FLY ON THE WALL TIME....

12 bloggers will tell you what its like to be a FLY ON THE WALL in their home for a day. 

Well I will give you the details of what goes on in my home!

From my previous posts, my life is not that interesting. That's ok I don't mind. But we have had some changes. I have 3 kids, 3 cats and now a puppy. She is the cutest thing. She is a basset mix. We think maybe beagle, but her vet said she is on the bigger side so could be Saint Bernard mix as well. We plan on doing a DNA test in a few weeks. 

Her name is Lady. Not from Lady and the Tramp(well sort of), but from Game of Thrones. Sansa's direwolf. See, nerdy me lol. 

She is a pretty good puppy. She is in the rotten stage. playing non stop and running and just being rotten. But so cute so its OK. 

My husband got the new XBOX ONE. Have you heard about it? Have one? Its made gaming to be even more lazy. Pretty soon there will be no need for a controller! He loves it! He figured out how to play a game(it didn't need the controller) and the giggle that came out of his mouth! Like a kid on Christmas.

We have had a house full of sick people. First my oldest and my youngest were sick together, then my middle child caught it. And now I am getting it. Oh what fun it is to be sick. And I am supposed to get my new vacuum! How can I use it if I am sick?! Wait, am I the only one who is happy to use a new vacuum? I have a feeling some, if not all, of you are reading this and thinking DON'T VACUUM RELAX! YOU HAVE AN EXCUSE. Am I right? Of course I am. Us women want to relax when we can. 

My husband(I am so very proud of) is getting out of the army this summer. He has 2 tests coming up to become a police officer and a deputy! How awesome! He has been studying like crazy. Those cop episodes are crazy, but studying each episode will come in handy. I am really proud of him! 

Ok so one more thing before I send you off to the read the other bloggers. I just found out I have fibromyalgia. I am doing physical therapy to help with it. Before I had 4-5 different diagnosis of what was wrong and I just learned that those 4-5 different diagnosis can be caused by this one diagnosis. So if any of you are familiar with it, please email me. I am still new and don't know what to expect and would love people to talk to! dates2diapers@gmail.com(you can reach me there). Ok so now that you have seen an adorable puppy I will send you off to read the other posts!

Baking In A Tornado

The Rowdy Baker

Just A Little Nutty

Spatulas on Parade

The Sadder But WiserGirl

Followme home . . .

Searching for Sanity

Menopausal Mother

Stacy Sews andSchools

The Lazy Mom’sCooking Blog

Spinster Snacks

I peed myself...I think?!

ITS SWAP DAY!! Whoo hoo! 12 bloggers had sent in prompts, Karen mixed them up in a hat, wine glass, shoe, whatever was handy(I prefer to use the wine glass) and then sent them out to each other. No one knows who got their prompt until today.

I got my prompt from Single Mum and it is:

What is the most awkward situation you have ever been in?


I don't think I have very many awkward situations. I tend to either avoid those or just turn it in my favor, but I do have one that's not so awkward, but funny. 


I had surgery of June 2012. I was 24. An adult of some sort. I had my gallbladder removed. I was told the process and all that. I was so freaked out that my surgeon approved for a relaxer in my IV. It made me fall asleep. I didn't get to ask any questions(like the first gazillion I asked wasn't enough).

I remember waking up in the recovery room. Being asked the year if I was ok, in pain, the normal. I guess? Well I feel wetness. The first thing I blurt out is I PEED MYSELF. OMG! The nurse says ITS OK IT HAPPENS. I am still groggy arguing NO ITS NOT. I WAS TOLD I WOULD HAVE A CATHETER I SHOULDN'T OF PEED MYSELF. (I trust by now you are laughing. I did a few months later). We went back and forth about my peeing on myself. It was a mess. 

I get wheeled out to the room to get dressed and everything and I am changing my clothes and I realize I did not pee on myself. It was sweat. Just sticky, smelly sweat. I was sweating so bad and it was cold in the hospital. I checked the sheet, I checked my undies no pee. 

Imagine how relieved I was I didn't pee on myself, then it hit me. I argued with a nurse about me peeing on myself and I didn't pee on myself. How does that happen!? What else did they give me? All I kept thinking was man this is not good. You may think WELL AT LEAST YOU DIDN'T PEE ON YOURSELF. And you are right, but I argued I did and I didn't. I just went home and slept. I tried to forget all about it, but I couldn't. I am glad I didn't because then I wouldn't have a post to write about. 

                    Baking in a tornado
                    The Momisodes
                    Stacy Sews and Schools
                    Follow me home . . .
                    Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
                    Confessions of a part-time working mom
                    Evil Joy Speaks
                    Spinster Snacks
                    FBX Adventures (In Parenting)
                    More Than Cheese and Beer
                    Searching for Sanity
                    Small Talk Mama

                    Juicebox Confession
                    Spatulas on Parade