a sick ginger is not a happy ginger

At 5am this morning Ginger came to me saying that she just threw up for the second time within three hours.  Her temp was at 101.7, and her throat hurt too.  She wanted to wait until her brother was up for school until she went to the ER.  Once at the ER, they wanted to do a throat culture on her to check for strep.  The only way I can describe how the nurses and I tried to manipulate Ginger, and coax her into letting us get this culture done is to give you a visual of having to open a jar of pickles.  You move yourself into various positions, try different tactics, and then you forcefully, but nicely tell it to open.  She finally did open her mouth enough to get a culture done, which did come back positive for strep =(

Here is my list of feel better stuff for my little ginger:
Amoxicilin
Anti nausea meds
A white tiger hat (the one that looks like the animal and the sides hang down)
baked potatoes
broccoli cheddar soup (her dinner request with the potatoes)
applesauce
bananas
ginger ale
sprite
water
powerade
and of course A LOT of TLC from momma

So, come on meds and old fashioned TLC and care do your thing.

Until Laterz,
Insomnamom

Oh yes...it HAS started

Yesterday, I found myself EXTREMELY giddy that I could actually take advantage of the Walmart layaway a few days early.  So, while the Bear/Packer game was on, I ventured out and could not wait to load up my cart full of stuff for my kiddos to put under the tree.  Got my hands on the cart and started to sing Christmas carols in my head, ( cause singing them out loud might get me a few strange looks).  I head straight for the electronic section to pre pick what I wanted to get before my layaway venture would end.  I then proceeded to the toy section with pride and anticipation.  With pride and anticipation....with...SIGH!!!  You know that moment in a parents life when you realize that your babies, aren't really "babies" anymore.  Yea...I had that happen to me last night.  I got Mr. Twister a Lego city truck, and Ginger a Razor Scooter from the toy section.  Usually, I have about a half a cart full just from the toy section alone.  Sigh...  Then I went back to the electronic section and looked long and hard for the video games that they would love to play.  Mr. Twister got Harry Potter: Years 5-7, and Captain America.  Ginger got Zuma's Revenge ( a facebook game that we both love), and Mario Tennis.

With far less enthusiasm that I had going into the store, I trekked off to the layaway counter, with a nearly empty cart.  Good thing is, I can add onto the layaway as more new items come to the shelves as the Holiday's come more and more near.  In addition, we can add small appliances this year to the layaway if we wish, so I am contemplating a deep fryer and the soda maker machine.  

So, my fellow parents with little lads and lasses, enjoy them young, because sooner or later, all those toys that they love to play with now, will come far and fewer between, and you yourself will find yourself with not such a great Christmas cart.

Until Laterz,
Insomnamom

11 years ago to the day....how i remember it

I had just woke up since my three day old wanted to be fed and changed.  my two and a half year old toddler was running around without a care in the world.  As I happily sat down on the couch and turned on the TV holding my little Ginger, I could not believe what I was seeing or hearing.  I was trying to grasp at this reality that I was seeing.  Then, the second plane hit.  I got chills, sobs, and just wanting to hold what was near and dear to me...my newborn daughter, and my two and a half year old son.  My son just wanted to be a kid, so I just held my daughter a lot closer at the moment.  Once I composed myself a bit, I called my parents to tell them what was going on.  My dad thought it was a movie at first, then realized the realness at what he was seeing.  Then I called to see if my sister was okay at school and to see if they were releasing them early.  I knew she was safe, but yet had my reservations.  As much as I wanted to go on with life, I could not tear myself away from the TV.  I wanted to know why, and who would do this to the USA.  Then, hours later we found out.  I was sick knowing that we were attacked by outsiders, and could not wait for us to get the people that did this to us.  Watching the events fold out throughout the coming days, I felt a sense of pride seeing that we had become a United Nation since strangers were helping strangers, families helping families, and states coming to where the help was needed most.  We were a BIG family on that day, and months afterward.  Now, here we are 11 years later, and I feel that we are not as united as we were on that fateful day.  This makes me sad.  Our forefathers wanted us to be United in these States of America for a reason.  WE ALL NEED EACH OTHER!!  As I posted earlier this evening, I have a light on my porch in honor of those who have fallen eleven years ago, and for the families who have lost their loved ones.  I pray that each of you will join me in doing this tonight.  It is not too late to do this.

Until Laterz,
Insomnamom

Shine a light for 9/11

It is that simple. I urge you all to go outside right now and shine anything that lights up into the night sky. Let us all remember the victims and their families of this tragic event that happened 11 years ago to the day.

Until laterz,
Insomnamom

Effects of Insomnamom

Here I thought that the kids going back to school would provide nice sleeping moments for myself.  How wrong was I.  I wake up thinking if my son will be okay on the bus and at school.  Of course he is, but my brain won't be quiet at all.  Then of course there is the never ending battle with my bladder.  I want to sleep, but it thinks it is time for me to get up and take care of it.  How selfish can it get???  The other night, that battle came about again, and this time it had me wide awake for a bit.  So, I hopped onto Facebook, just to glance and see if there was anything new.  Apparently, a friend saw that I was on and we text each other for about a half an hour, which I am not complaining about.  We hardly talk while he is traveling on the road, so anytime I hear from him I am happy to talk to him, no matter the time of day or night.  I will be seeing him for quite possibly the last time for a long time, or even ever.  Yes, through the power of technology we will keep in touch, but it will not be the same.  This has been on my mind as well, and is the cause of my insomnia this week as well.  He has had my heart for quite sometime, not sure if he even realizes it.  If nothing else, I have the best friend that a woman could ever ask for.  So, on Sunday, I will give him a hug, tell him I love him, and say see ya later, even if later never comes.

So, to you, I say as always,

Until Laterz,
Insomnamom

13 hours and 13 minutes....

That is what Ginger just told me it was until they had to wake up for their first day of school.  7th grade and 5th grade this year.  There will be tears, hugs, holding onto and not wanting to let go, all by my doing.  It just seems like yesterday that they were toddlers wreaking havoc in the house.  Now they are big kids wreaking havoc in the house.  Ginger's teacher will be going on maternity leave any moment due to the stature of her pregnancy.  Mr. Twister has a whole new set of teachers for 7th grade, including his special ed teacher.  We have met him, and they have seem to have bonded already, which is a HUGE relief.  He also knows quite a few teachers from last year for his home ec/technology classes.  In addition, the new computers teacher at his school, is his old one from his grade school.  Which means that Ginger will not have her this year to which she says.. =(   Tomorrow should be fun to hear all about their day, and to have them do their homework right away instead of procrastinating until later on when they will be VERY tired.  Expect to see pictures of the day tomorrow, and how I survived the quietness of the house, and how they survived their first day of school.

Until Laterz,
Insomnamom