Good Grief!! What is up with the flies!?!!? 
47 count them FOURTY SEVEN I have killed in the last two days!
And there are STILL several buzzing about my head! 
I can’t help but think about that scene in Amityville Horror! Yeah, I can’t believe I’m admitting to watching that movie either… but I was young and stupid at the time! And I didn’t watch all of it (as if that makes it better, I saw enough scary stuff) anyway… It’s just ridiculous and warrior mom is getting angry, very angry.  I was at WallyWorld last night shopping and meant to pick up a fly strip thing for our breezeway because they are coming in from there but I forgot… arrggg… we are up to 57 now, and apparently it’s “procreating season” and they’ve chosen our house as their “love shack”… but hey, makes’em easier to kill two at once!! 
But the world is better now, Sam just brought me my coffee… Coffee makes everything better… even flies!
Ok, Warrior Mom off to conqure her realm once again!!  (at least this time the baby is sleeping and Vienna is watching Sesame Street and pretending to eat her oatmeal, that she begged me for….hummmpphhh, Warrior Mom will deal with our successors later… back to the flies).

Warrior Mom!!!
Today I was Warrior Mom!  Xena’s got nothing on me!!! 

Sword in hand (that would be a fly swatter) carrying my infant damsel in the other I roamed all of our domain killing evil at every turn!!  No fewer than fifteen evil villains have been slain in the realm thanks to Warrior Mom!!  No longer will those fly commando’s disturb my children, or me for that matter, again. And soon, their fellow soldiers (who are still for some reason plentiful! geeshh)  will be dead as well… for no one can escape… WARRIOR MOM!!!  (Sam offered to buy me a leather bikini for the task… I declined, it wouldn’t be fair to the flies, they’d drop dead from the sight of me…)

****is it the lack of sleep or the incessant screaming of the day that have led me to the insanity that is this post? we may never know***

The worst part of the job isn’t the lack of sleep, it’s not the poopie diapers, runny noses or even the screaming in decibels beyond the threshold of audible pain.  No, the worst part of the job is their pain.  Physical or emotional, pain is the pits, often necessary, but never fun!  Nightmares and medical procedures, they top the list on this mommy’s concerns, as we’ve had both this month.

Night before last night was one of those  nights.  Vienna woke up screaming once again, we’ve had this several times this month.  The worst thing is that she can’t seem to tell me what happened and what’s going on, so it often takes quite some time to figure out if it is physical pain or emotional pain from a nightmare.  Especially since she’s had those infections that give her pain, I worry that I’m getting it wrong. Does your head hurt, did you have a bad dream, does it hurt here, are you happy, are you scared, do you know whats wrong?   That night Vienna answered yes to every question.  If we tried to put her back into her bed she would scream as if you were lowering her into a vat of scaling oil!  NOT fun!  Especially at one in the morning when you’ve had lack of sleep all week. 

Then there’s the medical stuff, it’s awful when you have to try to explain to a two year old that it won’t last.  It’s hard even just figuring out what is wrong half the time when they can’t clearly communicate what hurts, how it hurts, when it started or what have you… oh man!  I am sooooo not looking forward to her procedure on October 3rd.  it’s coming up sooo soon.  I’m wondering if the doctors can prescribe me some vailum that day?

Last night was another nightmare night, though it didn’t seem as bad, but we were up twice with each child last night. And since we stayed up later just talking between ourselves (dealing with my attitude, oh so fun) we’re a touch on the exhausted side   Yeah… all part in parcel to the wife/mommy gig…

It’s still the best job in the world for me.

Define overdoing  it?  I was asked reprimanded for overdoing it by a friend (via email) today… My response was the afore written question.  Then I got to thinking about it… I have been exhausted, but I didn’t feel like I’d really over done it too much… until I wrote the following out for myself:

Ziva’s been out for 9 weeks now or 63 days

Of those 63 days we have had 29 days without overnight company.

Of those 29 days we’ve had “day company” for more than a meal or a few hours for at least 5 of those days…

So, of the 63 days I’ve had Ziva, I’ve had 24 days without “company” wow!!  (This does not count days where we had multiple visitors for less than an hour or two)

Two of those days I did have friends come over to hold the baby while I did some work around the house (THANK GOODNESS or this place would REALLY be a mess!!)

In that time frame I have gone with company to the following places:

Beach (Lincoln City, Look Out at Cape Fowl Weather, Dory Cove, Depoe Bay and Spirit Mountain)

Rose Garden

Pittock Mansion

Timberline Lodge

Multnomah Falls

Attempted to go to the beach but turned because of traffic, went swimming at my brothers instead

Had three family BBQ’s at my brother’s house

Two Family Birthday parties (dad and Vienna’s)

Ziva’s dedication and lunch after with the family

Silver Creek Falls

All Day at Ikea with Esther

OHSU/Dornbecker Children’s Hospital for Vienna’s kidney scan (without company)

Two visits to Silverton Hospital for blood draws (one for each child, but without company on one of them)

Two “Well Baby” visits (one for each child, and newborn visit for Ziva) (no company for one, but with company for the other)

AND I sorted through two sizes of baby clothes, swapped out Vienna’s closet once, swapped out my closet with regular vs. maternity clothes…

And I wonder why I feel like hiding in a cave at the moment…