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I don't like having to come up with titles. It seems like a chore. I'm not going to use them anymore. Enough said.

I've been unusually busy the past few days. Freddie started preschool and speech this week. I finally took Macy to her pediatrician to figure out what's making her feel so icky. Turns out it's her ears again. I don't want to give her antibiotics, but I really should help her out. Her allergies are going crazy (as are Freddie and Quin's.) The *good* things are that she has an appointment in a couple of weeks for a hearing test and consultation to schedule ear tube surgery, and our visit to the ped opthamalogist went well- her "wandering" eye doesn't require a patch or glasses at this time. My children are on-going medical challenges. I wonder what it's like to have children that have perfectly shaped ear canals, no allergies, no chemical imbalances, no constipation and can eat anything they want without getting eczema.

Did I mention that the day I get my act together, we're going to find a chiropracter close enough to us that I can commit to going 3-5 days a week for quick adjustments? We need Dr. Jeff. Most of the above were under control or gone when we were seeing him. I wish his office was closer. His method worked perfectly for us. Start going to him 5 days a week for adjustments, get re-checked a month later, maybe drop to 3 days a week, re-check again and eventually see him 1 or 2 days a week. We were in and out in 15 minutes. He charged us a low weekly fee. It was the perfect. We all felt better and I wish I could find a "Dr. Jeff" near home. In my spare time...

Fred left today for a golf trip with his dad in Michigan. I'm torn between feeling like I have some alone time and feeling overwhelmed by having the kids by myself 24/7 until Sunday morning. I actually scheduled a babysitter for Friday night for a few hours. What shall I do???

Fred and I went to Projekt Revolution, a sort of "Lollapalooza" event hosted by Linkin Park at the former Tweeter Center. It was good, juvenile fun. We and some friends ate and drank in one of the sky boxes. I fell asleep on the couch when we got home Saturday night and didn't get up until Monday morning. Yep, I was sick, sick, sick. Why is it that every couple of years I forget that I'm not a hard-partying rock star anymore? Fred was gracious enough to care for the kids all day, take them out of the house to allow me to sleep and watch Lifetime and the Travel Channel all day. He wasn't however, kind enough to remind me that after finishing the entire bottle of cabernet, it's not a good idea to throw back a couple of shots of vodka, a Mike's Hard Lemonade and several Red Bull/vodkas. Geesh, just the thought of it makes me want to cringe!

I need to post more kid pics on here. Maybe next time.

Tonight I'm grateful for: having the bed all to myself tonight- at least until Macy wakes up and doesn't feel good and needs Mama