My mom bought a mattress 3 yrs ago at a local furniture store. It has a ten yr warranty. Lately, she has noticed "stains" coming through her mattress pad and on the mattress. She has no idea where the stains came from. They finally called her today after the service call 3 weeks ago and told her that they are going to replace the mattress pad and will "shampoo" the mattress.
Can this be done? I have never heard of "shampooing a mattress." I need answers fast!!!!!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Now, I'm asking for help....
I can't even get started working this morning. I'm so upset. Baby Fab will not take the breast. She did fine on Friday and took it during the night and morning, but not during the day and yesterday. She will still take it if she wakes, but other than that--- she will have nothing to do with it. Really hope she changes her mind and I won't give up trying to get her back on daily. I still pump and I know the most important thing is to still give her the breast milk, but I will miss her so much perched down there. My favorite time is after B Daddy goes to work at 5:30. It's just us snuggled on the couch or chair and she nurses until she takes her evening nap. I leave her there and hold her as much as I can until 7. That's when we get up and have play time. I put her in her exersaucer (which she LOVES LOVES LOVES) or her bumbo while I clean the kitchen or do whatever. At 8, she has her veggies (loves everything except green beans) and then finishes it off with some cereal. I told my Dr her schedule (which is Sleep as much as she wants until 7, dinner at 8, baths and she goes down like a champ at 9 sharp), and she said it sounded great.
Last night, my mother, who keep in mind has not had an infant in 40 yrs) told me that her eating her veggies that late was not a good idea. I said, "Really?" and she said... "Well, I should know... I had four kids." Very "matter of factly." Oh hell no....Hold my earrings, Elle. I was so freaking mad. You know what? I may not know a whole lot about raising a child and each day is a huge learning experience for me, but don't fucking tell me how to do it if I do not ask. Every mother reading this post.. did you know every single answer to every single question with your first child? I'm sure she didn't. It made me feel like I don't know how to take care of her. Is it too late? Hell if I know. All I know is she doesn't seem like her tummy aches afterwards or seem uncomfortable. Am I right or wrong? She thinks it's just not right to have her on a schedule cause "she never had to put her kids on a schedule and she had four." Yeah, I know how many kids you have, mom. I was raised with each and every one of them. Grrrr. She is politely telling me how to take care of her and I know it. What she is going to do is make me stop telling her things that I do with her so I don't have to feel like an idiot. I would hate to do that to her, but it is really bothering me. Oh, she doesn't like the fact that she has not had fruits yet. Like I'm punishing Baby Fab by not giving her the fruits. Uummm, it's called giving her time to really, really enjoy veggies cause I'm scared once she has fruits, she will not go back to veggies. Again, I spoke to her Dr about her eating habits 2 weeks ago when we were in for a checkup. She said that she should be ok with cereal in the mornings, breast milk during the day, veggie and cereal before she goes to bed and around 6 months, I would probably have to add more things to her diet. But, if she doesn't seem cranky or act like she is hungry... go with that until she lets me know otherwise.
One thing I hate more than anything is to have to explain myself. To anyone. I run a business and I should not have to explain myself to my employees. They question me from time to time and I have learned to say one of two phrases, which they hate, BTW: HBIC (Head bitch in charge) or RHIP (rank has it's privileges). What I really wanna say is.... cause I'm the mommy, that's why. I guess I'm just frustrated because I feel like I have to explain everything I do to my mother. I would never say anything to her though... but I'm biting my tongue so much, it is about chewed in half.
Baby Fab seemed off this weekend and I wonder if she's cutting teeth. The past couple of mornings, she was "rattling" when I went in to get her and ran a low grade temp yesterday. She was very quiet, though not cranky and still playful. She didn't take many naps either this past weekend. Oh, BTW, if you didn't know-- she went to her crib on Fri night. It has been going well and I think she loves having more room. I actually did better than I thought I would. IT was very strange to put her in her bed and turn the light out knowing she was down for the night. I put a CD player in there with some Lullaby's and she will just listen carefully.
Yesterday, it was so warm outside and we went up to the mall. It was the first time that we had Baby Fab's face uncovered and she was just amazed looking outside! When I put her in the stroller, I decided to see what she would do if I set up the back rest of her stroller. SHE LOVED SITTING UP LIKE A BIG GIRL! The picture is on Facebook. She is sitting up wonderfully and she had her first REAL rollover last night while waiting on me to get her bath ready! About a month or so ago, she rolled 1/2 way over. Well, she has worked hard trying to figure out how to get her arm out of the way and last night, she went all the way and quickly propped herself up with her hands. So stinking sweet.
