Adventures of Matty and Anastyn (thought they'd outgrown those? nope.)

Do you know how long it's been since I blogged about the crazy things my kids do? They are always doing crazy things. But I usually post the doozies. There haven't been any doozies for quite awhile.

For the record, I never keep sleeping after the kids have woken up. It's just not smart when you are the mother of my children. But my girls are 8 and 6. Eight and six. 2nd grade. Kindergarten. And we've been sick. I've been sick. I was so tired. So I thought to myself....they'll be fine! Guess what? I don't think I will be sleeping in again until they are grown up and out of my house.

I had to call poison control. 1-800-222-1222.

Ya. I crawled out of bed. Went to the cupboard to get my medicine. Something wasn't right. Chair pushed up to the cabinet. Pill bottles all over the floor. Empty bottle of gummy vitamins. Oh crap, oh crap. What happens if someone eats an entire bottle of vitamins???

I had no idea who did it. Nobody was talking. I automatically assumed it was Mason. I don't know why. I guess because he didn't understand why I was freaking out and wasn't denying anything? Or because he's 2 and the only one who might not know better? Who knows. But I'm pretty sure he didn't appreciate me sticking my finger down his throat trying to get him to throw up. Which didn't work anyways.

Finally, Matty started talking. She said it was her and Mason. Okay, so they shared the vitamins. That's a little better right? So I called poison control, confirmed that there wasn't any iron in the vitamins, and the lady assured me that my children weren't going to die. Worst case scenario they get upset stomachs and a little diarrhea. Even if they did eat the entire bottle. Which, come to find out, is exactly what Matty did. Mason had no part in it. He just couldn't defend himself. I'm sure glad I didn't make him puke. Sorry little dude! It's been a few days. So far no tummy aches or runny poop for Matty. Wow.

Same morning. Same stupid mom sleeping in:

I know Anastyn is younger than Matty. But I usually expect more from her. She might as well be the big sister. She helps me make her instant oatmeal in the mornings. She practically does it by herself. But I'm always supervising. And so when she came in and asked for some, I told her she needed to wait til I got up. Apparently she was starving and couldn't wait. So she proceeded to burn two packets of oatmeal in the microwave. We're lucky she didn't burn the dang house down!

Love my kids. These are the kinds of things I can only laugh about later. They are shaving years off my life, I tell you. And, yes, I learned a lesson - I still can't trust them. :)

Cabin Fever!!

According to Wikipedia (unreliable sometimes, I know - but in this case I believe it is quite correct), Cabin fever is an idiomatic term for a claustrophobic reaction that takes place when a person or group is isolated and/or shut in a small space, with nothing to do, for an extended period (as in a simple country vacation cottage during a long rain or snow). Symptoms include restlessness, irritability, paranoia, irrational frustration with everyday objects, forgetfulness, laughter, excessive sleeping, distrust of anyone they are with, and an urge to go outside even in the rain, snow, dark or hail.

Hmmmmmm. I think we have it. We have cabin fever.

For those of you who aren't familiar with our current situation, we are living in a cabin. You see, the house we were renting sold. This house sat empty for three years on the market, until we begged to rent it. Then we begged to fix the big problems with it. And then it sold. Sarcastic smiley face.

We started panicking when we were unable to find a new place to rent. But of course it all worked out...kind of.  Another sarcastic smiley face.

We found another place to rent. Unfortunately it wouldn't be available soon enough. So we had to find a temporary solution. A place to call home for one month. And so began our Oasis Cabin Retreat!

We are living in a campground! Five of us (three of which are small children that bounce off walls and make lots of noise and go crazy when couped up) are jammed into this one-bedroom joint. And we are having so much fun! At least that's what we are trying to tell ourselves! The kids bounce from bed to bed. We find them under the bed. They watch the same movies over and over. They yell and scream and giggle. When we are all here, I would say it's pretty much pandemonium and we all want out, out, out!!!

There are some strange things about living in this little cabin. For some reason, the part of the night I should be sleeping just drags on for me. I wake up a lot. I wonder if it has anything to do with the four other people sleeping in the same room? And then, I am so tired in the afternoon I end up taking a nap (which isn't something I normally do). And a couple times I have woken up in a panic. One night it was because my entire arm had fallen asleep. I was so out of it I thought I was having a heart attack! I woke Kyle up and got him upset. And I couldn't let myself fall asleep the rest of the night because I thought I would die if I did! It took me clear until late the next morning to snap out of it!

Another night I woke up sure that I could smell a gas leak and that we were all going to die. Anyways...I don't usually act quite so crazy!  One morning I was making our bed and found a huge, nasty spider with a great big egg sac attached to it in our sheets!!!! Freaked out just a little bit.

And then, the other day I was speaking to the man that lived in this cabin just before us. He told me all about the ghost he saw one night at the foot of the bed. The freaking guy says he saw a ghost in this cabin! Holy crap, if I couldn't sleep before.....

Anyways: Claustrophobia, check. Isolated/shut in a small space with nothing to do, check. Restlessness, check. Irritability, check, check, check!  Paranoia, yep. Laughter, check. Excessive sleep, check. It all fits, really. Cabin fever it is.

On the bright side of things, the kids are enjoying it here. They think it is an adventure - and they are right!

We are looking forward to moving on. Soon, Cabin 29 will be just a memory. A good memory, but one we probably wouldn't want to repeat!

{sigh}

This whole potty training thing just isn't working out for us. I suck at it....the girls suck at it. It is terribly frustrating. I am resigned to the fact that they will both be in diapers until the end of time. The end.