Three Thought Thursday: Episode 21

1. So as previously mentioned, I am currently on "vacation" down in Houston with the boys. Unfortunately, vacation has turned in to taking care of sick children in someone else's home. Remember back in February on our last trip to Houston when Reagan's barfing episode happened? Well this time around we've been blessed to not have to mess with anything toilet related; however, this time it has been both boys instead of just one. We made it down here on Sunday with the big hyped event of the trip, going to the zoo, being scheduled for Tuesday. On Monday we had fun going to the park, going to the splash pad fountains, and eating at Johnny Rocket's. We planned to leave for the zoo the next morning at 8:00am but around 4:00am Kolbe woke up with a blazing fever. All I had on hand was my NFP thermometer and he certainly didn't want his temp taken but after sticking it under his armpit I got a read over 103 degrees. We were up for almost two hours doing cool compresses and trying to get fluids down. Pinkie had to run to the store to track down some ibuprofen and acetaminophen for the fever. Needless to say, the zoo trip was squashed. Once Reagan woke up, we discovered that he had a fever too. Not as high as Kolbe's though, thank goodness. So we spent all day Tuesday attempting to control their fevers and keep them happy. But as is customary with most children, when they're sick they only want their mama. Kind of hard when they're both sick! And both want to be held. At all times! When the medicine was working, they were both completely their normal selves. But when it started to wear off, it was all drama and emotion. We were able to talk to my mom's neighbor whose boys' had a similar bug and she said that essentially it's just a fever. No other symptoms. The only problem is that it lasts several days. Not just twenty-four hours. So yesterday was spent doing much of the same thing. Attempting to do a few little fun things here and there while the medicine was in effect and then grinning and bearing it when the temps went up again. Thank goodness for Pinkie and Pa's extra hands! Guess the zoo trip will have to be postponed till our next visit.

2. My mom and I managed to sneak out (while the meds were kicked in) and head to a specialty bra store in Houston the other day. Both of us needed help in this department for entirely opposite reasons, if you know what I mean. I remember getting fitted for a bra sometime in my high school years but as that part of my body continued to change with the addition of motherhood to my life, I had always just desperately searched for anything that would fit. (and probably spent way more money on bras that didn't fit than I would have spent on a few nice ones that did if I had only gone in to get fitted!) Though it's slightly embarrassing, I must admit that it was nice to have a "professional" tell me exactly what I needed to buy to support "my people." And she gave me several other good tips that I never knew before. Like that 90% of your support needs to come from the band, not the straps. Shoot, I've been relying on the straps for years! Or that your band should only be able to stretch out about two inches from your back. If it stretches more, you need a smaller band size. So I needed a 32. Not a 36. Doh. We were in the store for over an hour but left with some awesome goodies that are sure to make my back feel a whole lot better, now that I have the right support! And call me crazy, but there's something secretly enjoyable about wearing new undie-gear. Like a new dress or new shoes, except it's a secret. You're the only one that knows about it and gets to enjoy it! One of the joys of womanhood!

3. Though it's quite shameful, I must admit that I'm a hopeless reality TV junkie. Mark always asks, "So which one of your shows is on tonight?" Pretty sad, huh. While there's countless reasons for watching them (such as mind-numbing entertainment or something to gaze my eyes on while tutoring online), there's plenty of reasons not to watch them too. This spring I literally had three reality shows that I followed: Survivor, The Biggest Loser, and Dancing With the Stars. I haven't watched Survivor since 2001 when Colby, a Tech grad was a contestant. And the only reason I watched it this season was because he was back on the show again. I've always been a Biggest Loser fan because I think the point of the show actually has merit though it's not something I personally am connected with. And as for Dancing With the Stars, it's really something my mom adores and so I started watching it on her insistence so that we could have something fun to talk about. (yes, we sit around and talk about other peoples' lives and dancing abilities.) Plus, the former dancer in me can't help but enjoy watching them dance and thinking oh I remember learning a sequence like that before or ooo, it would be fun to do that number! Mark doesn't usually like for me to watch it in front of the boys because of the scantily clad women on the show. I agree; I don't want our boys thinking that's normal. But I do have to admit that I watched this entire past season either live or tivo-ed and was sad to see it end this week. Same with Biggest Loser and Survivor. I guess now that my trio of pointless, mind-numbing, exhausting shows is over, I'll actually get some more sewing or house work done in the evenings... And probably wait for the fall when they start up again!