It is incredible how productive a person can be when they are stuck at home. That would be me this past weekend.
Friday night Skadi fell asleep early saying she wasn't feeling well. By 11:30pm, she was up. Every 30 minutes she was up. Until 4am.
We would just start to fall asleep when she would yell again, "MOMMY I FREWUP!"
And AB and I would start the routine all over, AB swapping out towels under her head or changing sheets as necessary, me pulling off her jammies, wiping off her face, getting her a drink of water and comforting her. It was a long night.
We aren't used to this routine. My daughter, like me, gets carsick. But viral stomach stuff isn't a common visitor in our house. I read on Facebook updates from friends whose kids are sick, once again, with the stomach flu and I give thanks that it isn't us. Now, viral respiratory crud knows our address well.
I felt awful for my daughter, but figured I might as well make the most of the weekend stuck at home by actually doing some of the things I have been talking about tackling.
My October goal is to organize spaces. Namely, the kids' drawers and closets, their toys (I am itching to get rid of lots of plastic things that reside in the bottoms of toy buckets - I can't watch Toy Story right now, it might ruin my mojo). I also have stacks upon stacks of things to go back into the pretty play room. I need to go through all that stuff first. I refuse to put things back that we won't use or will just be clutter. I am not getting rid of the kids' Geotrax, the play kitchen and play food or the Little People things. Those items got a free pass back into the playroom. Everything else has had to prove its worthiness. Also on the reorg list is the garage... AB and his sister have been working that.
Accomplished? Skadi's dresser, her closet, her bedroom toys and 80% of the toys sorted for the playroom. Four large Rubbermaid bins were filled with size 2T clothes and baby/toddler toys. Not to mention the garage was worked to the just over 50% point. (Can you tell I am in earned value mode? Percent completes. I deem this project to be on schedule with a positive cost variance... I haven't spent any money on this project... yet.)
On top of the reorg going on in the house we also tackled spaghetti sauce this weekend and ended Saturday with 19 containers of fresh (now frozen) sauce. AB and I started this ritual either before or after Leif was born. We can't really remember. But in the 6 or so years we have perfected our recipe and even the kids don't care for the bottled stuff. We eat a lot of spaghetti sauce throughout the year - this should last us about 6 months we figure. I like knowing that this staple of ours all fresh at the peak vegies and no sugar.
I think it was Alice Waters who said, "if you have to add sugar to your spaghetti sauce then make pesto".
On Sunday we started the morning with homemade pumpkin pie (described yesterday) and load after load of laundry.
Of course the downside to this extreme productivity in a germ laden house is that come Monday night child #2 started vomiting. AB and I felt the nausea worm over us that evening and both woke up and told respective employers we would see them Wednesday.
As I am feeling much better I am thinking I can attempt continued organization efforts upstairs.
Or I could just go watch Glee instead.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, February 02, 2009
Frustratus Maximus
Laryngitis.
I haven't been so frustrated in a long time.
I woke up this morning unable to speak. I squeaked instead. I couldn't order Leif to move quicker with any effectiveness so he missed TumbleBus. Oh well, he has two more opportunities to catch it.
I dropped Skadi off and yes, got to explain to the teachers that I could not speak.
I got to work and one of the guys on my project came to my door to find out why I had e-mailed instead of walking down the hall.
"Oh that's why!" he says within minutes. And proceeds to talk. And expect responses.
AB called and laughed when I answered the phone - then recommended that I not answer the phone anymore. I took him up on that suggestion. I ignored the phone ringing (pretty sure my neighbors wondered what was up with me) and then got messages and e-mailed people right back.
I had a teleconference at noon. THAT was going to be interesting since I phone in from my office. I e-mailed and let my coworker and the organizers that yes, I would be phoning in, but I had no voice.
They didn't really believe me or something. Normal protocal is that I phone in and after the beep you announce your name and company. I couldn't do it.
Suddenly the booming voice on the speaker says, "who just signed in, announce yourself".
I squeaked, "it's NM from XNL."
Of course it couldn't be dropped and a couple of the others on the telecon decided to ask me all sorts of questions then.
My afternoon was quiet.
Then I went and got Leif who thought it was HI-LARIOUS that I still couldn't talk. He took to whispering too.
"Speak up honey," I would squeak, "I can't hear you."
"You speak up too mommy," he would say, "I can't hear you either."