I'm rambling this morning, but need some help from my friends.... Why won't she take the breast? Will she go back? Is 8 too late for veggies? Am I going to loose my mind sooner rather than later?
Last night, my mother, who keep in mind has not had an infant in 40 yrs) told me that her eating her veggies that late was not a good idea. I said, "Really?" and she said... "Well, I should know... I had four kids." Very "matter of factly." Oh hell no....Hold my earrings, Elle. I was so freaking mad. You know what? I may not know a whole lot about raising a child and each day is a huge learning experience for me, but don't fucking tell me how to do it if I do not ask. Every mother reading this post.. did you know every single answer to every single question with your first child? I'm sure she didn't. It made me feel like I don't know how to take care of her. Is it too late? Hell if I know. All I know is she doesn't seem like her tummy aches afterwards or seem uncomfortable. Am I right or wrong? She thinks it's just not right to have her on a schedule cause "she never had to put her kids on a schedule and she had four." Yeah, I know how many kids you have, mom. I was raised with each and every one of them. Grrrr. She is politely telling me how to take care of her and I know it. What she is going to do is make me stop telling her things that I do with her so I don't have to feel like an idiot. I would hate to do that to her, but it is really bothering me. Oh, she doesn't like the fact that she has not had fruits yet. Like I'm punishing Baby Fab by not giving her the fruits. Uummm, it's called giving her time to really, really enjoy veggies cause I'm scared once she has fruits, she will not go back to veggies. Again, I spoke to her Dr about her eating habits 2 weeks ago when we were in for a checkup. She said that she should be ok with cereal in the mornings, breast milk during the day, veggie and cereal before she goes to bed and around 6 months, I would probably have to add more things to her diet. But, if she doesn't seem cranky or act like she is hungry... go with that until she lets me know otherwise.
One thing I hate more than anything is to have to explain myself. To anyone. I run a business and I should not have to explain myself to my employees. They question me from time to time and I have learned to say one of two phrases, which they hate, BTW: HBIC (Head bitch in charge) or RHIP (rank has it's privileges). What I really wanna say is.... cause I'm the mommy, that's why. I guess I'm just frustrated because I feel like I have to explain everything I do to my mother. I would never say anything to her though... but I'm biting my tongue so much, it is about chewed in half.
Baby Fab seemed off this weekend and I wonder if she's cutting teeth. The past couple of mornings, she was "rattling" when I went in to get her and ran a low grade temp yesterday. She was very quiet, though not cranky and still playful. She didn't take many naps either this past weekend. Oh, BTW, if you didn't know-- she went to her crib on Fri night. It has been going well and I think she loves having more room. I actually did better than I thought I would. IT was very strange to put her in her bed and turn the light out knowing she was down for the night. I put a CD player in there with some Lullaby's and she will just listen carefully.
Yesterday, it was so warm outside and we went up to the mall. It was the first time that we had Baby Fab's face uncovered and she was just amazed looking outside! When I put her in the stroller, I decided to see what she would do if I set up the back rest of her stroller. SHE LOVED SITTING UP LIKE A BIG GIRL! The picture is on Facebook. She is sitting up wonderfully and she had her first REAL rollover last night while waiting on me to get her bath ready! About a month or so ago, she rolled 1/2 way over. Well, she has worked hard trying to figure out how to get her arm out of the way and last night, she went all the way and quickly propped herself up with her hands. So stinking sweet.
I'm rambling this morning, but need some help from my friends.... Why won't she take the breast? Will she go back? Is 8 too late for veggies? Am I going to loose my mind sooner rather than later?
Friday, January 1, 2010
It's a New Year y'all!
ok.. so I started this post shortly after the 1st and just now getting back to posting. I'm gonna ramble on so here goes: Life is so busy now! Baby Fab is doing wonderful and is 4 months old now. B Daddy and I are going to Vegas in April and I just finished our reservations and I'm so torn on whether or not to take her. Ummm, BTW... I just read Gigi's post about her trip home. I was thinking that before Baby Fab came along, I would have fattened that jackass out after he said the first word. Since Ive had her, what I do and say now reflects on her. So, Gigi, hats off to you, honey! You did the right thing with one boy sitting there. Y'all know I'm already :::::TRYING:::: to clean up my language before she starts to repeat everything that I say! I can't stand the thought of leaving her and being so far away from her, though I know the trip alone would wear her out. :sigh: I am reading your comments on Facebook and agree that we should leave her.
