had them. It didn't matter that William and the girls didn't have them, I was sure. Vacuumed the mattress, scrubbed my walls, washed the blankets all while coughing and peeing and scratching the marks. Went to the doctor who informed me that they were hives. Well, at least my bed is really clean now. Oh, and he also informed that I have shingles. Yes, lucky me. Along with the coughing induced pulled muscles, cracked rib, peeing AND throwing up I am a total pleasure to be around.

William and I are finally in counselling. It is going well, I can even agree with his statement that I am selfish. It is quite true, but who knew I was using it as a defense mechanism from childhood? Boy, those psychologists can dig! (Which reminds me for those of you who wanted to know if I prefer giving or receiving your answer is there in the word selfish! Of course, I think I give more than I receive but I am sure he would differ. Sorry for the TMI, for those who didn't want to know!)

The kids are all doing well. Taylor is 13. What can I say? I'm a little pissed off that I took her out for summer clothes, spent $250 on her ($100 of that on ONE lululemon jacket) and have not yet heard the words "Thank you." She really needs to take some lessons from Sophie, who says thank you to absolutely everything. Can I for once find something positive to say about my oldest child? Yes, she went to camp this weekend and the house was very quiet. Only joking! She finally cleaned her room. And it looks looked lovely. It's Taylor, people, of course it's getting messy again. Oh, and she won the spirit award at school. Not quite sure what it is, something to do with being well behaved and working hard. And hey, as long as she behaves at school than I am pretty happy.

Liam is very exciting about almost finishing Grade 6 and moving on to junior high. The Grade 6 classes at his school go camping at the end of the school year, so he is looking forward to that as well. He is playing soccer again this year and is finally getting to play in goal, his favourite position. He has had an amazing season, his best ever. His team made it to the top tier for this final round. I must get a picture of his coach to show you all, I think he is adorable and if I were 18 I would totally have a thing for him.

Saoirse is also playing soccer, well she is more walking on the field, occasionally kicking the ball. But she too loves soccer. She is compltely recovered from the hospital stay, and has had no problems since. Playschool finshes up next Thursday. Not sure what she thinks about that, she loves going to school and hated missing it when she was in the hospital.

Sophie will be 2 in 2 months. She is so freaking smart. She repeats everything we say. You should hear her say 'Afghanistan'. So cute. I love some of what she is saying "Pash, pash" (pass...used for everything from a ball to food to more food..have I ever said how she loves to eat?), "I be back in a minute, okay?", "I carry you! I carry you!" (Obviously this is supposed to be 'You carry me' and we laugh everytime she says it. If you've seen me or heard me whinge about my weight, you know that William isn't going to be carrying me anywhere, never mind my toddler.)She loves swings at the park, cuddling with Daddy, helping me with the laundry ("I help you?") and climbing up the cupboards to stand on the counter and get into the snack cupboard. Of course, then she has to yell "I need down!" I am trying to get her out of climbing up them, one day she is going to fall and smash her head. Would you give a time out for that? I've never had this issue before. Sophie is a whole new ballgame.

And here is why I no longer post all the time...it takes so freaking long to write one simple post and here it is 12.30 am and I've a mess of scrapbooking on the table that I'm not going to be arsed to clean. Off to bed!