The Pestilence that will not be NAMED!

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The last two weeks i have been sick with a head cold and my husband had enough of the coughing not to mention the price of tissues I swear have gone up. I told him the doctor won’t be able to do anything for me but I still took care of it and guess what I have viral bronchitis . The doctor said I must be around people who smoke because only smoker really get this.

Now that’s funny because no one of my friends smoke. In fact I have asthma so I know if I am around smoking I cut my life span down. (Which wouldn’t be a big deal if you think my grandmother is turning 100 this year.)  Bars don’t even let people smoke in them and when I have a cold I avoid any and all places that might have someone smoking because I hate getting bronchitis.  They changed my rescue inhaler for a different one in hopes that will clear things up.  The mornings are the worst and my voice comes and goes. So you can Imagine my kids love it because all I can do is snap my fingers or clap my hands. Which my 3 year old takes as keep on going mom thinks you are being cute.

Sunday morning before the Urgent care visit my son comes up to me and says “My head itches.” I ask him to give me a second and I figure out my cycle started. (What? Yes that’s right crazy train has felt the station might not be back)

I take him outside and sure enough I find pestilence we will no name because it might bring them back. I try hard not to freak out instead I tell my husband get the clippers and get rid of all that hair.  This kid had tons of hair. It took twenty minutes to get it short enough.  After he was done clipping I made him change his clothes outside, covered his head in Crisco, wrapped it with plastic wrap and tapped it so nothing could escape.  I might have started chanting DIE bug Die in my very hoarse voice.  I quickly checked everyone else heads and they looked cleared.

I didn’t know where to start. I was completely lost because last time I was in such a panic I called a friend over to help me and than passed out. No joke I totally passed out from not breathing.  I quickly did what I could remember pulling apart all the bed, pillows and the list goes on.  I don’t have a steamer and I didn’t want to become the plague to my friends so I didn’t borrow the streamer instead I vacuum the beds and anything else you can think of.  My husband took the girls and left for the day.

Here I am sick, on my period and my son has lice once again.  Than it hit me someone has to have a list of everything a person should do if their family has lice.  I search and found every horror story possible to the point I had a complete and utter anxiety attack and than my OCD clicked in.

Monday morning arrives and I found two black nits on my sons head which means the lice is dead.  I checked my daughters head and I wasn’t sure what I found. One tiny clear seed pod.  I pulled it out and sprayed her head and the other daughters head with tea tree oil mix.  As the day went on my son helped clean by watching his yonder brother while his sisters were at school.  The day went on and my anxiety crazy train took off thinking about that seed pod I found on her head. My head wouldn’t stop itching so after picking the girls up from school I quickly covered their head in Crisco as they both cried.  Than I put bright pink shower caps on their heads. I than covered mine because I couldn’t’ stop itching and by the way still can’t.

Homework done, and the kids were all playing with their crisco heads. I sat down and started to make a check list of everything that needed to be done.  I call it the Lice Check List of things to always keep on hand, what needs to be washed vs bagged or dryer.

Once I get it finished I will put it up on the site for anyone and every one to use.  The Pestilence that will not be named is currently unfound in the house. I refuse to say we are clear but I haven’t found a nit but those things are so tiny who know until 14 days later.


No one is safe from the pestilence that will not be name if you have kids of any age. Girl, Boy doesn’t matter they all bring it home at some point.  I have put the fear in my kiddos and told them if teachers have a problem they can call the momma.

List coming soon.


Allow them to Discover

Discover YOurself

I have been watching many friend struggle in their adult lives. As I watched, talked and listened I realized they missed a really important step in their lives. Self Discover.   We are all parents between 30-45 and yet each one of us are in different area of our lives.

College for me was the step to discovering who I was without my parents and what I believe.  I questioned everything from the air I breathed to why am I here?  My mother hated this time in my life but she allowed me to work though my miss steps, triumphant steps with guidance from her but mostly from my dad who stood back and allowed me to make mistakes but was there when I needed a hug.

These friends missed that step.

As I questioned. I found my own personal answers.  As I grew I discoevered more answers. I married my best friend though those questions and answers.

