Monday, February 4, 2013

Sick

There is nothing that I hate more than a sick Reese...
 
She has the influenza because our doctor's visit last month was such a mess that I forgot to ask about flu shots.  It started with Charlotte then Matt got it and now Reese.  All of the ones from the Powers/Wazny clan who didn't get flu shots.  She is just miserable today.  She doesn't want me to leave her side, even if I just have to go to the bathroom.  She is running a temp around 100 and has thrown up a couple times.  I cannot tell if those barfs were necessary or just her knowing that she will get a little adrenaline rush from it that makes her feel better for a little bit.  I am seriously ready for her to feel better.  I hate feeling helpless like this.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Quote

Reese: Mom, why don't they call it boy cheese?
Me: Haha! No it is GRILLED cheese not girl cheese!

Girls!

I had these two on my couch this morning!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Reminder

I keep this next to my desk at work because sometimes I need it as a reminder.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Kids are expensive...

I just received my year end statement from Reese's school that said I spent almost $7,000 on childcare last year.  All I have to say is, thank god for foster payments and my dad's help.  That figure makes me want to throw-up a little bit.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Big Girl

Where did this little chubby faced baby go?

Taken January 19, 2011

Fence

Reese has started standing at the fence at preschool to watch me as I leave her.  I turn around every two seconds to wave or say that I love her.  If I have gone too long without turning around, she will yell something to me.  She moves down the fence as I walk to the parking lot then she waves as I get into my car to leave.  When I sit down in my car to go, I cry every time.  I absolutely hate having to spend forty hours a week away from her.  As much as she tries my patience and pushes my buttons, I wish with all of my heart that I could be a stay-at-home mom so that I could have that time with her.

I wanted to put that in writing so that when she grows older and thinks about having a working mom, she knows that I would have given anything in the world to be able to stay home with her.  We have both started talking more about how much we miss each other when we are at school/work.  I think she needs to hear just how much I think about her and miss her while I am working.