Sigh.
The worst of the whole day was going to get my haircut. I needed a haircut bad so I didn't want to cancel it. But try sitting in the chair unable to speak a word! My stylist took pity on me and made an effort not to ask too many questions.
AB got to do both bedtimes tonight since my reading abilities are on hiatus.
Hoping for a voice tomorrow!
Oh and I AM blaming this on my girlfriends, we yapped and yapped yesterday!
I haven't been so frustrated in a long time.
I woke up this morning unable to speak. I squeaked instead. I couldn't order Leif to move quicker with any effectiveness so he missed TumbleBus. Oh well, he has two more opportunities to catch it.
I dropped Skadi off and yes, got to explain to the teachers that I could not speak.
I got to work and one of the guys on my project came to my door to find out why I had e-mailed instead of walking down the hall.
"Oh that's why!" he says within minutes. And proceeds to talk. And expect responses.
AB called and laughed when I answered the phone - then recommended that I not answer the phone anymore. I took him up on that suggestion. I ignored the phone ringing (pretty sure my neighbors wondered what was up with me) and then got messages and e-mailed people right back.
I had a teleconference at noon. THAT was going to be interesting since I phone in from my office. I e-mailed and let my coworker and the organizers that yes, I would be phoning in, but I had no voice.
They didn't really believe me or something. Normal protocal is that I phone in and after the beep you announce your name and company. I couldn't do it.
Suddenly the booming voice on the speaker says, "who just signed in, announce yourself".
I squeaked, "it's NM from XNL."
Of course it couldn't be dropped and a couple of the others on the telecon decided to ask me all sorts of questions then.
My afternoon was quiet.
Then I went and got Leif who thought it was HI-LARIOUS that I still couldn't talk. He took to whispering too.
"Speak up honey," I would squeak, "I can't hear you."
"You speak up too mommy," he would say, "I can't hear you either."
Sigh.
The worst of the whole day was going to get my haircut. I needed a haircut bad so I didn't want to cancel it. But try sitting in the chair unable to speak a word! My stylist took pity on me and made an effort not to ask too many questions.
AB got to do both bedtimes tonight since my reading abilities are on hiatus.
Hoping for a voice tomorrow!
Oh and I AM blaming this on my girlfriends, we yapped and yapped yesterday!
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
All Hands
I have been in my job for six years now. That makes 12 "All Hands Meetings" I should have attended.
I think I have gone to three.
Every.single.time there is one scheduled either I am sick or one of my kids are sick. I have come to expect that "All Hands" means "One sick family member".
I was determined to beat it this year. Leif's sick was last week. We all are nearly recovered from colds. Nobody was going to be sick.
Well and no one is. Except that yesterday at the mall, Skadi fell in the kid's play area where she was hanging with Leif and Daddy while I got a new watch battery.
And rechipped her tooth.
The repair job we had done about four months ago popped right off when she whacked her tooth on the slide.
Lovely.
I am certain they will fit her in during the All Hands Meeting tomorrow to fix it.
I think I have gone to three.
Every.single.time there is one scheduled either I am sick or one of my kids are sick. I have come to expect that "All Hands" means "One sick family member".
I was determined to beat it this year. Leif's sick was last week. We all are nearly recovered from colds. Nobody was going to be sick.
Well and no one is. Except that yesterday at the mall, Skadi fell in the kid's play area where she was hanging with Leif and Daddy while I got a new watch battery.
And rechipped her tooth.
The repair job we had done about four months ago popped right off when she whacked her tooth on the slide.
Lovely.
I am certain they will fit her in during the All Hands Meeting tomorrow to fix it.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Something to be thankful for
Leif was admitted to the hospital Wednesday morning for what was declared in the ER to be a "severe asthma attack". Tuesday evening in the bathtub he started wheezing, so I nebulized him. He had a little bit of a cold and had been complaining of a sore throat that day and the day prior.
At about 2am he woke up wheezing and asked for his "fertilizer". At 2am nothing much makes sense. Talking to a preschooler at that time of morning doesn't make it easier. Finally it dawned on me how much coughing he was doing. So I fertilized him. I started to get concerned as well and hauled him to bed with us where AB and I debated a trip to the ER right then. At 4am it was evident that things were not right, his breathing was labored. A little while later he woke up and said, "I can't breathe".
