Infant Medicine Recall
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Things that scare me
In the spirit of Halloween Michelle at scribbit has asked her readers to write about things that scare them for this months Write away contest. I thought about making this a serious post about things that really truly almost paralyze me with fear at the thought of them (losing a child, husband, etc.) but then I decided since Halloween is good light fun, I’d make this post light as well. So without further ado, I give you:
5 things that scare the tar out of Summer
1) Natural bodies of water - You shall never find me swimming in a pond, lake or ocean. I will walk barefoot in a stream, enjoy the tide rushing in over my ankles, but I will never swim in a natural body of water. The thought of what could be beneath me, is simply too heebie jeebie-ish to handle.
2) Bees - I’m now old enough that I don’t run screaming from every bee I see, though that doesn’t mean the impulse isn’t there. This fear stems from my first stinging as a five year old. I did nothing to provoke it. All bees are just out to get me you see.
3) Moths - How is it that I love Butterflies and hate moths you ask?
Well, moths come out at night. They find a way into your tent toward the flashlight with which you are using to tell spooky stories and they dart at you. Then when you go to sleep and think they’ve gone away you wake up to find three of them, dead and tangled in your hair.
4) Washington D.C. - Well, not D.C. itself, but living a mere 45 minutes away from it truly scares me in this day in age.
5) Any insect or spider that is to big too squish, or too strong to be vacuumed up - ‘Nuff said

It’s Back…
…the carnival that took the blogging world by storm.
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Why is it so hard to just go to bed?
I’m a night owl. Always have been. I’m rarely in bed before midnight each night, and it’s not the baby’s fault. You would think that the boys waking me up somewhere between 5 and 6 freaking a.m. EVERY morning would help me mend my ways, but I guess I’m a slow learner in this area.
Then again, I actually went to sleep at 10:30 two nights ago, got 7 hours of sleep instead of 5, and felt more groggy and tired and grumpy that day than I had in a long time. So what’s the point?
And why do my kids think they need to get up that early? They’ve been doing it for over two years. I long for the day when I’m fighting to get them up and ready for school. I would love to start my day not being woken up by bickering or banging of toys on walls.
*sigh*




























