I have a huge headache today.  Part of it may be that it is spring break and the weather is frickin cold, thus meaning the kids are constantly cooped up.  The other part is I waited all day for the results of an MRI.  Not my MRI, but my 6 month old son's MRI.  I called at 11:00 and was told I would be called right back.  I had to call back at 4:12 to be told that everything was normal.  Thank God!  You cannot leave someone hanging like that!  I knew that everything was probably going to be ok, but what if it wasn't?  I was googling what time doctors call with bad news and all sorts of other shit the crazies do when they think they might be dying.  Yeah, I am one of those.  I spend way too much time being diagnosed by Dr.  Google.  And I should never Google my kids' symptoms!  Am I crazy???  The common cold is cancer on Google.  The reason I turn to Google is because I don't want to be one of those crazy ladies that calls the doctor every other day because their kid is sick.  The bigger kids I don't worry about too much.  Even after 4 kids, the baby stage freaks me the fuck out.  I do not worry less when they are sick.  I still have to check to see if he is breathing in the middle of the night.  I am paranoid.  How did I get so lucky as to have 4 healthy kids?  That to me, is a miracle. I have a stress headache even though I found out my baby's brain is normal. I am not strong enough to handle a sick baby, and I cry everyday for the moms who have to deal with it. 

Viva il Papa!

I think I may be figuring out some of the buttons on blogger.  Who would have thought that I would be so dumb?  I took intro to computers to college, I should be able to do blogger!  Lord, have mercy.
Speaking of the Lord, today a new Pope was elected.  I am a fallen Catholic.  I guess.  I don't know.  I still consider myself Catholic because I know nothing else, but 3 of my 4 kids aren't baptized.  Going to church is such an ordeal with all of these kids.  And my husband definitely isn't Catholic, so he offers no assistance.  I actually emailed the church in my town about getting things going, but they didn't reply.  Does that mean they don't want me? 
 Anywho, we Catholics love ceremony, and apparently everyone else does too.  I mean, if you aren't Catholic, why would you care who the Pope is?  You don't care, but everyone loves a good wedding, and this is the ultimate!  Black smoke, white smoke, a hundred people screaming at a dude like he is a rock star.  It is fun, even you are laughing at it.  I found myself entranced while watching, waiting for the curtains to be pulled back, even though I would have no idea who the guy was.  I am not up on the Cardinals of the world. But it was a moment in history I am glad I got to witness, albeit from a world away.  Plus, I got my kids to chant Viva il Papa with me.  That was 2 minutes of fun we may never have again.

Maybe This Time

In my mind I am full of ambition.  In real life, I spend alot of time on Pinterest.  I am going to try to make this work, I swear!  I am the dirty 30, and it is time to carry out some of the plans I have for myself.  I am putting some of those goals out here on the interwebs hoping I will pull my head out of my ass and follow through with something.  I will be proud of myself damn it!  Well, if I have time between pinning and cleaning up puke.  There is alot of puke when you have 4 kids. 
1.  Write good content on this blog at least 3 times a week.  I have started many blogs, never to post more than 10 posts.  They all seemed lame after awhile.  This time I am just going to try to be me, and see how it goes. 
2.  Shrink my fat ass.  Seriously I gained 70 lbs with my first kid and I am still carrying 60 of it.  That was 9 frickin years ago!  The only bright side to this is I didn't gain any extra weight with my 3 other children.  I have no family photos because I hate the way I look.  We are going to Disney World in October and I will be in the damn pictures because I am paying a fortune to be there!  I am not kidding myself into thinking I will lose it all, but 30 would be nice.  Plus I need to look hot for Donnie Wahlberg when I see NKOTB in concert in July.
3. I am a sahm who hopes to one day have a bakery or some type of business of my own or with my husband.  In case that doesn't work out or prove lucrative, I plan to become a Certified Dietary Manager with hopes of becoming the Head Bitch in Charge at a school cafeteria.  Yes, I aspire to be a lunch lady.  Laugh all you want, but first check out the requirements of a CDM(not too many classes, and this girl is not cut out for school), the average pay of a CDM and think about when lunch ladies work.  Yep, if the kids are off, so am I!  Booyah!
Okay.  I got it out there.  Again.  Anyone who happens along my silly little blog will see it.  If they check back again and a week and see no new content, they will know I have failed.  I am done failing myself.  Let's get this!