AB had just left for work (I knew this as I was not sleeping and instead watching Leif sleep). I called AB on his cell phone and he turned around, came inside and ran him off to the ER. I felt helpless and scared as I sat around the house at 5:30am waiting for Skadi to wake up so that I could get her ready and take her to daycare.
By the time I arrived at the hospital the decision to admit him had been made.
We walked down the halls of the pediatric ward and I was hit with how thankful I was.
My son was by far and away the healthiest child in the ward. Rooms with signs controlling exposure were everywhere. Rooms with children laying in beds.
I was thankful it was a chore to keep my son in bed.
Truly, I don't know how parents of sick children do it. I truly don't. My prayers are with them all.
At about 2am he woke up wheezing and asked for his "fertilizer". At 2am nothing much makes sense. Talking to a preschooler at that time of morning doesn't make it easier. Finally it dawned on me how much coughing he was doing. So I fertilized him. I started to get concerned as well and hauled him to bed with us where AB and I debated a trip to the ER right then. At 4am it was evident that things were not right, his breathing was labored. A little while later he woke up and said, "I can't breathe".
AB had just left for work (I knew this as I was not sleeping and instead watching Leif sleep). I called AB on his cell phone and he turned around, came inside and ran him off to the ER. I felt helpless and scared as I sat around the house at 5:30am waiting for Skadi to wake up so that I could get her ready and take her to daycare.
By the time I arrived at the hospital the decision to admit him had been made.
We walked down the halls of the pediatric ward and I was hit with how thankful I was.
My son was by far and away the healthiest child in the ward. Rooms with signs controlling exposure were everywhere. Rooms with children laying in beds.
I was thankful it was a chore to keep my son in bed.
Truly, I don't know how parents of sick children do it. I truly don't. My prayers are with them all.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Brutal
I just need to get this out and then I won't complain any more! Tired of whining - skip this.
6 weeks ago Skadi started vomiting.
A few days later AB and I got the crud.
AB's combined with Leif's cold.
5 weeks ago Leif, Skadi and AB have cold
4 weeks ago I got cold
3 weeks ago the cold was getting better and everyone was on the mend.
2 weeks ago Leif and I went to the Urgent Care - he had double ear infection, I had secondarily infecteed bronchitis and a sinus infection.
A week ago this coming Saturday Skadi started vomiting.
And didn't stop until Monday afternoon.
Combined with a cold.
AB took her to the doctor on Tuesday and she has a double ear infection (her first).
On Wednesday I got the cold.
Today driving home Leif started puking. (And is still puking.)
What exactly have I done? What karma did I violate? Should we just sell our infected house and move?
This has to end... doesn't it?
6 weeks ago Skadi started vomiting.
A few days later AB and I got the crud.
AB's combined with Leif's cold.
5 weeks ago Leif, Skadi and AB have cold
4 weeks ago I got cold
3 weeks ago the cold was getting better and everyone was on the mend.
2 weeks ago Leif and I went to the Urgent Care - he had double ear infection, I had secondarily infecteed bronchitis and a sinus infection.
A week ago this coming Saturday Skadi started vomiting.
And didn't stop until Monday afternoon.
Combined with a cold.
AB took her to the doctor on Tuesday and she has a double ear infection (her first).
On Wednesday I got the cold.
Today driving home Leif started puking. (And is still puking.)
What exactly have I done? What karma did I violate? Should we just sell our infected house and move?
This has to end... doesn't it?
Monday, April 28, 2008
The Plague
I count myself lucky that my family is healthy and we don't typically tend to get sick. A cold here and there, the occasional GI stuff that hangs for a day or so. But nothing out of the ordinary.
Until the month of April.
Our house has been afflicted with the plague. The exact date is still up in the air - AB insists he is going on a full four weeks of cold. He remembers starting Zicam on Thursday the 3rd. (This does mean I can blame him, right?) Then that following weekend Skadi had the stomach bug that wouldn't leave.
It took about a week for AB and I to officially kick the stomach crud. (Leif went unafflicted, thankfully.) But for AB it was concurrent stomach and cold virus. Lovely.
The kids got the cold virus and then - a week after everyone else, my body gave up the ghost and succumbed too.
AB saw the site nurse and was given an antibiotic prescription despite my insistence that it was a cold or the flu and that antbiotics wouldn't do anything. (One of my pet peeves... that antibiotics are frequently doled out for the common cold or the flu thus attributing to antibiotic resistance and plain it just does no good!)
