<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494449291217141042</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:51:10.403-05:00</updated><category term='husband'/><category term='missingwork'/><category term='alphafemale'/><category term='Sick kid'/><category term='Armageddon'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Another Day In The Life of Cris</title><subtitle type='html'>After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No habla ingles."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494449291217141042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF CRIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05711968456686049469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMxWV7JTr9s/SqRr4NTgNHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4vR3_GEQw3Y/S220/DSC01037.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494449291217141042.post-1451240755678845808</id><published>2009-09-08T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:13:35.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missingwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alphafemale'/><title type='text'>At home with my sick kid today!</title><content type='html'>Well, I kept my kid medicated on cold and flu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; all weekend. I am a bit of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;germaphobe&lt;/span&gt; and when I heard him start coughing on Saturday I started thinking ,Please God, don't let it be swine flu. Well, he sat beside me, watching the show about the world ending, and when he coughed a small spit bubble landed on my lip. I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grossed&lt;/span&gt; out and wanted to dip myself in bleach, but needless to say is could not raise my head off the pillow yesterday. As kids do he WOULD NOT chill out, sit down, or sleep, so I am better today and he is not. He through a fit wanting to go school this morning and even proclaimed to be done being sick. I gave him more medication and he is out, hopefully sleeping his day away. I already know this drill as soon as he gets to school and I get to work, the school nurse calls and says I need to come get my sick kid. My child does not understand the cost of gas so I avoided the who situation altogether :) He's pissed and said I was mean....I wish my mom would have been mean when I was younger and made me stay home from school. I guess I am a little mean, I am the alphafemale in this house. Hey, I don't want to be my children (boyfriend included) and my dogs make this way. They would not be able to tie there shoes without me. I love them all, but if I could avoid a day without a dumbass question or a dumbass joke I.E.  (Jay)What is round and blue? (Me)I don't know tell me Jay........................ (Jay) An orange holding its breath. OK the joke dumb but the way my kid laughs at that joke is funny and yet disturbing. my boyfriend, David, thinks he is the alphamale. I love him so we will just let that one go. I have to go clean since I have another day off, but you will hear from me again SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494449291217141042-1451240755678845808?l=anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1451240755678845808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-home-with-my-sick-kid-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494449291217141042/posts/default/1451240755678845808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494449291217141042/posts/default/1451240755678845808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-home-with-my-sick-kid-today.html' title='At home with my sick kid today!'/><author><name>ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF CRIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05711968456686049469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMxWV7JTr9s/SqRr4NTgNHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4vR3_GEQw3Y/S220/DSC01037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494449291217141042.post-6262548059025972641</id><published>2009-09-06T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:43:54.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armageddon'/><title type='text'>The end of the world!</title><content type='html'>I started this blog because I have alo&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. I was told its because I am ADD. My thoughts today are this. I have spent all weekend watching The History Channel playing marathons of any and all possible ways Armageddon is about to happen in 2012. Well, Yesterday when I started watching it, I was a li&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ttle sad and scared, then I woke up today and its still playing so I watch some more. I started to realize that it distracted me from my responsibilities at home, so I peeled my ass of the couch and addressed my son about a cough he has and realized he has fever so as a 13 yr old boy has it in his blood to be the winiest he can be clinging to my ass for dear life. I gave him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Robitussin&lt;/span&gt; and felt excited it would put his ass to sleep, wrong he fought it and still clung to me but he was drunk from the medication. Now I am babysitting my drunk kid and still can't get stuff done. I convinced him to lay down for an hour and asked my significant other if he needed help getting his media room together of course he did and I love to involve myself in his interests so we started putting his couch together. Well, he could'nt find his socket wrench and went downstairs to look. After about 10 minutes of waiting I yelled at my son and asked where David is. He yells he left???? What the hell I am waiting and he did not tell me he was leaving so I went downstairs and cleaned my kitchen spic and span. He gets back as I am finishing and all he said is "Im Sorry" men, I swear! I went back up stairs to finish helping him and as soon as we were done my dizzy son started following me around so I made him lay on the couch with me and watch History Channel show us the end of the world. I look over and he was distressed. I asked what was wrong he wouldn't answer me then he starts crying. I asked ,"why are you crying?" He said," I don't want the world to end in 2012." At that moment I realized 2012 is taking too long to get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494449291217141042-6262548059025972641?l=anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6262548059025972641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494449291217141042/posts/default/6262548059025972641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494449291217141042/posts/default/6262548059025972641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdayinthelifeofcris.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-world.html' title='The end of the world!'/><author><name>ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF CRIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05711968456686049469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMxWV7JTr9s/SqRr4NTgNHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4vR3_GEQw3Y/S220/DSC01037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
