zip

I have these great blue jeans that came from some place in the mall that I may or may not have paid too much for.

On one back pocket, there is a zipper. I don't know why any woman would want to zip her back pocket, but you know. They're awesome, fit great.

Peyton learned something today. He is tall enough to reach my back pockets.

And he can zip and unzip my back pocket.

Look! Mommy is a TOY!

Washing dishes -- *ziiiiip*

Loading the dish washer -- *ziiiip*

Putting clothes in the washer -- *ziiiiip*

Cleaning the toilet -- *ziii...*

STOP IT STOP IT NOW THIS HAS TO END!!

...

*iiip*

Ugh. No one listens to me, never.

Unhappy

*Sigh*

I had a great idea. It really was. Until Joey shot it down, and the idea died (not really, because it's still on my mind, I just don't know how to change his mind.)

I want to move.

That's right. I want to pack up, leave our friends and family, the kids' school, everything. I want to move to the same state that my husband is in the majority of the time. So that he would only be an hour or two from home, instead of 4-6. If he was only an hour or two, the kids and I could pack up and go see him on the weekends that he's gone. I can't do that now, not a 4-6 hour drive with 3 kids.

I had it all figured out. We wouldn't have to send the kids to a private school, because that state actually has good public schools, which would pay for the difference in the house note (if I'm getting a new house, I want bigger and better. Or at least enough bedrooms for everyone.) It would be a huge adjustment for everyone, being in a new place, but hey! People do this ALL the time, right? Seemed like the best idea I've ever had.

And then I told Joey my wonderful plan. And he said no.

And that just made me want it even more.

How dare he tell me no, I mean, seriously.

He had a good reason, that we couldn't do that to his dad, we couldn't take his grandkids from him. But I'm so unhappy here. I don't want to live here anymore.

But I guess I have to.

no rain = shot in the bum

Right now, right this very minute, I hate Louisiana.

It has not rained in forever. Looking at the 10 day forecast has become one of the most depressing things in my life. 0% over and over again.

Oh, we got a teaser the other day. It got dark, there was lightning, there was thunder, it put on a good show. In the end, not enough rain to settle the dust.

All this freaking dust.

Does not help that we live in the middle of a bunch of farm land, and they feel the need to go work the fields, oh, everyday. All that I can taste and smell is dust. My 60 day air filters are doing good to make it to 30 days before I have to replace them (yeh, the stupid $16 ones that I buy because of Jonah's asthma. But! They're supposed to trap dust mites! And allergens! And stuff like that!!)

I have been sick for nearly two weeks now. The dark circles, the runny nose, the itchy eyes, praying from rain everyday. Then the mess decided to move into my chest. So then I was coughing... stuff... up. Two days of that, I couldn't handle any more. I went to the doctor today. One steroid shot and some prescriptions later, I'm feeling a little better. My nose is still running, but I feel like a human being again, which is awesome. I also told the doctor how I never have any energy, and have felt this way for two months. So, they sucked two tubes of blood from my arm, after the stupid vein rolled when she stuck the needle in. I've got a very pretty bruise now, and it kinda hurts (I know. I'm a wussy.)

(My butt really hurts from the shot too. But it's really my back, which doesn't make any sense, but whatever. Pain. Ugh.)

(see. wussy.

The things I say on Facebook --

Jenna Wright I bathed the bills, fed the dishwasher, balanced the kids, folded the dishes, threw out the checkbook, and remembered to put the dog in the dryer. I'm doing so good tonight!!

Jenna Wright just turned the satellite back on... you probably wont be hearing from me for a few days... ooooh... tv... shiny... food network... teen mom... HGTV... DIY crap... oooh

Jenna Wright Quick! Someone call CPS! I'm abusing the children! I'm refusing to feed them lunch until they pick up their mess in the living room! Also, when apple cider boils over on a flat top stove... it's ugly. And stinky. And messy.

Jenna Wright Kids wanted to "help" clean... don't ever give kids Pledge and rags... they've emptied the bottle... can't... breathe... *GASPING FOR AIR*

So, maybe three kids is just too many??

I'm not going to make it.

Does it make me a bad mom if I count down the days until the youngest child turns 18?

Oh, the screaming just stopped (thank you Jesus.) It was like a light switch.

AGGGGGH --silence--

What the heck? You just all of the sudden realized, oh, wait. This isn't doing any good. Going to sleep now.

And Blythe's new thing is listening to the radio to fall asleep. OK, seriously? I've been fighting this child with bed time for three years now, and I've tried ev-er-y-thing. BUT turning a radio on. *slaps forehead* Duh. That's what I did to fall asleep as a kid too. But now, I want complete silence to sleep.

Upside of Jonah being on steroids for his asthma? He will eat whatever you put in front of him. No questions, nothing. I swear, the kids is going to gain 10 pounds this month.

