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By M Davies   /     May 16, 2009  /     I hate my neighbors, Mommyhood  /     3 Comments

I was woken up 3 separate times so far this morning.  I kept hearing drums all night or possibly bass music from someone’s car.  I decided to get up and investigate what the hell was going on.  We live admist a bunch of trailers.  We do not live in a trailer – its a modular, but anyway there are a bunch of trailers including a trailer park around us.  These guys that live across from us caddy corner (in a trailer) always have these drunken nights/days where they are playing horseshoes, or volleyball, or…  tonight they were all gathered around a fire, playing fucking bongo drums….at 4 o’ fucking clock in the morning.  Can you tell I’m not a morning person?

Whatever.  At least I identified where the sound was coming from and could go back to bed.  Or so I thought.

I was in mid REM cycle when Gabby comes out of her room asking me if she could watch Nick Jr. play date because its on.  I mumbled something to her, to go put it on in her room.  She took this as permission to put on her TV and blare it at full volume.  Then she comes out of her room again telling me that she needed a bucket to puke in, I told her to just go into the bathroom and throw up into the toilet.  So I heard her in there doing that.  At that point Rich wakes up and flips out on her for having the TV turned up so loud. 

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  At any rate, I’m up. There’s no going back to bed now.

What is up with Nick-at-Nite anymore?  I remember vividly when I was maybe 7 or 8 watching Mr. Ed, the Donna Reed show, Car 54 Where are you?, Get Smart and such shows with my grandfather.  To me those shows are classic TV and will forever be mortalized in Nick-at-Nite status for that very reason.  I was flipping through the TV this morning and now Nick-at-Nite has The Nanny on?  What the hell?  Home Improvement?  Family Matters?  Have I woke up in a parallel universe? 

Speaking of Mr. Ed…

Our neighbors directly next door got horses!  Two honest-to-god real, live horses.  I have rode on horses before, but never in my life have I experienced living next to them and getting to see them all of the time.  They are so NEAT!  Here are some pics: 



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By M Davies   /     May 03, 2009  /     Misc/Crap  /     0 Comment

With the help of Dreammoods, here’s a short listing of the messed up dreams I’ve had over the last week (not all necessarily in the same dream):

To dream that you are topless, signifies your way of showing and exhibiting love. You may be inviting love toward your direction.


To dream that you are attending a reunion, suggests that there are feelings from the past which you need to acknowledge and recognize. Alternatively, it indicates that you have incorporated the various aspects/qualities of the people in your dream reunion.


To see a deer in your dream, symbolizes grace, gentleness, and natural beauty. It has feminine qualities and may point to the feminine aspect within yourself. It also represents independence and virility. Consider the symbol to be a pun for someone who is "dear" to you.


To see snow in your dream, signifies your inhibitions, repressed/unexpressed emotions and feelings of frigidity. You need to release and express these emotions and inhibitions. You may also be feeling indifferent, alone and neglected. If the snow is melting, then it suggests that you are acknowledging and releasing emotions you have repressed. You are overcoming your fears and obstacles. If the snow is dirty, then it refers to a loss in innocence, impurity and uncleanness. Some aspect of yourself or situation has been tainted.


I can’t make heads or tails out of any of it, but the dreams have been so vivid.

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Bleach baths and nose cream. Wait. What?

By M Davies   /     May 02, 2009  /     Mommyhood  /     0 Comment

My son Owen has been sick for half of the week.  On Wednesday night, when I picked up him and Gabby from daycare they seemed happy and normal.  Around 6pm after we got home, Gabby and him were watching TV and playing in her bedroom.  All of the sudden she came running out of her bedroom "Mommy, Owie puked!  Owie puked!  Owie puked!"  (As I’ve mentioned before repeating things is a problem with her).  I went into the bedroom and sure enough there was a puke spot on the carpet, I cleaned it up, luckily it wasn’t too bad.  Owen was laying on the floor in the corner kind of out of it.  I felt his head….he was ON FIRE.  I brought him out to the bathroom and took his temperature which read 101.  I gave him some pedialyte and baby tylenol and he went to lay down in his crib.  The next day I kept him home from daycare just as a precaution with all of this Swine Flu shit going around. 

Friday I just as well assumed that everything would be back to normal and we’d all be back to work and daycare.  3am comes.  Owen starts screaming, I went in his room to check on him and he was complaining about his hands.  His hands were all covered in open sores.  This isn’t a new thing as he’s had eczema bad for several years.  One thing I did notice though, he was refusing to do anything with his hands.  He didn’t want to pick up stuff, he didn’t want to play and anytime he moved his hands he would start screaming and crying. 

I started freaking out and gave him more tylenol for the pain and then called the telenurse (it was only 6am by this point so the doctor’s office was not open).  She was going to setup an appointment for Owen to see his pediatrician.  9am hits and I’m at work, I reluctantly dropped Owen and Gabby off at daycare, I was fighting every urge in my body to rush him to the ER.  The pediatrician calls me and schedules an appointment for 11:30 am. 

After the doctor looked at Owen he immediately knew he had a staph infection of his eczema.  Owen also broke out in a rash on his butt (not diaper rash though) and on his chin.  These rashy patches were all related to the staph infection.  The fever and puking from Wed night were unrelated.  The doctor was going to prescribe me an antibiotic and also a cream to put on the affected areas.  He recommended I put the cream inside of his nostrils so if Owen decides to wipe his nose with his hands he does not get anymore bacteria on the infected area.  What?!?!  Put cream inside of his nose.  I thought I was hallucinating.  Then after that he told me once the infection clears and his hands go back to normal (here’s me:  define normal) that I should start giving him baths with bleach in the water.  Huh?  I really thought I was hallucinating at this point … I was up since 3am so it was entirely possible. 

At any rate, I take the prescription to the pharmacy to get filled.  As a side note, I can’t ever read his handwriting, I have no idea how the pharmacist is able to figure out what it says.  I assumed there was a prescription written out for cream and the liquid stuff.  Turns out that he only put the liquid stuff on there…there was no cream.  So I’m supposed to put cream up his nose, except now there is no cream for me to do it with.  I started researching the Bleach bath stuff online, and it turns out that is legit based on this article.

We’ve been to see a dermatologist locally that put him on desonide cream and told me to change his shampoo to Johnsons and Johnsons baby shampoo, use cetaphil on his skin for cleansing, and back to dreft for washing his clothes.  I did all of that and the eczema improved slightly for a week or two then came back even worse.  We went to see a pediatric dermatologist within the realm of Geisinger’s Children’s hospital in Danville back at the beginning of the month who put us on Lidex cream and Hydrozine antihistimine.  As of a week and a half ago, his hands were completely 150% healed for the first time in…..well….a LONG time.  Then Sunday I noticed a little spot, as if the eczema was starting to come back.  I started plastering the cream on again, but it got progressively worse up until Friday when I was ready to rush him to the ER.

So, I’m like, out of ideas.  Ya know?

Maybe the bleach bath doesn’t sound as insane as it did yesterday. 

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