Ok, so he MAY have needed them, he felt a little better afterwards.
This past Friday marked my two weeks of cold virus - it was on its way out. I had a nagging cough, but that was it.
Then on Saturday it started ALL over again with the runny nose and congestion. Leif woke up Sunday saying his ears hurt. He even went so far as to put bandaids on his ears. (Yes, I should have gotten a picture.)
Once my mom and stepdad took off I told AB I was taking him to the Urgent Care and reluctantly agreed that since I was taking Leif anyways, I should be seen.
See I insist on and make appointments for everyone else in my house but me to see the doctor. Truly, I am not sure why my aversion to the doctor aside from my insisting that I am fine, I am healthy, I don't need antibiotics. (Nor do I *really* want antibiotics - they do mean things to my stomach.)
Leif was diagnosed with double ear infections and got a prescription for antibiotics. (He DOES have a tendency towards bacterial ear infections after viral infections - we don't mess around with waiting it out with him.)
Me? A sinus infection and secondarily infected bronchitis. Heavy duty antibiotics for me.
So for all my insisting that I don't need antibiotics?
24 hours later and my life is different on antibiotics. Yeah yeah yeah.
Until the month of April.
Our house has been afflicted with the plague. The exact date is still up in the air - AB insists he is going on a full four weeks of cold. He remembers starting Zicam on Thursday the 3rd. (This does mean I can blame him, right?) Then that following weekend Skadi had the stomach bug that wouldn't leave.
It took about a week for AB and I to officially kick the stomach crud. (Leif went unafflicted, thankfully.) But for AB it was concurrent stomach and cold virus. Lovely.
The kids got the cold virus and then - a week after everyone else, my body gave up the ghost and succumbed too.
AB saw the site nurse and was given an antibiotic prescription despite my insistence that it was a cold or the flu and that antbiotics wouldn't do anything. (One of my pet peeves... that antibiotics are frequently doled out for the common cold or the flu thus attributing to antibiotic resistance and plain it just does no good!)
Ok, so he MAY have needed them, he felt a little better afterwards.
This past Friday marked my two weeks of cold virus - it was on its way out. I had a nagging cough, but that was it.
Then on Saturday it started ALL over again with the runny nose and congestion. Leif woke up Sunday saying his ears hurt. He even went so far as to put bandaids on his ears. (Yes, I should have gotten a picture.)
Once my mom and stepdad took off I told AB I was taking him to the Urgent Care and reluctantly agreed that since I was taking Leif anyways, I should be seen.
See I insist on and make appointments for everyone else in my house but me to see the doctor. Truly, I am not sure why my aversion to the doctor aside from my insisting that I am fine, I am healthy, I don't need antibiotics. (Nor do I *really* want antibiotics - they do mean things to my stomach.)
Leif was diagnosed with double ear infections and got a prescription for antibiotics. (He DOES have a tendency towards bacterial ear infections after viral infections - we don't mess around with waiting it out with him.)
Me? A sinus infection and secondarily infected bronchitis. Heavy duty antibiotics for me.
So for all my insisting that I don't need antibiotics?
24 hours later and my life is different on antibiotics. Yeah yeah yeah.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Decision making
Someone tell me that a preschooler's inability to make a decision is just a phase. Please?
AB and I are so so tired of the, "no I want apple juice, no grape juice, no blueberry juice!"
The school counselor suggested we handle this by saying, "ok, you can change your mind two more times". Then we stick with whatever the choice is after those two times.
This only means the meltdown comes sooner.
I have tried to slow him down, "think about what you really want, no answer is wrong".
This doesn't work.
Of course eliminating the decision making all together is seeming like a very valid option right now.
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I got a huge check today.
Well I got a huge check at work today. AB asked if I couldn't skim just a little off the top?
(JOKING!)
It would just figure though that I got my first big huge check on the day that I am out sick with an also sick one year old. And sick husband who is trying to study for an exam.
I didn't even feel up to toasting the installment with a decent glass of wine at our very bland dinner. (Leif - the only one not suffering GI distress - learned the merits of Top Ramen for dinner.)
"Mmm, I like this soup!"
Watch me fall over... he liked something!
AB and I are so so tired of the, "no I want apple juice, no grape juice, no blueberry juice!"
