Am I the only one?

Ok- back ground info- I was/am a nurse. I worked for 5 years, had a family, stayed home for 9 years and now I’m back at it, doing what I call Mommy Nursing (aka- school nurse- LOVE IT). But what I want to know is am I the only mom/wife whose husband calls them to clean up anything and everything that has to do with any (and I mean any) bodily fluids that come from man or animal around the house?

For example, it’s 5:30 a.m. and he comes in the room “Sorry to wake you (yeah right) but Scout (the dog) is bleeding.” So I stumble out of bed and in 2 seconds discover she’s cut her ear. So I’m the one who has to clean her up and take care of it. I get her settled, let her in the house only to discover that she wasn’t taken care of after all and I have a new title,. CSI—following all the blood drops around the house. Did I mention we have carpet that used to be white–now, it’s nasty covered with blood drops!! Yippee. Of course he didn’t stay around to learn about all this b/c it’s the next to last day of hunting season and he and our son had to get out to the woods.

In the midst of all this Princess (7 yo dd) is waking up Monkey (4 yo dd) and saying she feels sick. Monkey freaks out b/c Scout is bleeding, she hasn’t seen any blood, has no clue what is wrong with the dog, but I said the word bleeding. Princess really isn’t feeling well and thankfully knows how to hit a puke bucket. All the while my friend Nasty Headache is creeping up behind my right eye.

Thankfully b/c of my medical knowledge I know that hydrogen peroxide gets rid of blood. So my trusty old cloth diaper, that I saved from a life of forever use as a burp rag, and giant big brown bottle have gotten to work getting rid of the blood making my house look like a slighty strange scene from a tv show. 

I swear, if Princess is feeling better by the time the boys get home (both girls finally went back to sleep) we are going to the next town over to look at getting laminate flooring!! I am SICK of this carpet. Cleaning everything with my trusty steam mop would be SO much easier.

So back to my original question–does my hubby avoid all this b/c he’s a guy, or b/c he knows I’m a nurse?? I’ll be honest, it’s a lot easier to deal with yuck when you are getting paid to do it!! lol Anyway, such is life.


Sweet Dreams and Pleasant Nightmares,




My grannie is around 87 years old. Yes, I know I’m not the world’s greatest granddaughter, I don’t know her age, and I don’t call enough. I love her to pieces though and I make sure to tell her when I do talk to her. Last week she fell and broke her hip. God blessed us though it wasn’t separated. She had surgery Sunday am. It went very well, but then she took a very long time to wake, and she seemed to be in a lot of pain while she was sleeping. It was very difficult to here my dad be so concerned about his mom and know that I couldn’t do anything. She did wake up finally, only to be given meds and put right back to sleep. Some where over the next few hours she started going downhill again. She began to hallucinate, and become very confused. Thankfully my uncles and the dr’s were on top of it. They discovered her kidneys weren’t functioning properly. The ultrasound results showed that in the last 4 weeks, one kidney had shrunk to half size and died and the other was frozen. Thankfully medicine worked and her 1 good kidney is functioning again. She is improving. She knows who people are now when she sees them and is beginning to be a bit less confused from what I hear.


Why you may ask am I making a blog post about this and telling you this long story— well because I want you to know that prayer still works and people still care. I posted on facebook about my grannie and asked for prayers. I posted on a group page I’m on also. There are people I’ve been friends with for years, and years, people I’ve been friends with for months, people I’ve never even met, all praying for my grannie. Their prayers started the first second I asked. As you can tell from the story above- they worked. She is getting better. I know logically that her time here with us isn’t going to be near as long as I like, but thanks to friends, prayers, family (especially my dad, uncles and cousins who are staying with her at the hospital) and good health care she will hopefully be with us a bit longer. Image 

Sweet Dreams and Pleasant Nightmares,


The Presidential election and Hannah

Ok- so you may wonder what in the world does the election of the president of the USA have to do with Hannah–well, technically nothing. But, it has a LOT to do with me.

The past 2 weeks at church we’ve been doing a character study on Hannah. I missed the first week, but the second proved to be more what I needed to hear anyway. Ever since this study I’ve been trying to figure out how to blog about Hannah. What could I write that would put her story out there and make it apply to me and others. Well, thanks to our election yesterday- I now know what to write.

When you look at the story of Hannah- it takes barely 2 chapters of the Bible to tell her story, but it’s a story we all know. The story of the woman praying so hard for a child that the priest thought she was drunk. Then she is given the child she wanted to badly and in return she gives him back to God to grow up and be one of the most respected and loved Bible characters of all time. Check out the first two chapters of 1 Sam.

Here’s the thing Hannah wanted a child so bad she wouldn’t even eat (not a problem I’ve ever had- I get upset, bring me more food). 1 Sam 1:8. She went to the temple to worship and Eli saw her praying he accused her of being drunk, but when she explains,  17 Then Eli answered, “Go in peace, and the God of Israel grant your petition that you have made to him.” After that Hannah didn’t continue to fret and worry. It says 18 And she said, “Let your servant find favor in your eyes.” Then the woman went her way and ate, and her face was no longer sad.

First of all Hannah had faith that God would hear her, then she had faith enough to leave it in His hands. How does this relate back to the election- simply- God hears our prayers, it is up to us to have faith to leave it in His hands. We don’t need to fret over what will be because we have been given a promise in Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. As Christian we know the end- WE WIN. We have nothing to be concerned about b/c in the end we are God’s children and He’s got our back.

I’m saying don’t worry about who the President of the US is. I’m not saying don’t be prepared, don’t do your job to live out your faith daily. I’m saying that our job is to be like Hannah and leave it in His mighty hands because if He cares enough to make sure that the sparrows have food how much more must He love us.

Sweet Dreams and Pleasant Nightmares,


PJ Day

Today is the first Saturday in weeks, maybe even months, that we didn’t need to go anywhere!!! So (other than running to a neighbors and letting their chickens out-which doesn’t count b/c I stayed in my pj’s) we haven’t. The boys got up and went hunting, the girls decided they needed to sleep in mom’s bed since dad was already up and gone. That didn’t last long, I quickly put a movie on for them and attempted to go back to sleep.

Most of the time, even if we stay home I get dressed, and I make the kids get dressed and even though it doesn’t really matter I suggest they wear something that at least looks ok if someone should show up. Today- I didn’t care. I’m staying in my jammies so if they want to run around in their undies- WHO CARES!!! Monkey fell asleep in the clothes she wore to school yesterday, and yes she is still wearing them. I know, I know- I’m the school nurse who’s hygiene class said not to do that, but oh well, it’s the weekend and we don’t have to go ANYWHERE!!! Well, until tomorrow-

Yes, I’ll make them all take baths or showers or something so we don’t stink out the entire church tomorrow. But for now, we will relax, watch movies, eat popcorn and hang out in our pj’s or undies or whatever!!


Sweet Dreams and Pleasant Nightmares,