Oh, I'm bring home a baby bumblebee...

Ok, I admit it. I have finally crossed the slightly crazy and am a complete lunatic. Too much swine flu, copperhead sightings, surgeries...my hypochondriac self can't take any more.

Last night Shawn and I took Josh and the neighbors little boy on a golf cart ride to the Inlet. Both of us wanted just a little time to enjoy the water.

As we leave the Inlet, Josh starts screaming bloody murder...and his foot is bleeding. We stop and Shawn pulls out what looks to be, maybe, a stinger. P.S. - Did I mention we weren't at our house and that both Shawn and I are allergic to bee stings?

Needless to say, I am freaking out, yelling to get home so I can get some Benadryl in my child. Probably scaring Josh more than necessary.

When did little things like this freak me out? Was it when I became a mom? All I know is that the thoughts of my children hurt (no matter how big or small) breaks me into a million pieces.

Re-Inspiration

Sometimes I find it hard to write on my blog (as you can see by the 4 month lapse in entries,) but I had a little re-inspiration over the weekend.

A friend of mine came over to cut my son's hair. She and I are facebook buddies. We may chat every now and again, but really keep up-to-date by looking at facebook.

While at my house though, Beth gave me the best compliment ever on my blog - it reminded her of the things her grandmother would say. Something my children would cherish forever.

From this moment on, I promise myself to continue writing - no matter how tired, busy or crazy I seem to be, that way, one day, my grandchildren can read what thoughts I had about raising their parents.

THANKS BETH!!!!