"I love you Mom"

The words I cherish most.

After a long day away from my son, we sat in the gym at the BHS Winter Concert. During one of the songs I felt his little hand slip into mine and then his head leaned in on my side. I turned to look at him and he gazed up at me with the most precious smile and said those words I love to hear...."I love you Mom." With the dynamics of the music rising I could hardly hold back the tears! I had missed my boy. We are not usually apart for so long. I know it will not always be this way but for now I cherish the thought that the only place he wanted to be was by my side!

Earlier today Naissa had oral surgery. I got to spend a couple of hours of one on one time with her. We read and colored and played "Don't Bug Me" and "Slap Dragon" and tried not to watch Spongebob, though it was hard not to look at the TV. I think there must be special magnets in TV's that draw our eyes towards them, even when there is nothing we care to see on them. (side note: they were the same spongebob cartoons that were on last week when Zack and I were there)

Naissa did really well considering that the whole ordeal can be quite frightening, especially for a 5 year old. We only had a 2 hour wait until she was called back. They gave her the "silly gas" (stinky gas is what we call it). She was afraid of the mask, I don't blame her, she was laying there and all of a sudden a big mask came at her face, blocking her sight and covering her mouth and nose....scary! Knowing the procedures needed to be done I felt helpless as she looked at me with fear in her eyes and a pleading look for me to "save" her. She fell asleep quickly. It was awful. She appeared as though she had died. It was enough to cause me to forget to take my own breath. I was then sent back out to the waiting room with tears in my eyes, where I sat and sat for what seemed to be FOREVER! Finally after about 45 minutes they called me up to tell me Naissa was in the recovery room and doing fine. Then back to the waiting room for another 20+ minutes until she would be more awake. I tried to read a book I had brought but couldn't focus, so I tried a magazine....still couldn't focus. All I could do was sit and wait, anxiously. When Naissa had tubes put in her ears I didn't get to be with her when they gave her "silly gas" to knock her out, some how seeing her "fall asleep" just made it harder. It took everything in me to remain positive, thanks to a mom I had met while waiting 6 hours with Zack who told me about a child who died on the table at a dental place in Madera. Great. Just what my mind needs to focus on. And you know the more you try NOT to think about something the MORE you seem to think about it!

Naissa did well though. She has been much more groggy than Zack was, of course they had totally different things done. Our dentist referred Naissa because she needed 4 "small" fillings. When Naissa was "asleep" they were able to get really good x-rays and found her teeth to be worse off. She needed 5, yes FIVE root canals and then had 5 silver caps put on her molars!! Once again, I'm afraid I will be passed up on the Mother of the Year award. She was so cute when she was waking up. One of the first things she said was, "Can we go to McDonald's now? Poor thing hadn't eaten since 8pm the night before. I had eaten some wheat thins around 10 or 11pm so I know she was hungry. My stomach was letting everyone know that I had neglected it today. When Zack couldn't eat for his oral surgery, Jim and I told him we wouldn't eat either, not until he could. I took Zack while Jim stayed home and cleaned up the mess caused by two little kids with a stomach bug. I didn't eat. Jim did. So I did the same thing with Naissa. She couldn't eat, so I didn't eat. She did really well, though I have a feeling she will be staying home tomorrow.


As I was pulling out of the driveway to take Naissa, I got a call from the school. I wasn't sure which one because when the kids call me from their various schools it always shows me the same number....different from the individual school's numbers....so usually when I see this number on my phone, one of my kid's is in the nurses' office. So I'm thinking I better answer this that way I can catch my mom who is driving the other direction with Isaac, and she can go take care of whoever is "sick". So I inconveniently answer my cell phone while backing out and it's not the nurse. It's like a GIS from the elementary school, she talked so fast I couldn't make out all of her words. What I did hear was that Zachary needs to have his hair cut today, he has been told by his teacher, the principal and myself (whoever she was). He is out of dress code. He will need to have his hair cut above his eyes and ears before tomorrow. blah blah blah.....
The thing of it is that this is the first time anyone from the school has contacted me in any way. Zack did tell me last week that someone had said something to him about needing a haircut, but that's it. People all the time say he needs a haircut, because they think he should have a buzz cut or one of those little boy cuts where they cut the hair to look like a mushroom. I know it's just hair but it just really ticks my ticker. It wasn't my first contact with the school today either. I had called into the office to let them know Naissa would not be coming to school and as was met with a very gruff, lacking communication skills woman who was obviously upset I had interrupted her game of minesweeper. Some how the definition of insanity fits here because whenever I call the school, for whatever reason, I always think things are going to be different.....I will hear a pleasant voice, they will be kind and have a sweet tone, a desire to help me find the answer to my question, direct me in my educational needs.....especially when I bend over backwards to get them their money for my kids attending their school. For instance, last week when Zack had oral surgery, we took him to school for 5 minutes so that he could get homework and would count as being in school. They got their money, why can't they be nice?

After Naissa and I got home there was a message on the home phone from the nurse at the elementary school. She said we have a frozen turkey here that you need to come pick up because we can't store it and it is going to defrost so you need to come get it today.
O.....KAY?! What turkey and why are we getting one and why is this the first I've heard of it? It was after 4pm but Jim went and got a free turkey. Funny thing though....most of us won't eat meat off the bone! And the one and only time Jim cooked a turkey he left the bag of guts in it and we ended up throwing it out! Yuck!

So once again I am confronted with the word LAME! I just don't know how much more LAME I can take. I sit here and go through the pros and cons and pains and gains but the word LAME keeps popping up. Like most things, it's the little things that get you most.

LAME LAME LAME LAME LAME