We are about to take stupid to court for full custody of the Big One. He's 14 and able to decide and really begging to live with us. We, I mean I, have put it off because I am trying to get used to the whole new baby thing. I can't do it any longer. We will ask for joint custody of the little one and hopefully, she will just give them to us once she sees that she will get little to nothing in support from us now. You know what will stop her? The fact that SHE will have to pay support on them to us. We just want the kids. That's all. We don't need her support. I'll keep you posted.
Last Saturday, we went to see a friend of B Daddy's as he and his wife had a baby about 7 weeks ago. We get there and she isn't there with the infant. He said that she went to a birthday party at a bowling alley WITH A 7 WEEK OLD BABY!!!! One of his kids comes out of his room hacking and coughing and the big vein in my forehead just about popped. I mean, we called to see if we could drop by.. HE COULD HAVE TOLD US FOR FUCKS' SAKE that one of his kids was sick! The dad kept telling the kid to stay in his room and each time he came out, he was hacking more. He told him about 4 times before I finally said... "Asa, please stay in your room, I have a baby out here and I can't afford for her to get sick." The fuckstick father never said anything and I dared him to, too. Finally, the hill jack woman came home with the baby and he was a little doll. A head full of hair. GOd love it; he can't help it his parents are idiots. THEN HE STARTED COUGHING! The mom said, "Did Kirk tell you the kids were sick?" And, I said, "No, but we need to get going since they are." My God, what idiots! To make matters WORSE... the mom posts a message on my Facebook on Monday: "Hey Jenny Fab, thanks for visiting with us on Saturday. Titus has RSV and I hope Baby Fab does not get it since you had her here. Sorry, but thanks for the gift!"
Wonder if she would still thank me after the surgeons remove the closest object that I want to shove up her ass?
We are about to take stupid to court for full custody of the Big One. He's 14 and able to decide and really begging to live with us. We, I mean I, have put it off because I am trying to get used to the whole new baby thing. I can't do it any longer. We will ask for joint custody of the little one and hopefully, she will just give them to us once she sees that she will get little to nothing in support from us now. You know what will stop her? The fact that SHE will have to pay support on them to us. We just want the kids. That's all. We don't need her support. I'll keep you posted.
Last Saturday, we went to see a friend of B Daddy's as he and his wife had a baby about 7 weeks ago. We get there and she isn't there with the infant. He said that she went to a birthday party at a bowling alley WITH A 7 WEEK OLD BABY!!!! One of his kids comes out of his room hacking and coughing and the big vein in my forehead just about popped. I mean, we called to see if we could drop by.. HE COULD HAVE TOLD US FOR FUCKS' SAKE that one of his kids was sick! The dad kept telling the kid to stay in his room and each time he came out, he was hacking more. He told him about 4 times before I finally said... "Asa, please stay in your room, I have a baby out here and I can't afford for her to get sick." The fuckstick father never said anything and I dared him to, too. Finally, the hill jack woman came home with the baby and he was a little doll. A head full of hair. GOd love it; he can't help it his parents are idiots. THEN HE STARTED COUGHING! The mom said, "Did Kirk tell you the kids were sick?" And, I said, "No, but we need to get going since they are." My God, what idiots! To make matters WORSE... the mom posts a message on my Facebook on Monday: "Hey Jenny Fab, thanks for visiting with us on Saturday. Titus has RSV and I hope Baby Fab does not get it since you had her here. Sorry, but thanks for the gift!"
Wonder if she would still thank me after the surgeons remove the closest object that I want to shove up her ass?
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Heavy heart part 2
I am so sorry to be so morbid; really, I am. But, I know you all pray and will pray for her. Dena has to be the saddest thing that I have ever seen. I went after work not knowing if I would be able to see her or not. Her husband, mother and three little girls were there. I walked in and in the corner stood the Christmas Tree. Tears quickly filled my eyes. The little girls were so sweet and asked me how I was doing. I'm not sure of their ages. The youngest looked like she was 4-5. The mom took me to a back bedroom and Dena was just laying there. I had not expected it to be so bad. I told myself that I would not cry in front of the family. But, after seeing her, I broke down. I cried for my friend who will in all likelihood, never be able to hold her newborn baby. I cried for her because she will not see her kids grow up. I cried for her mother and husband. I tried, you guys, I promise I did. It was just so heartbreaking. She is 31 yrs old and has never, ever had anything wrong with her other than a cold. Dr's are not 100 % certain what happened. They suspect Cardiomyopathy. Wikipedia says: "Cardiomyopathy, which literally means "heart muscle disease," is the deterioration of the function of the myocardium (i.e., the actual heart muscle) for any reason."
