Thursday, 28 November 2013

Night Terrors

Threepeat has had two night terrors in the past week.

He had one quite some time ago, but it wasn't as long and scary as the ones this week.

He "wakes" from a sound sleep, in a complete panic.  He is crying, shaking, sweating and looks WIDE awake.  He hyperventilates and absolutely freaks out, in sheer terror.  And he won't let Hubster and I console him.  If we hug him, he pushes us away and runs around the room, shrieking.

After the first one on Tuesday night, he wouldn't go back to sleep.  Each time he tried, he would wake up with a start, shaking and inconsolably crying and screaming.  We ended up reading him a book, giving him some water and eventually, he went back to sleep, but the sleep for the rest of the night was fitful.  He whimpered and jumped in his sleep all night.  In the morning, we talked about it and he remembered it all, even recounting his horrible dream about swords in his neck.

Last night, he had a shorter one, but just as dramatic.  Shaking, sweating, was just awful.  I ended up turning on Treehouse TV and he fell back to sleep after watching "Harry and His Bucket Full of Dinosaurs" for about five minutes.  The rest of the night was uneventful.  This morning, Middleman asked me what was wrong with Threepeat last night.  I said, "He had a bad dream" and Threepeat said, "No!  That wasn't last night, it was the night before!"  So clearly, he doesn't remember last night's episode.

Night terrors are awful!  It's so weird and scary that his eyes are wide open and he speaks to us, albeit in a bit of a half-asleep manner, but yet he doesn't seem to recognize us.  And the fact that he can be so coherent and yet not remember it in the morning is so eerie.

I hope that with the measures we are putting into place: earlier bedtime, nice quiet book before bed, no sugar after supper, small snack before bed will ensure that we don't have many more of these horrible nights to deal with.

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Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Wordless Wednesday

Tyler will soon be on his way!  We look forward to his arrival at our house on December 1st!
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Thursday, 14 November 2013

Throwback Thursday

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Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Wordless Wednesday

My sweet Dudley-Boy <3 p="">
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Tuesday, 12 November 2013

House of sickies

In our house right now...

I have a lingering dry cough (it's been three weeks)
Threepeat has a lingering cold (it's been three weeks)
Middleman has suspected pneumonia (we are awaiting x-ray results, but he has already started antibiotics)
The Boy Who Shall Not Be Mentioned has suspected strep throat...heading over to the walk-in this afternoon
Hubster has a dry cough

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Monday, 11 November 2013


I'm not sure why it affects me so much because I don't know anyone personally who died at war.  I have great uncles and grandparents who fought in the war, but none of them really wanted to talk about it.  But Remembrance Day is always such an emotional day for me.  I always observe a moment of silence at 11:00, but that silence is usually broken by my quiet sniffles.  The bagpipes get me every time.

I think not only of those who suffered so much, those who ultimately gave their lives, the mothers and fathers of the dead, the children of the dead, the brothers and sisters and husbands and wives of the dead.  And my heart breaks.  I can't imagine the fear that all of them felt...not knowing whether their loved one was alive, suffering, dead...there were no cellphones then to just call and check in.  Some mothers went to their graves not knowing whether their child was alive or dead...just knowing they were MIA.  Horrifying.

So today, I will close my office door at 11:00 and I will watch a Remembrance Day service streamed over my computer.  And I will cry.  And I will pray.  And I will remember...all those I never knew, but owe my freedom to.

Thank you veterans.  Thank you unknown soldiers.  Thank you mothers and fathers, whose children gave their lives for us...for ME.  

I will never, ever forget.

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Friday, 8 November 2013

Happy Friday!

This has been a very long week.  The funeral on Tuesday really hit me hard and my heart has been heavy all week.

Direct Energy was supposed to come to clean our air ducts on November 1st between 12:00 and 4:00 pm.  I worked from home that day so that I could be there for them.  At 12:10, they called to say their truck broke down and they would have to reschedule.  I was frustrated, but understand, $hit happens.  They rescheduled for yesterday.

