Worried Mommy

I think for the most part I am a normal parent. I'm not over-protective, but I don't lack common-sense either.

I am worried beyond belief about punks' surgery tomorrow. I know a tonsillectomy is minor in the grand scheme of things. But there are still risks involved, and I can't stop stressing! I don't handle anesthesia well, and what-if she doesn't either? What if something goes wrong? What if she has the same blood disorder her cousin has and it causes complications?

I could what-if you all night.

I wish I didn't have to be at work tonight. I wish I could be home snuggling her instead.

Please say a prayer for us that tomorrow goes off completely routine and uneventful.

Money can't buy happiness...

But if you're already happy, it could sure fix a lot of things.

Our little family does all right. We make enough money to have everything we want and a little in savings. We have a lovely house, 2 pretty nice cars, are well dressed, and eat out several times a week. We don't need money.

That being said, several times a day I find myself thinking "if I had the money I'd..."

First...I would find my mom the best treatment, and best doctors to treat her. For the last 11 months, my mom has been fighting cancer. She is now cancer free, but has a lot of trouble getting around due to the side-effects of surgery, chemo and radiation. Her hospital bills are astronomical, and she is a business owner, so her insurance premiums are only getting higher as well. This could get me started on my rant as to what's wrong with health-care in America, but I won't go there. And No, I don't think universal health care is the solution. I have a whole separate rant on that.

Then...I would pay off all our debt, quit my job, and enjoy my very quickly aging babies. Aaron's salary is more than enough for us to live on, but thanks to student loans and some credit cards abused by college students, my working is a necessary evil right now.

That's all I want. A healthy, happy mommy and to be the best mommy I can to my kids.

What would you do given a large sum of money?

Purple Popsicles

I'm ba-aack! After a brief hiatus thanks to my monitor biting the big one, I am back online. I swear if it wasn't for my blackberry to stay connected to all my emails and such, I would have serious withdrawal issues!

it was a busy week anyway, and we had a fantastic Independence Day! I wanted to drop in and share a cute story about Punks.

She is scheduled to get her tonsils out next week, *knocks on wood!* and we have been trying to prep her for what's going to happen, without freaking her out. This is the conversation we had today on the way to daycare.

Punks: Mommy, I'm gonna go to the doctor and he's gonna make me all better
Me: Yup, you're gonna get your tonsils out.
Punks: Dr. White's gonna take out my pencils?
Me: Yes, Dr. White's going to take out you tonsils
Punks: I like white. Sheeps are white.
Me: Yeah...
Punks: And when I wake up my froat is gonna be really scratchy?
Me: Yeah, but Mommy and Daddy will be there.
Punks: And you'll sit in bed with me and eat purple popsicles?
Me: You bet your cute little butt I will.

I don't know where she comes up with this stuff. I don't think she has ever had a purple popsicle, nor have we talked about her eating popsicles after her surgery...

Ah, well... She'll probably fair better with this whole thing than I will...