She told me that Dena was fine on Sept 17 earlier in the day. She had a 4 D ultrasound and everything looked great. She felt fine. That night, she collapsed. They rushed her to the ER and when Dena quit breathing, so did the baby and they delivered her in the ER via C-Section in 34 seconds; she was 7 weeks early. They would not name the baby for the first 10 days because they kept waiting for her to wake. Finally, they named her Addison Raenee. They call her Addy. The mother's sister takes care of the baby during the day and most evenings, so that she can take care of Dena and when the husband gets home, he takes care of the other 3 girls. They bring the baby everyday and place her on the bed so Dena can spend time with her. They also believe that the baby is deaf, but other than that, she is healthy. She is one week younger than my little girl.
Dena will move when there is a loud noise, so she is some responsive. I talked to her and told her that she needed to get better so that our girls could have play dates together. Her eyes are open and she is not on a ventilator, but she has a trachea. The mom said that the Dr's said she would probably be like that the rest of her life. She was able to come off the ventilator, which they said would not happen and she has gotten better since the accident first happened. Her mother was very sweet and told me to come by anytime, which I will do. Please pray for this girl that she gets better and is able to be a wife and mother again.
She told me that Dena was fine on Sept 17 earlier in the day. She had a 4 D ultrasound and everything looked great. She felt fine. That night, she collapsed. They rushed her to the ER and when Dena quit breathing, so did the baby and they delivered her in the ER via C-Section in 34 seconds; she was 7 weeks early. They would not name the baby for the first 10 days because they kept waiting for her to wake. Finally, they named her Addison Raenee. They call her Addy. The mother's sister takes care of the baby during the day and most evenings, so that she can take care of Dena and when the husband gets home, he takes care of the other 3 girls. They bring the baby everyday and place her on the bed so Dena can spend time with her. They also believe that the baby is deaf, but other than that, she is healthy. She is one week younger than my little girl.
Dena will move when there is a loud noise, so she is some responsive. I talked to her and told her that she needed to get better so that our girls could have play dates together. Her eyes are open and she is not on a ventilator, but she has a trachea. The mom said that the Dr's said she would probably be like that the rest of her life. She was able to come off the ventilator, which they said would not happen and she has gotten better since the accident first happened. Her mother was very sweet and told me to come by anytime, which I will do. Please pray for this girl that she gets better and is able to be a wife and mother again.
My heart is heavy today.
I have a heavy heart this morning. First, I just found out about Efen's dad. This breaks my heart and I'm sending out warm thoughts his way. {{{HUGS}}}}
I've been wanting to let you all know about a friend of mine for a while now, but just been busy and haven't been able to post about her. I'm taking the time today.
I go by this little gas station everyday to and from work. This is the place where I get my gas (and B Daddy's when I drive his car). I never go inside (B Daddy does all the time) as I pay with my debit card outside. However, when I found out that I was pregnant with Baby Fab, I was having trouble finding something to drink that did not make me sick, so I went inside every morning sampling what seemed like everything in the store, until I was happy with Apple juice. I became friends with a very sweet girl, Dena, when she wondered after the third morning why I was buying different drinks. I told her I was pregnant and was looking for something good to drink. So, we became friends. After about 6 weeks, she told me she was pregnant. It wasn't her first child, she had three others and this one was a surprise. She was happy anyway. So, as I was just getting over my sickness, hers was starting. I still stopped in from time to time to see her and she was doing great. We would see each other at the baseball field this summer as that's where our kids played baseball.
I had not been in the gas station in a while when over the Thanksgiving holiday, B Daddy and I stopped to get gas there. He went inside and I sat in the car. When he came out, I asked him if Dena was in there and how she was doing and he said "Didn't you hear?" I said "No, what do you mean?" and that's when he told me. He had not seen her in there in a long time and asked a few weeks ago if she had quit. They told him that she is in a coma. She has a very, very rare heart condition and something happened and it sent her into a coma before her baby was born. They ended up taking the baby 6 weeks early and she is healthy. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I went inside to see if I could find out anything more. They told me that her husband had to take a class to be able to take care of their baby and that she was not in the hospital and being taken care of at home now and they don't think that she will come out of the coma.