The school counselor suggested we handle this by saying, "ok, you can change your mind two more times". Then we stick with whatever the choice is after those two times.
This only means the meltdown comes sooner.
I have tried to slow him down, "think about what you really want, no answer is wrong".
This doesn't work.
Of course eliminating the decision making all together is seeming like a very valid option right now.
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I got a huge check today.
Well I got a huge check at work today. AB asked if I couldn't skim just a little off the top?
(JOKING!)
It would just figure though that I got my first big huge check on the day that I am out sick with an also sick one year old. And sick husband who is trying to study for an exam.
I didn't even feel up to toasting the installment with a decent glass of wine at our very bland dinner. (Leif - the only one not suffering GI distress - learned the merits of Top Ramen for dinner.)
"Mmm, I like this soup!"
Watch me fall over... he liked something!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Karma bites
So I take it back. I should have never linked the "Man Cold" video.
I have taken it on the tush in a bad way.
Details of why I am out of commission and why my internet time will be sparse - I AM a ticking time bomb.
Mild cold starting about 1.5 weeks ago. No biggy, I can deal. I am not a wuss like someone else I know... or so I thought.
Saturday comes and I can see this hindsite now. I was freezing. I sat on the couch under blankets and feeling a little dizzy. And wow my neck hurt. What DID I do? And why wasn't Hans feeling this? Oh right... he had to have a temp because we just figured out he had a rabid ear infection.
I got up in the night and felt my soundly sleeping daughter. Wow, she felt cool. That cannot be good. I bring her into bed with us (NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY - I won't write it 100 times for your benefit). Her night, then becomes crap, but I finally got up and took some Advil for my aching neck.
Sunday, more Advil for the aching neck all day. Sunday night I am a shivering ball on the bathroom floor and dizzy enough that I was fearful to stand. I started not feeling quite so with it.
Finally it dawns on me to take MY temperature... even though I never get fevers. Ever.
103F and I started panicking. Doctor tells me to take Advil and Tylenol and see her tomorrow. (Major duh regarding the night before, *I* was the sick one.)
Monday morning comes and I am feeling alright, I drop the kids at daycare and head to the doctors. I emphasize that I cannot be sick, I just am never THIS sick. This is silly. I just have a fever that won't stay away. Oh and a sore throat.
Rapid Strep test - Negative
Pneumonia - Negative (thank goodness)
Sinus Infection - Nope
Influenza A/B test - Negative
I will be better in a day or so, take it easy. I grab Wendy's for my husband (who stayed home) out of concern for me... and his ear that is still pounding.
Tuesday 2am and the vomiting starts. No Advil is staying down.
I tried to get up to go in for my SDR, reassured AB that I was fine and just needed to take a shower and stuff.
At 7am I am dry heaving in the toilet as Skadi laughs at me. Evil child.
I call AB and admit defeat - which requires him to drive nearly one hour back home. Thankfully he drove his car and didn't take the Vanpool. He gets there and gets the kids dressed while I lay on the floor moaning barking instructions about bottles and blankets. Then he whisks the kids off.
10 am Price Is Right with Drew Carry.
Wow, it is cold in here again... I thought I turned the thermostat up. I check. It's normal.
I check me - 102F.
11am Mythbusters (did you know Adam was on the Charmin commercial with Mr. Whipple?)
Call the doc and the nurse insists that I get Advil in me and clear fluids only. Oh and take all those prescription meds in my closet for nausea while pregnant with Skadi. Well not all at the same time. But take them as prescribed and then the Advil.
When is this going to stop?
I have taken it on the tush in a bad way.
Details of why I am out of commission and why my internet time will be sparse - I AM a ticking time bomb.
Mild cold starting about 1.5 weeks ago. No biggy, I can deal. I am not a wuss like someone else I know... or so I thought.
Saturday comes and I can see this hindsite now. I was freezing. I sat on the couch under blankets and feeling a little dizzy. And wow my neck hurt. What DID I do? And why wasn't Hans feeling this? Oh right... he had to have a temp because we just figured out he had a rabid ear infection.
I got up in the night and felt my soundly sleeping daughter. Wow, she felt cool. That cannot be good. I bring her into bed with us (NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY - I won't write it 100 times for your benefit). Her night, then becomes crap, but I finally got up and took some Advil for my aching neck.
Sunday, more Advil for the aching neck all day. Sunday night I am a shivering ball on the bathroom floor and dizzy enough that I was fearful to stand. I started not feeling quite so with it.
