At least they can't eat you

This is one of my mom's favorite phrases. I guess it's her way of saying no matter how bad things get, they could always be worse. But like typical Mom, she prefers to say it with humor.

Kels has the flu. Yup, type B influenza. This after I made both kids get their flu shots in November. And mean ol' Mommy made them both get the flu and H1N1, one in each arm, and now~ she gets the flu anyway. What was the point in the shot I must wonder. I don't think I'm the only Mom wondering it either. My pharmacist didn't have the tami-flu in stock, so she had to call another pharmacy. And another. And then another. Who did have it, but only a few boxes left.

So for 3 weeks now my house has smelled like Lysol and Bleach. I am really beginning to hate the smell of bleach. Mom thinks it is a conspiracy with Lysol and it is delivering flu bugs into my house instead of killing them.

My friend Leighann and I are wondering if there is such as thing as "too clean". Maybe every house "needs" a little bit of dirty (oh wouldn't that be wonderful?!).I know the whole 'you need to have some germs and dust to build up immunity' spiel,but the thought of NOT cleaning...ewww. Can't do it. Perhaps I have watched one too many lysol commercials (c'mon you know the one where the kid reaches for the phone and it is covered in yuckies?).

Rob thinks he is either getting sick, or that I have it out for him.

He has been battling something on and off for the past week and today hit his stomach. Well something did anyway (and I fear it really may have been my fault).I made his lunch today and instead of his usual peanut butter sandwiches I made him turkey. With mayo. Bad mayo (I found out later, I swear I didn't know at the time). In his mind I was a little too insistent on him taking turkey instead of peanut butter. In reality I was, but only because he and Kelsey ask for lunch meat then they open it, eat a little and the rest goes to waste. I'm tired of wasting money on lunch meat just to throw it away. Anywho.... Yeah, maybe a little my fault.

Colin, bless his heart just had to have a baby tooth pulled the other day. He was a trooper. An adult tooth came in right over his baby tooth and it was loose, but just not enough to fall out. Luckily we have the best dentist in the world and she saved the day.

Caydance. Well, back to the original statment~ At least they can't eat you? It doesn't apply to Caydie. She'll try. In fact she'll eat anything if given the opportunity~ I swear she thinks laundry day is an all you can eat buffet. And Colin learned the hard way to put his Bakugan toys away (the living room table doesn't count because that just takes the work out of it for Caydie- no bending involved to get the toy, just reach and take).We discovered a trail of parts leading from the living room to Caydie's crate in the playroom. On the bright said (as in it could be worse) She left a trail so we knew what she did and were able to find the parts so she didn't digest them. Just chewed them to oblivion. Bonus.

Outside of the house~ My brother deployed for the next 8 months. He is in Haiti right now(or should be, or will be by the time he reads this- Hi Scott!). And a big Hi and hug for my wonderful sister in law MaryBeth.

Now that I have ranted for a bit, I'm glad I ended on a note about Scott and Haiti because Mom is right- It can always be worse, or in her words,
"At least they can't eat you."