Married life wasn’t easy bring two very different ideas about the world together. WE listen to each other and grew together asking questions and finding the answers together.  Another step my friends seemed to have missed in their marriage. (Not all but some)

I am very religious and I have no problem telling people but I will not force it down your throat. When I was younger I was taught to question and seek or find the answers for myself.  I still use those steps today as I seek answers in my life.  If something doesn’t sound right I question with an open mind and heart to find the answer and it will come over time.  The difference between my friends and I is that they never questioned the foundation they were taught. Now when the winds start to blow they can’t help but turn their heads to the loudest voice and listen instead of discovering it for themselves.

Ever day I discover something new about myself some good some not so good.  Each day I wake up with a song, a questions and a reason to figure out life.  No one tells me how to think or that my ideas are wrong because well they are my ideas on how to live, feel and think.

I want my children to find themselves without the winds of everyone else telling them what to think.  I want them to stand on their own two feet and own their decisions in life knowing the dad and I will always be there to hold them in a time of need.  Love them with the decisions they feel are right.

They are small still and I drag them to church every Sunday to listen to what I have been taught because I know it to be true. When the day comes and they need to find the truth out for themselves I have guided them the best I can. I did everything I could to give them a stepping off point.

I don’t want them to feel they need my approval for everything HOWever that would be a mothers dream but they wouldn’t find out who they are.

I want them to discover life the way I did. With a little safety cord for those times jumping off the cliff is just a little to scary.

Discover who you are before you bring little ones into the world.  Once you are a parent there is no time to figure it out.  Children look up to your for everything. Trust me I am tried every single day and wonder why I am doing it.

I am doing it because I was called to be a mom. No matter what anyone thinks or says this is my calling in life.   18 I wanted to conquer the world.  Today I want my kids discover who they are and be the best they can be. No need to conquer the world just conquer yourself.

“Mom this is the most Boring Summer Ever.”

When my son came to me the other day and said “Mom this has been the most boring summer ever.”  I pulled out my camera and started a slide show of everything he has done from swimming to make things go BOOM! He just shrugged his shoulders and left.

Welcome to motherhood where you can’t make everyone happy but all you can do is remember you tried your damnest to.

Summer is hard where we live because the temperatures can get up to 118 degrees making going outside impossible even to swim because the water isn’t cold it is like sitting in a bath.  (We dumped 10 bags of Ice in my father in laws pool to cool it off.)

Thankfully my kids are in  modified school year so we are able to have an amazing fall break 14 days of adventures. I decided what we couldn’t do this summer we will try during fall break.

School starts July 25th and while my girls are excited my oldest son is scared and his anxiety is flying high.  4th graded ended on such a low I wasn’t sure my son would ever be able to climb out of that hole.  His grades were fine A’s and B’s but he felt like he failed because he didn’t get all A’s like his 1st grade sister.  My husband and I felt like something was wrong but we had tried everything as natural as possible and yet his anxiety was flying high.  He was always angry at everyone, he never slept and well other body function took a back to seat until he was so full of it the doctors said “You son is so full of Shit.” We all laughed but we knew it was due to anxiety.

After lots and lots of praying we found a Dr. for my son to see.  The doctor came highly recommend and after lots of tears he took my son into his office alone and they talked. When my son came out it was my turn once again. The Dr. told me that my son goals are to better communicate with me and to be able to sleep.  I cried once again telling the doctor I just wanted my son back. He used to be happy not easy going but happy. Now he is always angry and never smiles anymore without a lot of effort.

He talked about everything I had done and he told me that was step 1-10 he would ask most of his clients to do. Since we are using him as a last resort we are at a last resort. Medication.  I cried once again because this was the last thing I wanted to do but I also knew we were at the last step.  The Dr wants to get his levels back were the need to be.

On the drive home from the Dr’s my son told me he feels he can’t talk to me about anything important because he is in fear that I will be upset or angry and than consequence of his actions will be handed out. (He is 10 years old)

I cried I have always tried to be open with my son and hoping he can be open with me.  This statement hit me hard as if someone pulled out my heart and ran it over several times.

I went to my husbands worked and cried because I feel like such a failure. The reason I never wanted to have kids was because I didn’t want to pass on my messed up brain. My husband reminded me that just like diabetes or thyroid to keep the chemical in the body at the right levels you need medication.

This week we have tried really hard to follow a new sleeping habit which has helped my son. He is sleeping most nights by 8:30. That hasn’t happened even as a baby.  He is taking medication but a very small dose and we have seen small improvements.

It hard not to feel like a failure in life when you realized you passed on chemical imbalance to your child.