Finally it dawns on me to take MY temperature... even though I never get fevers. Ever.
103F and I started panicking. Doctor tells me to take Advil and Tylenol and see her tomorrow. (Major duh regarding the night before, *I* was the sick one.)
Monday morning comes and I am feeling alright, I drop the kids at daycare and head to the doctors. I emphasize that I cannot be sick, I just am never THIS sick. This is silly. I just have a fever that won't stay away. Oh and a sore throat.
Rapid Strep test - Negative
Pneumonia - Negative (thank goodness)
Sinus Infection - Nope
Influenza A/B test - Negative
I will be better in a day or so, take it easy. I grab Wendy's for my husband (who stayed home) out of concern for me... and his ear that is still pounding.
Tuesday 2am and the vomiting starts. No Advil is staying down.
I tried to get up to go in for my SDR, reassured AB that I was fine and just needed to take a shower and stuff.
At 7am I am dry heaving in the toilet as Skadi laughs at me. Evil child.
I call AB and admit defeat - which requires him to drive nearly one hour back home. Thankfully he drove his car and didn't take the Vanpool. He gets there and gets the kids dressed while I lay on the floor moaning barking instructions about bottles and blankets. Then he whisks the kids off.
10 am Price Is Right with Drew Carry.
Wow, it is cold in here again... I thought I turned the thermostat up. I check. It's normal.
I check me - 102F.
11am Mythbusters (did you know Adam was on the Charmin commercial with Mr. Whipple?)
Call the doc and the nurse insists that I get Advil in me and clear fluids only. Oh and take all those prescription meds in my closet for nausea while pregnant with Skadi. Well not all at the same time. But take them as prescribed and then the Advil.
When is this going to stop?
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The best tea ever
At Christmas last year in Colorado I managed to make it to P.F. Changs. Ok, I managed to make it there twice. Love that place. Word is (well word was the morning that Skadi was born and we were watching the news while I was in labor) that a P.F. Changes is coming here. I fear this was a cruel rumor to the laboring woman as I haven't heard much more about it.
While there I tried their Citrus Spice Herbal tea. Loved it - and I am not normally an herbal tea person, but I love black tea. That might have been the single reason I went back the second time. Ok, no, it was the Szechuan Scallops. But the tea was another good follow up reason.
After getting home the tea was still on my brain. I e-mailed P.F. Changs and they found it online for me (after a few e-mails internally since evidently not all the same teas are served at each restaurant). I was forever indebted and being that I was a pregnant woman at the time, I ordered about three boxes, knowing I wouldn't be able to get enough. Then I ordered another three boxes when my stash started running low.
Little AB was on a Jell-O rampage this afternoon. He found some molds and asked me what they were, when I told him that they were not indeed muffin molds as he was hoping, but instead Jell-O molds, he insisted we use them. I found the Jell-O in the pantry, and also uncovered my nearly forgotten stash of Citrus Spice Herbal tea.
I know... hot tea in the summer? How could I? But the string of sickness is still ongoing in our house. I have a nasty sour throat, runny nose and the starts of bronchitis.
But my tea has made all better. Well nearly. (And with memories of the most delicious scallops in the recent past.)
While there I tried their Citrus Spice Herbal tea. Loved it - and I am not normally an herbal tea person, but I love black tea. That might have been the single reason I went back the second time. Ok, no, it was the Szechuan Scallops. But the tea was another good follow up reason.
After getting home the tea was still on my brain. I e-mailed P.F. Changs and they found it online for me (after a few e-mails internally since evidently not all the same teas are served at each restaurant). I was forever indebted and being that I was a pregnant woman at the time, I ordered about three boxes, knowing I wouldn't be able to get enough. Then I ordered another three boxes when my stash started running low.
Little AB was on a Jell-O rampage this afternoon. He found some molds and asked me what they were, when I told him that they were not indeed muffin molds as he was hoping, but instead Jell-O molds, he insisted we use them. I found the Jell-O in the pantry, and also uncovered my nearly forgotten stash of Citrus Spice Herbal tea.
I know... hot tea in the summer? How could I? But the string of sickness is still ongoing in our house. I have a nasty sour throat, runny nose and the starts of bronchitis.
But my tea has made all better. Well nearly. (And with memories of the most delicious scallops in the recent past.)
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