Hello Mr. Sun...

It has been nice to see the sun the past 3 days. Of course the first day of the sun, we spent it locked up at Children's hospital for M&M. But before we left for the hospital, we were able to get a walk in with M&M to soak up some vitamin D. We walked over to Trader Joes for some odd and ends to get us through the next couple of days of being cooped up. Oddly enough as we were leaving TJ's parking lot, a car stopped and the man inside offered us a ride. It was a nice car, a newer Audi and the man was well  dressed. TFOLT politely declined the offer (You know the offer to get into some strangers car with your 5 year old. I am pretty sure I seen that horror movie before when I was about 15. I was screaming at the theater screen, DO NOT GET IN THE CAR YOU KNOW HE IS JUST GOING TO KILL YOU!!!  I was thinking to myself all though the movie,  how stupid do the writers think we are to believe a person will randomly accept a ride from a stranger). The next block over we bumped into one of my Sunday School kid's Grandma (why yes Catholic kids have Sunday school. It is religious education which is offered on Sunday aka Sunday school. I like to date myself and  refer to religious ed as CCD). TFOLT and I speculated with the Grandma what the man in the Audi's intentions actually were. Funny, the world we live in now a days where a good Samaritan's gesture is regarded suspiciously.  After my first guess of murder, my second guess was he was a car salesman. Of course I found it amusing that it is so unusual for people to be seen walking to the store instead of driving. TFOLT and I  were speaking only a few minutes before that when  I had announced I wanted one of those carts to put groceries in when we were out walking. He replied, "so you can be those kinds of people"? I had no idea what "those kinds of people" were so I said, "what kind? The kind that is saving all kinds of moola in gas by walking"? TFOLT exclaimed, "I never thought of it that way, but I like the savings of the money, so yep we will be those kinds of people". So apparently I have been given the green light to buy a "little old lady" cart. Hmm I wonder if that makes me a little old lady?

A Day Late A Dollar Short

Once upon a time in a land far far away there was a girl who was always on time. Her motto was "If you are not 1o minutes early, you are late". The girl grew up and married TFOLT who did not subscribe to the silly notion that the girl held dear to her heart. TFOLT had many fine qualities but being on time was not one of them. TFOLT and the girl had many lovely children. Life got difficult especially as the children aged. Lounging in bed became norm not because those children were lazy but because 4 of them had juvenile arthritis. Mornings were difficult as joints refused to budge and move.The girl who grew up to be the mother, looked in the distant past fondly remembering when she was always on time instead of  rush, rush rush. But she was thankful that she no longer had to make the early morning daycare drop off, the hour long commute to the office, the constant shouting, "hurry up, we are late". Instead she stayed home frittering away on the couch eating bon bons subscribing to the theory that all learning in the house was done through osmosis. It was a happy house. Mornings became a thing of a distant past, as the magnificent children stayed up later and later so they could greet their father, TFOLT who worked  hard into the night building airplanes. Then one day the youngest, a fine young lady announced she wanted to supplement her learning through osmosis and take a class or two with her friends. The mother conceded as the beautiful girl had only teenage brothers to entertain her throughout the day. Then the realization came to the mother that the highers ups in the world of school required a start time of 9:30 am, practically the middle of the night for the family whose beginnings could be traced back to the mother who was a girl who held close to her heart, "you are late if you are not 10 minutes early". So the mother traded in her flowing gowns for a drill sergeant's uniform. No longer was the day greeted with peace and tranquility. Instead, one could hear the mother's shrill barking of the orders, "hurry up! We are late! No, we do not have time for braids! Did you hear me??? We are late! The comely Princess who only knew days filled with butterflies, rainbows and unicorns was soon introduce to a world of a commuter mentality. She learned to balance her coffee cup full of milk on her lap while quickly munching on her Cliff Jr. Bar while her mom whisked the carriage off to a land of higher learning all the while her mother proclaiming, "We are going to be late! We are late! What is with the lights? Why will it not turn green? Oh your class has started. We are late! ....Oh thank God, we are on time".

M&M wondering, "if we are so late why do we have time for this picture?"

Psoriasis and Psoriatic arthritis just sucks!

I can handle the fact that I have psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis. It is hard to handle the fact that my 5 children all have psoriasis and 4 have psoriatic arthritis. My heart breaks into 500 million little pieces when I see my kids suffer. I have tremendous guilt knowing I gave them this horrendous gene.

M&M my 3 year old has a UTI. It has been a bit of a nasty bug with fevers topping out at 106 degrees, a typical febrile seizures and other seizures not caused by fever but illness. If it was not bad enough to be suffering from a UTI, her reflux is out of control. It makes for a paranoid mommy. Even at age 3, little Miss has been known to stop breathing in her night from the reflux. Can it get any worst? It has been confirmed she has scalp psoriasis. Not shocking news at all since we found psoriasis behind her ears earlier this summer. It does  not seem to bother her a whole lot, for Little Miss this is just what normal is.It just adds to the guilt that I have. I can only pray that some day soon there will be a cure for autoimmune diseases.