This has laid heavy on my heart since I found out. It's just so sad. I'm not sure how old she is, but I know that she is younger than me (I'm 41) and it's tragic. She has 4 kids... one being an infant around Baby Fab's age (3 months) and that baby girl will not get to know her mother. It breaks my heart all around, but, since I have had Baby Fab... girls.... I'm telling you... I am so tender hearted now. Tears fill my eyes each time that I drive by that damn gas station. If I could take another route to work, I would.
I can't imagine not seeing my baby girl grow up and it breaks my heart to think about something happening to me and she is left without her mommy. I know this is kinda morbid to think about, but I can't help it.
I'm determined to go and see her if her family will let me. I just want to tell her that I pray everyday that she wakes up to hold her children again and she returns to her family. I'm asking all my blogger friends to pray for this sweet, young girl and that she makes a full recovery.
I've been wanting to let you all know about a friend of mine for a while now, but just been busy and haven't been able to post about her. I'm taking the time today.
I go by this little gas station everyday to and from work. This is the place where I get my gas (and B Daddy's when I drive his car). I never go inside (B Daddy does all the time) as I pay with my debit card outside. However, when I found out that I was pregnant with Baby Fab, I was having trouble finding something to drink that did not make me sick, so I went inside every morning sampling what seemed like everything in the store, until I was happy with Apple juice. I became friends with a very sweet girl, Dena, when she wondered after the third morning why I was buying different drinks. I told her I was pregnant and was looking for something good to drink. So, we became friends. After about 6 weeks, she told me she was pregnant. It wasn't her first child, she had three others and this one was a surprise. She was happy anyway. So, as I was just getting over my sickness, hers was starting. I still stopped in from time to time to see her and she was doing great. We would see each other at the baseball field this summer as that's where our kids played baseball.
I had not been in the gas station in a while when over the Thanksgiving holiday, B Daddy and I stopped to get gas there. He went inside and I sat in the car. When he came out, I asked him if Dena was in there and how she was doing and he said "Didn't you hear?" I said "No, what do you mean?" and that's when he told me. He had not seen her in there in a long time and asked a few weeks ago if she had quit. They told him that she is in a coma. She has a very, very rare heart condition and something happened and it sent her into a coma before her baby was born. They ended up taking the baby 6 weeks early and she is healthy. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I went inside to see if I could find out anything more. They told me that her husband had to take a class to be able to take care of their baby and that she was not in the hospital and being taken care of at home now and they don't think that she will come out of the coma.
This has laid heavy on my heart since I found out. It's just so sad. I'm not sure how old she is, but I know that she is younger than me (I'm 41) and it's tragic. She has 4 kids... one being an infant around Baby Fab's age (3 months) and that baby girl will not get to know her mother. It breaks my heart all around, but, since I have had Baby Fab... girls.... I'm telling you... I am so tender hearted now. Tears fill my eyes each time that I drive by that damn gas station. If I could take another route to work, I would.
I can't imagine not seeing my baby girl grow up and it breaks my heart to think about something happening to me and she is left without her mommy. I know this is kinda morbid to think about, but I can't help it.
I'm determined to go and see her if her family will let me. I just want to tell her that I pray everyday that she wakes up to hold her children again and she returns to her family. I'm asking all my blogger friends to pray for this sweet, young girl and that she makes a full recovery.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Finally
I still get so emotional. The smallest things just make me tear up when I think of my baby girl. Saturday evening, I took the boys and Baby Fab to the mall so that they could trade in some old video games and get Baby Fab's taken with Santa. I worried the whole time that he was going to be a pervert, but was very relieved when he really looked innocent.
This was my first outing with Baby Fab, (except for a quick trip a week ago when I carried her in my arms inside the mall for like, 15 minutes which I will NEVER do again!) and her first trip with her stroller. I was a little nervous placing her in the stroller at first, but she quickly got a little grin on her face as she was just fed and diapered and was just kicking back and looked very relaxed. I started pushing the stroller and got a little teary eyed. See, I have always wanted a baby... even when I said I did not. Even when I said that I was content without one... even when I said that it was so nice to "get up and go to Vegas" on a business trip without worrying what I would do with a child. I lied. To everyone. All the time. It got easy, too. Even when J and I married. I acted like it was no big deal if I did not get pregnant because we had the boys and then we could do what we wanted on our weekend and not worry about what we would do with a baby. I told everyone that we were happy with or without a child. Lie.
