Last year my best friend did one of the nicest things.  She invited me and some other women for breakfast.  I know that sounds so simple but wait there's more.  In preparation for our attendance she contacted our families and had surprises waiting for us.  When we arrived she decorated her dining room in a matter that would suit a queen.  As we all gathered together she told us that we were all there because we were people that were special to her. She then tried to joke around about how she was going to sell us knives but we all laughed because she is rather opposed to those types of parties.  She had us each individually sit in a "throne' and placed a tiara on our head.  She then read individually to each of us reasons why we are so special to her and the things she admired about us.  She had stories she shared about each one of us.  Needless to say we all had mascara streaming down our faces.   The women in that room represented something special to her.  She then gave us each a gift.  The gift was a binder filled with letters from each of our family members with words of gratitude.  In the binder was also a few games to help us get to know each other.  At the end she had us each write a blessing or something we admired about each person in the binder.  It was one of the nicest moments I've ever had in my life.  It was great to share with women whom I admire greatly. I must say the food was incredible.  She refused to allow any of us to help with clearing the table or dishes.  She wanted us to feel taken care of.  WE did feel taken care of.  I have always been one who feel that it is important to tell people that mean something to you that you value them while you can.  I have seen far too many people in deep sorrow because their loved ones didn't really know how they felt about them.  I will never forget that day. It was an honor to be included with the group of women that came.  I kept my binder and on a really bad day I still walk around the house with my tiara on.

I have had a lump in my throat for about the past week.  It is driving me crazy!!!  It is not like sore throat.  I would say it just feels like there is a knot in there.  Several years ago I took thyroid medication for hypothyroidism.  When I was pregnant with my daughter the doctor told me that I no longer suffered from it and took me off the meds.  I have been off meds ever since.  I had  heard that once you have a thyroid issue it never goes away so this surprised me.  I am really exhausted. All the time. I just don't feel like my best self.  I want to have lot of energy and play with my kids but I'm just too wiped out.  I want to clean like a mad dog but I just can't do it.  I trimmed the shrubs in the front yard yesterday and it totally wiped me out.  My right arm shook every time I tried to lift even a drink for the rest of the day.  I'm not sleeping real well at night but I'm sleeping all the time.  I can't seem to get enough sleep. I take a nap just about every day. My poor husband keeps asking me if I'm O.K..  He keeps telling me to go to the doctor.  I keep thinking it will go away the next day.  It is just stubborn.  I'm probably overreacting.  I just want to feel rested and like there isn't something in my throat.  I hat going to the doctor.

I came home from the store a little while ago to find that our 13 year old had vomited.  He NEVER makes it into the toilet. NEVER.  I'm not bitter about it.  It's just that he NEVER make it.  I don't understand how a 13 almost 14 year old child doesn't make it to the restroom.  It's not even that it's just the toilet he misses.  He doesn't even make it to the tiled floor.  Do you see where I'm going?  He vomited on his bed, on the carpeting, on his pillow and on his clothing.  Seriously.  I don't know that he has ever made it into the toilet and I'm not even sure he's ever even made it onto the tile.  You wouldn't believe how many times we've had to shampoo our carpeting just to clean up his vomit. When he was little he would vomit on me.  At least he has stopped doing that.  You know what this means don't you?  1 down 2 to go.  My best bet is that our daughter gets it next.  She is predictable when it comes to when she is about to vomit. She usually makes it to the restroom.  After her first vomit I usually get her a bucket. and just hold her a lot.  Finally, I'm willing to bet this brownie that I'm eating.  (Yes, mom's can still eat after they have cleaned up massive vomits that contained half eaten carrots, pickles, and brownies.) I bet that our middle son gets it last.  Fortunately he ALWAYS, you read it right ALWAYS makes it to the toilet.  That is just who he is.  Sometimes he won't even tell us he did it.  I even had to tell him that if he throws up or feels sick during the night to come and tell me so that I can help him.  The last time he poked his head in my door and whispered," Mom, I just wanted to tell you I threw up."  Then he went into the living room, laid down on the couch, and watched cartoons.  I came out to check on him and he already had a towel over his pillow and a bucket.  That is who he is. He even made it to the toilet when he was a toddler.  I think the ways my children vomit is very much like their personality.  High maintenance, a little needy in the attention area but fairly self sufficient, and unusually responsible.  They are all good kids. Just a little different.