How Much....

I hate to come on my blog and complain and vent and worry about things, but really, this seems the best place to do it. 3 weeks ago, 2 out of the 3 kids and Greg all went to the doctor with strep. Lauryn also had scarlet fever. They all seem to be over that, and now I've got kids with fevers, colds, a ruptured ear drum, and a nine year old complaining (she has been for a couple months) about how her back hurts. Seriously, at nine years old? My dad was also having some problems a couple of weeks ago, and in the process of being checked out in the emergency room, they found he has a mass in/on one of his kidneys. It was a good thing that another problem sent him in to the ER, or he never would have known! (well, at least not right away) He had an MRI done last week, and his doctors appointment was today to find out the results. He has cancer in his kidney. The doctors assure him it's treatable, and is contained to the one kidney right now.
Meanwhile, my sister in law is like 14 months pregnant. (ok, so I exaggerate) I have been planning on going to Oregon to help her with the baby when she gets home from the hospital. She requested that I come, I am not intruding. I have been waiting patiently, and not so patiently for a couple of weeks now. You would think I was the one pregnant! After all this thats going on, I just want to get away. Only for a week, but I need a break.

Diet Coke Addict

So last night I was talking online to a friend from High School. (Facebook is amazing. It feels like a big Band/HS reunion online!) He was commenting to me on a status I had posted a few days ago that said "Kelly is worried". He basically asked me "worried about what?" I told him, you know...it's not one thing. It's lots of things. He told me he used to be the same way. So he gave me a few suggestions, one of them being to stop drinking caffeine. I know this will help, but being the addict I am, I have never even thought it was a problem. It doesn't affect me is what I have been thinking for the last 18+ years. What could it hurt though. I told him I was going to give up the caffeine, starting today. It's already 4:30 pm. All I have had today is water and a Diet 7-Up. I can do this.

To Be Young Again

Last night Greg and I decided to go to a wedding reception. The couple who were married are in their early 20's, so fairly young. They did the typical reception line, cake smashing in the face, flower and garter throwing. It brought back so many memories of when we were married so LONG ago. (I guess 15 years isn't all that long) I felt a little jealous. Jealous of the newly married feeling. That excitement you feel when you realize you have been married for time and all eternity. The excitement of starting your life out together and not knowing what to expect. That excitement is still there today after all these years, but it's a different kind. A comfortable feeling. The newness has worn off, but I am still grateful for the choice I made to marry the love of my life.
(Sorry if this sounds kind of sappy)

Making it all go away

I have always been a worry wart. Always. I'm sure most people I come into contact with don't realize this, but why should they? I am very good at hiding that fact. My family on the other hand, knows all too well. What do I worry about? You name it, it's on the list! I worry about bills, my kids health, the election and Prop 8, our retirement account, money, whether or not I should get some cheesy job to help with the bills, my parents money and retirement (my Dad is a worry wart like me, so I know the whole scoop there to, just to add to my list.) The list could go on. I am really surprised I haven't had more anxiety attacks than I have. I think I need a personal assistant to follow me through life and tell me what is a legitimate worry, and what really doesn't matter in the long run. Oh wait. I have one of those. Greg tells me all the time that the stuff I worry about is not worth the stress. His philosophy is..."Can I do anything about it?" and if not, why worry. Ah, I wish I inherited this trait from my mom, who also feels that way.