So, as I pushed my baby girl in her stroller, I was a mommy taking my baby to the mall like so many other mommy's do. Finally. I always wanted to push a stroller around the mall so that everyone would oh and ah over my baby like I had done to every single child I passed being pushed around. As I stood in line waiting to see Santa, I looked around and said "Finally". I saw how people were looking at us, smiling at the baby and I wondered if they thought Baby Fab was a pretty baby or just how sweet she seemed. I stood in line and wiped a tear as I was finally able to do all this stuff that might seem so trivial to most people. People might say... "Just wait.. that stroller will get on your nerves dragging it in and out of the car." "You'll get tired dragging that baby around the mall." You know what I have learned since the day that I found out I was pregnant (Feb 2, 2009)? .. I'm a lucky girl to FINALLY have my baby and to not take anything for granted. Finally.. I get to do the things that I have always wanted to do with a child and I will do everything I can with her with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye.
So, for this year.. I am so thankful to God for giving me this very sweet baby that melts my heart every single minute of every single day.
This was my first outing with Baby Fab, (except for a quick trip a week ago when I carried her in my arms inside the mall for like, 15 minutes which I will NEVER do again!) and her first trip with her stroller. I was a little nervous placing her in the stroller at first, but she quickly got a little grin on her face as she was just fed and diapered and was just kicking back and looked very relaxed. I started pushing the stroller and got a little teary eyed. See, I have always wanted a baby... even when I said I did not. Even when I said that I was content without one... even when I said that it was so nice to "get up and go to Vegas" on a business trip without worrying what I would do with a child. I lied. To everyone. All the time. It got easy, too. Even when J and I married. I acted like it was no big deal if I did not get pregnant because we had the boys and then we could do what we wanted on our weekend and not worry about what we would do with a baby. I told everyone that we were happy with or without a child. Lie.
So, as I pushed my baby girl in her stroller, I was a mommy taking my baby to the mall like so many other mommy's do. Finally. I always wanted to push a stroller around the mall so that everyone would oh and ah over my baby like I had done to every single child I passed being pushed around. As I stood in line waiting to see Santa, I looked around and said "Finally". I saw how people were looking at us, smiling at the baby and I wondered if they thought Baby Fab was a pretty baby or just how sweet she seemed. I stood in line and wiped a tear as I was finally able to do all this stuff that might seem so trivial to most people. People might say... "Just wait.. that stroller will get on your nerves dragging it in and out of the car." "You'll get tired dragging that baby around the mall." You know what I have learned since the day that I found out I was pregnant (Feb 2, 2009)? .. I'm a lucky girl to FINALLY have my baby and to not take anything for granted. Finally.. I get to do the things that I have always wanted to do with a child and I will do everything I can with her with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye.
So, for this year.. I am so thankful to God for giving me this very sweet baby that melts my heart every single minute of every single day.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Are you ready?
Last night, the power flickered a few times and finally went off for about 10 minutes. When it first went off, we heard a bunch of sirens and we figured it must have been an accident. J fumbled around for a few seconds in the dark wondering where a flashlight was located since all of them usually end up outside somewhere because the kids play spotlight and leave them on the porch. Sure enough, he went outside and found one in the mailbox and noticed the whole block was off. I sat on the couch with Baby Fab and wondered something more. We are not ready in case something drastic happened. Nothing stock piled. No water. No food. No blankets. Notta and it scared the holy hell out of me.
I can take anything that happens to J and me, but my heart breaks when I think of something happening since Baby Fab came along. I mean, you never know what could happen and I AM NOT READY!!!!!!!!
So, my mission this week is to have food, water, batteries, flashlights (that the kids don't know about), blankets, and food for the baby put away. That 10 minutes in the dark shook me into reality. Can y'all think of anything else I can put away?
Do you have your stash????
I can take anything that happens to J and me, but my heart breaks when I think of something happening since Baby Fab came along. I mean, you never know what could happen and I AM NOT READY!!!!!!!!
So, my mission this week is to have food, water, batteries, flashlights (that the kids don't know about), blankets, and food for the baby put away. That 10 minutes in the dark shook me into reality. Can y'all think of anything else I can put away?
Do you have your stash????
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