Did Leisa Die??

Well almost...

I think I have the swine flu.. that's my story and I am sticking to it! All the children are better, which is great except I have been laid low. And you ladies know, a sick, as in swine flu sick, mom and unsupervised hellions does not make for a quick recovery.

In fact when I stepped out of my room I immediately had a relapse upon seeing the house. And then my husband immediately started feeling bad after I heaped all my sick fury onto him...


But now, I am feeling a little bit better. I used some guilt with the older two. Your poor dieing momma is laying on her death bed and no one cares about momma. they both chime in, we love you , we care about you. If you loved me you would never have let the house become a pig sty... and on and on that went for a while... and then I made some chore lists and now everything is tidy again..

Ethan is taking swim lessons and swimming like a fish, yay!! He has become quite a little potty mouth. He will be my cusser, I know this. He already has the vocabulary of dammit, and hell. Which he likes to use in context with a little sparkle in his eyes. So, I laid down the law 2 days ago, no more cussing! Well of course he had to see if momma was for real. Sometimes I am not the most consistent (shocked aren't yall?) Anyway out I pulled a bar of my homemade soap and I ran it down his little pink tongue. At first he drooled a little and then he swallowed and said it tasted good. Little punk, so next time I need to run it over his teeth so bits stick right?? Next time came later that day and once again I tried the soap...he liked it, and willing stuck his tongue out for the punishment. Fast forward to today, he used dammit during breakfast, so out came the tongue, but I decided to use a dab of the dawn dish soap...yeah baby, he was drooling and frothing, demanding water... he can have water as soon as he gets through hearing the lecture on not having a dirty potty mouth that momma needs to clean... Well he drank his water said he would not use bad words and promptly walked into the next room and whispered dammit to his sister Livvy. First of all I thought he was smarter than that. Liv will sell him out in a heartbeat! So I hear, MOM, Ethan said "DAMMIT." At this point I want to say DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT, and roll around on the floor and kick around abit. But I don't and I go in get the offending child and pull out the Dawn and start over with my lecture as he foams and froths at the mouth... then he went to swim lessons...

I am a week down on school but I have used our down time to give the kids some other jobs that do not usually get accomplished. Cleaning rooms, and organizing type stuff..

I am home for the fourth and will probably go out to Rhonda's for fireworks..

So nothing amazing going on, no grieving since I am not dead, I should be back in peak form just in time for school to resume next Monday ;)

Oh and are any of you guys thinking about the after 2 waterpark passes? I am contemplating it...