I worked from home again in order to be there for between 2:00 and 6:00 for the duct cleaning.  I received a call at 10:00 to say that the truck was in the shop and they would have to reschedule.  In the famous words of  Q107's "The Champ", I LOSE it.  I told them that I had taken two days from work to be home and that rescheduling a second time was unacceptable.  After being on hold for 45 minutes, the woman came back to tell me that there was nothing they could do and the earliest they could come out would be December 11th.  Bear in mind that I hadn't put on my furnace yet this season, in anticipation of having clean ducts before I started it up.  I was not going to wait until December 11th.  I cancelled them, sent a nasty email and called Sears.

What a difference in the level of service!  Sears had an estimator on my street that morning, so he was at my house within the hour to go through the house, look at the furnace and give me a quote.  The quote was much higher than Direct Energy's quote, but he explained what they would do, how they would do it and how it differed from Direct Energy's work.  Now, I am SO glad that Direct Energy didn't show up!  Sears is coming on November 27th to clean all the ducts, service the furnace and the AC system, which he showed me is leaking.  They also promised not to reschedule and to send another truck if the one scheduled for my house breaks down! LOL!

I ended up turning on the furnace yesterday afternoon because it was just so cold.  After a big puff of dust and about ten minutes of stinkiness, the house is warm and I am a happy camper.

This weekend will be spent super-cleaning my house.  Now that Hubster is back at work, we are both out of the house all day, every day and the mess in the house proves it.  So, I talked him into letting me get a cleaning lady every two weeks.  She starts next Friday, so I have to get the house in order for her to get crackin'.  It makes us all laugh that we are cleaning for the cleaning lady, but I want her to spend her time CLEANING, not tidying up clutter, and the house is very cluttered right now.

Middleman and the boy who shall not be named brought home FANTASTIC report cards last night.  Both averaging in the high 80's.  I am SO SO SO proud of them.  They certainly didn't get their brains from me!  Threepeat will bring home his report card next week and based on his work ethic and how he is excelling in math and reading, I expect he will have an awesome report card too!

Work is awesome.  I have amazing employees and colleagues.  Hubster is settling into his job nicely and he likes the people he works with.

I'm feeling really blessed right now.

Happy Friday friends!  I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! Pin It

Thursday, 7 November 2013

Throwback Thursday




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Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Another sad reality check.

I had to attend a funeral today.  A funeral for a man taken much too soon.  He was 42 years young.

This man was the father of one of the boys on Middleman's past soccer team.  He had a son, 14 and a daughter, 9.  He had a young, beautiful wife.  And now, he's gone.

His wife was, understandably, beside herself.  So much so that I couldn't stay in the room.  But I still heard her sobs, every few minutes as someone else walked through the receiving line to console her.  It was gut-wrenching.

His son, looking so grown up and handsome in his grey suit, spent most of his time in the lobby as well.  Probably feeling pain that no 14 year old should ever feel.  He was emotion...not on the outside anyway.  He was surrounded by several of his friends, a few of which were also Middleman's past teammates.  His little sister was not there.  She was left home with a relative, in the safety and oblivion of her home.

Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma took him in less than six months.  We saw him in early July when Middleman's new team played against his old team.  He looked dreadful.  Thin, grey, bald, sick.  We were shocked because we hadn't heard that he was sick.  He was still undergoing major chemotherapy then.

We saw him again in September at soccer tryouts...just over a month ago.  He had regained some of his lost weight, his hair was growing back and he had colour in his face again.  Only one more treatment and he would be done.  I don't know what happened after that.  I received a text message on Friday night from my friend to tell me he had passed away the day before...on Halloween.

He was self-employed.  His wife is a stay-at-home Mom.  I can't imagine the fear she is facing now.  How will she support her young children?  What will she do?  Where will she go?  My heart breaks for her.

And so, once again, I was given a reality check.  Cancer can strike anyone.  At anytime.  Cancer doesn't care if you are male, female, young, old, black, just doesn't care.  Cancer sucks.  BIG time. Pin It
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