Peyton is becoming a "grazer." He just eats all day. I leave his plate on the little Toy Story table, and he comes back to it every 5-10 minutes. And when he finishes it? I'm expected to produce more food for him to graze on. Now.

I have nothing interesting to say... so I'm out.

Falling in place

Things are finally falling into place, and it's about time. For the first time in months, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Bills are getting caught up and paid on time, and soon we will start the phase of paying things off. I've been living under a dark cloud and it has finally passed. I hate money and how it has the power of deciding my mood.

We're planning a mini-vacation, and the kids are so excited. We weren't able to go anywhere this summer, due to money, and now we can.

We're also tossing around the subject of our living situation: five people in a three bedroom house, with just a little over 1,500 square feet. Everyone is always bumping into someone else, and we need more room. We just can't decide what to do about it. We like where we are, so we could sell the house to be moved (it's built off the ground). But, most people who buy a house to move, buy fixer-uppers, and our house doesn't fall in that category, so I don't know if it would sell. The second option is to add on, which has it's pros and cons too. Third is to sell the land, and for us to move the house to our 40 acres, and add on to it there (that seems like way too much work.) Which leads us to the last option, sell this place, and build exactly what we want on the 40 acres.

The visit to the pediatrician went great, Jonah does have asthma, and we were given different medicines to try. So we'll see how this goes.

Highlight of my day: I bought another air purifier! I need a life.

Also, life changing day: I chopped my hair off. Yeh, I know doesn't seem like a big deal, but it was down to the middle of my back, and I chopped it off into a swing bob. And I love it.

Doing anything but cleaning...

So.

All the kids are gone.

Blythe and Jonah are at their extremely expensive school, where they better be learning A LOT, because Momma could be shopping with all that tuition money...

Peyton is at his Mommy's Day Out program, where he better be having LOTS of fun, because... well, see above.

I was GOING to clean house, and then take a nap. But then I got distracted. We have to remodel the bathroom, and I got caught up looking at Lowe's for stuff... and realized that if I'm going to get that nap, I'm going to have to skip cleaning...

Darn.

Asthma?

Today I woke up in the best mood, which hasn't been the case lately. I'm usually grouchy, and moody, and sleepy all day. Today has been great so far, except it is now lunch time, and I have no idea what we're going to eat. Oh well. I've cleaned, and swept, and mopped, and folded the gazillion loads of laundry that has been sitting around in clothes baskets for a while now. Hey, they were clean, what more do you want from me?! I wish I knew why I woke up in such a good mood, so it would happen every day.

Jonah went to the doctor three times last week, with his asthma. The first visit, was because he kinda had a little cough, and he kinda had a little runny nose, and I really wanted the referral for him to get more speech therapy. That was Monday.

Monday night, he started having asthma attacks, which he hasn't had any in over 9 months. I was excited, he turned five and hadn't had any asthma attacks in so long, so I thought he had out grown it.

Negative.

Two breathing treatments Monday night, and he woke up acting fine Tuesday morning, so I sent him to school. They called me around 10, saying that he was complaining of his stomach hurting, so I went and picked him up. He was fine, we cooked while we waited for his daddy to come home, watched some tv, had a good day. Until about 3:45.

He started having an attack, completely freaking out, I was trying to give him a breathing treatment, and his eyes started rolling in the back of his head and he was falling asleep. My husband is a retard, and said, "Oh, he's just sleepy." No no no, this is not normal.

I loaded him up, and when we got to the doctors office, Jonah pulse ox was 93. So I'm sure that it was worse before we got there, you know, when his eyes were rolling in the back of his head and all.

One lung x-ray later, an inhaler, an oral steroid, and a cough medicine with a steroid in it too, we were sent home.

I took him back Friday. Monday and Tuesday, we saw the nurse practitioner. Friday, we see the doctor, he's just a family doctor, this is not a pediatrician's office. He decided that Jonah doesn't have asthma. Wait. What? What do you mean he doesn't have asthma? I'm confused. For the past three years, I've been told he has asthma, have been treating him for asthma, ripped all of the carpet out of my house, because he has asthma, bought air purifiers, because he has asthma, I buy the $15 air filters for the central unit, because they're supposed to be better for people with asthma, I only clean the house while Jonah is gone, because he has asthma, I bought the allergen mattress covers and pillow covers, because he has asthma, and now you see him for three minutes and say it's not asthma? Well, what ARE these attacks of him not being able to breath, eyes rolling in the back of his head, a pulse ox of 93 after one of said attacks, what is it then? He doesn't know.

He has referred Jonah to a lung doctor, which I think in a great idea either way. Tomorrow, I'm taking Jonah to his pediatrician, and see what he says about all this. Which is what I should have done in the first place.

He seems to be doing a little better, and I sent him to school today. The meds are making him act like a crack head, I feel so sorry for his teacher.