Wednesday Windbag

I am not really going to whine - just talk about what is going on. I will keep the name until I come up with something else. What to talk about? Friday, my D2yS will be undergoing 2 procedures while sedated. First he will have an MRI to try to determine if there is a cause for his nystagmus, a condition that shows itself as an involuntary constant rapid eye movement. There isn't a cure for it but there are tactics that people are able to use. Some he already uses on his own like tilting his head to level the world. While under he will have blood drawn too to try to see if there is a biological reason as to why he isn't gaining any weight. Next he will have surgery to remove his umbilical hernia. I am assured by a friend that this is not a major surgery but anything that cuts my little guy is major to me. He will be out of commission for a few days. What did his intelligent mother do? Made an appointment for Friday afternoon for the older 2. They will be staying home to help me - one will go to the hospital with me in the morning and the other will stay home to tend to the now 5 week old. Then we will all go to the dentist in the afternoon if we get out of the hospital on time. If not, I will reschedule. The dentist was very open to playing it by ear when I called with the dilemna yesterday. Thank goodness they are of age to where I can sign them in and then stay with the 2 littles until the 2 biggies are done. I knew there was a reason why I had them so long ago :-).
I have an idea for Mother's Day - it hit me in the car and I had to cry to a song that played when I was carrying the 16 yo - Oleta Adams Get there any way you can. I am going to write each child a note about what there presence on this earth means to me - what do I think is their great features, one thing I am proud of, a memory of them that makes me laugh out loud, a memory of them that can break me down in a heartbeat. As a parent, I tend to think that simply providing a roof over there heads, food in their bellies and clothes on their backs is showing them that I love them. It is great but it is also helpful to be able to pull out a note and remember when they were told I love u in a note form. I keep old loveletters from my other half and smile and cry whenever I read those sappy things. Knowing how much it took for him to write them - ok, he is actually more of a sappy writer than I am so there were many notes - but he took the time to write to me to tell me he loved me(first time I was told was in a note that he slipped to me at work; the goofball couldn't tell me face to face although he wrote it and didn't want me to read it until we parted company). I have them all and read them whenever I feel as if he doesn't understand my feelings on something or if I know I am about to go over the deep end. Puts things into perspective. Anyway, I am going to write to them all and may just mail them to the house - seems crazy to spend a stamp when they all live in the same house. Nope, I got it! I will put the notes in the mailbox at home without the stamp - they check the mail. I can put them in before I pick them up from school but after the maildeliverer has come for the day.
Anywho, time to make the donuts - really,it is time to drink another glass of water to keep up my moo milk supply.