This Just In…

I’ve been craving a clove cig for months now but it’s been too cold outside for me to smoke. And I don’t smoke inside because it isn’t good for the boys.

Now that it’s finally warm enough outside for em to smoke a clove, I have open sores in my mouth from where they pulled the two teeth. But the time my mouth heals from that, I’ll be having 2 more teeth pulled.

So it’s going to be over a month before I can smoke the clove I’m craving.

I’m not a hardcore smoker of anything. The only things I do smoke are cigars, which I haven’t had in forever and my cloves. A single pack of cloves will last me months though so it isn’t too bad of a habit for me. I could be a lot worse.

I just love how they taste. Clove tastes so good.

Oh, and you don’t inhale cloves or cigars. So it isn’t as bad on my lungs as actual cigs would be.

Still a bad habit, I know.

This Just In…

I’ve been craving a clove cig for months now but it’s been too cold outside for me to smoke. And I don’t smoke inside because it isn’t good for the boys.

Now that it’s finally warm enough outside for em to smoke a clove, I have open sores in my mouth from where they pulled the two teeth. But the time my mouth heals from that, I’ll be having 2 more teeth pulled.

So it’s going to be over a month before I can smoke the clove I’m craving.

I’m not a hardcore smoker of anything. The only things I do smoke are cigars, which I haven’t had in forever and my cloves. A single pack of cloves will last me months though so it isn’t too bad of a habit for me. I could be a lot worse.

I just love how they taste. Clove tastes so good.

Oh, and you don’t inhale cloves or cigars. So it isn’t as bad on my lungs as actual cigs would be.

Still a bad habit, I know.

This Just In…

Luke is currently downstairs, in the basement (me and Pat’s room) watching TV, by himself. He’s in the pack ‘n’ play so he’s safe. However he freaks out and tells me to go away whenever I go down there. At first I was like holy shit this isn’t a good idea. Then it dawned on me: He naps down there by himself. He goes to bed down there by himself. The only difference is that the tv and the light are on. Oh and he’s pulled to where he can see the tv. Add in the fact that half the time he’s down there in the exact set up I’m passed out in bed napping… He’s safe. Besides, I check on him often. The only thing he’s done that I don’t approve of is he removed his clothing. Which is something he does. So really, as much as my heart is pounding over this, he’s fine. This is just a baby step he’s taking towards freedom. And really, the temper tantrum he throws when I offer to bring him up here so isn’t worth it.

The Following Post Talks About Poopin’ and Pukin’

You’ve been warned.

It seems Luke was contagious.

I started pukin’ at around 7pm Wednesday night and puked through the night. I was done pukin’ by 8am the following morning. Unfortunately the diarrhea that started at the same time lasted much longer. I missed most of my work shift for Thursday but I did manage to drag myself in from 4-7. Unfortunately a wave of dehydration hit me hard when I got there and I spent about the first 30 minutes sitting, unable to move. I was dizzy, shaky, and covered in a cold sweat. After I got some water in me, the first to stay in me all day, I felt much better and was able to be functional.

Luke puked one more time Wednesday night, the first since Monday’s sickness.

Pat woke up 2am early this morning pukin’ and poopin’.

Then when Thomas woke up for school he complained of a belly ache. Needless to say, we kept him home as a precaution. Sure enough by 9:30 he was pukin’ too.

Day of Suck aka My Day

I’ll skip to the highlights.

I got 2 teeth pulled today. I knew about the one. I was surprised by the other. The one I knew about was the molar that’s in bad shape. The surprise one was the top wisdom tooth on the same (right) side. I knew I would be losing my wisdom teeth. I didn’t know I was losing one today. I’m not upset. That means I can get everything pulled in 2 visits instead of 3. Then I also got a filling in the lower right wisdom tooth. So lots of major dental work today. I don’t really feel any pain right now. It’s only been recently that I regained feeling to that side of my mouth. The gauze is driving me crazy. I don’t really want to use it but I know I have to until it stops bleeding. The suckage part is that I keep yawning and then I have to readjust the gauze with each yawn.

Sophie, our cat, is missing. Technically she went missing yesterday and not today. We just figured she’d wander back by now. We keep hoping that if she gets hungry enough she’ll come home. She got out because a door was carelessly left open. Not by anyone who lives here. But meanwhile my 6-year-old’s heart has been ripped into two. He loves that cat. We’ve seen her out and about in the neighborhood but every time we get close, she runs. She is faster than us and can get into tight spaces. There are a lot of fenced yards with spacing underneath. So despite the sightings we haven’t been able to catch her as of yet. So like I said, we keep hoping she just shows up looking for food. We all miss her.

Oh quick note about the person who left the door open. They feel really bad, it was a pure accident, and we aren’t mad at them. Frustrated at the situation, but not mad at them.

Our new van. Got love the new puke smell. Yep, I said puke. Luke managed to prove he is still capable of projectile vomiting. Of course we weren’t near home. He coated his car seat and what he was wearing. We had to remove his clothing and the padding from the car seat. I wiped everything else on the car seat down with snow to get it almost clean. It was a mess and it smelled really bad. We don’t know why he got sick. He has no other symptoms. He just puked and then stopped and then puked and then stopped and then done.

I was suppose to go to this church thing with my sister. A bible learning or something like that. I’m not sure. She asked me to go. While I’m openly not Christian and almost as openly, in fact Pagan, I’m still fascinated with religion so I agreed to go. Anyway between the pulled teeth and the puke I’m just not going to be able to get out of the house so it looks like that is getting pushed back a week.

This has just been a craptastic day.

I’ll Laugh Later

I’m getting Luke ready for bed. Or rather I’m trying to get Luke, to get Luke ready for bed. He’s running back and forward between the living room and the kitchen, passing the basement door with each lap. I’m standing at the open basement door trying to catch hold as he runs past, without the energy to chase him down and losing patience fast.

Me (loud): Lucas Jay Marrs I don’t have the patience for this. Will you come here please?
Lucas (equally loud from the kitchen): NO!

Pat and his brother David lose it. David goes into the kitchen to catch him for me and I get hold of Luke from there. I take him down to the basement to get his diaper changed and to dress him in his jammies. All through this process he chants, “I’m funny! I’m funny! I’m funny!”

Kids. When you don’t want to kill them, you’re wanting to laugh with them.