Writing this out was more for me than anyone else reminding me that things could get worse and that I am doing what I feel is best for my child.  I am working on my own inner demons and maybe my son won’t be in the same place 20+ year later like his mom.  Instead he will be able to fight the demons and he is winning because my husband and I took a huge leap of faith.

Its been really hard lately

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Things have been crazy in my head. I mean life is crazy I am a mom 4 of with everyone home for summer break so it is endless questions, endless fighting and never getting a break from the crazy.  I have been beyond stressed the last two week. First because life and second I will be seeing my very stressful family for my baby sisters wedding. Baby sister if that is what you could call her baby is 5’9 has a PHD in Education and is 34 year old.  Not baby sister Little sister.

I have been in my head a lot, taking my anxiety from a five to a ten.  As my husband walked out the door to work today he suggested that I up my dose from 20 to 30 mg of Lexapro and walked out the door to work.

I wanted to scream at him.  He doesn’t have to take medication to function in life he has the ability to do it naturally. As he walked out the door suggesting that I nearly lost my mind.  I wanted to scream:

“Do you know what it is like to have someone touching you almost 24 hours a day and not just one person but 4 and sometimes more when the kids friends come over. Do you know what it is like to have someone ask you a million questions without stopping to hear the answer. Do you know what it is like to answer that question and be told you are wrong even though you are right. Do you know what it is like to have to eat when you can’t stomach the thought of sticking food in your mouth and ever little bit is killing you emotionally and mentally?  Do you know what it is like to fight against everything you were told as a kid and to rewrite you brain daily all the time while trying to be a mom?”

No he doesn’t because he isn’t in my head. He gets to deal with different type of crap that isn’t nearly as emotionally taxing.

There is nothing I would rather do than go back to being at a 5 in anxiety world.  I want that more than again but when I am never alone.  I am always moving, fixing, cooking, cleaning, kissing, hugging, feeding (trying to feed) listening to endless stories, endless fighting, wiping away endless tears. I am never able to find the peace I am looking for to bring me back to a 5.

Instead of telling me what I need to do I really needed a hug and to be told everything will be alright.  I needed to be told I am trying hard but my brain needs a rest instead of “you need to up your medication.”  I want to cry because nothing I want more in life is to feel peace inside my warring head.  I want to look in the mirror and see the woman other see every day.


Its not easy living in my head right now in fact it is down right exhausting. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do lots of things because I can’t get out of my head. I work out, I clean the house all the time wondering will anyone really care? Does anyone really care about my feelings or how crazy I feel? Do I matter? These thoughts run though my head as I fold another load of laundry, put away another set of clean dishes or make a dinner maybe only my husband will eat.

I fight the good fight but some days I want to give up and hide under my covers and pretend all is lost.  It would be so much easier to but I have kids I want to see become amazing adults so I pull up my big girl panties hoping for a shower and get my day started.

Summer has Arrived. Wait am I busier than before

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For the next 7 weeks summer has arrived in good old AZ.  Ok not really Summer vacation is only 7 weeks. Summer last until the first couple of weeks in October.

In those 7 weeks we have more places to go, doctors to see and friends to be with than we have during the school year.  June is already packed tight and I am still trying to squeeze things in.  After 3 years I am finally getting my shoulder checked out and hopefully fix. My son is going to see a shrink for his anxiety because we have tried everything else and nothing seems to be working.

Trust me when I have say. “I have tried it all!”

Sleep overs with friends, weddings to attend, birthday parties that need to be celebrated and lets not forget the need for sleep in there. Ohh I almost forgot Fathers Day.

Every day something is going on. Mostly fun things like swimming, museums, bookstore and reading.  Ahh yes reading. My 5 year old who is heading into kindergarten is reading.  While we are struggling to blend sounds she is reading and working hard so she will be able to read like her older sister.

Friday and Saturday will be 110-115 and my oldest is going to Cub camp.  I told my oldest he has to take, a water bottle, squirt bottle, and lots of sunscreen.  He wasn’t excited for sunscreen and told me NO. I told him than you can’t blame me for skin cancer that will cause you nose to fall off.  He didn’t believe me so I had him call his uncle who told him the skin cancer almost caused his nose to fall off.  (Not that extreme but he did have a hole in his nose the size of a nickel)

Hey whatever it takes to make my oldest to wear sunscreen.

Two months on Vyvanse and life has been so different.  I still struggle with eating, and my temper but I can deal with life so much better. Lots more laughs (unless Migraine) less yelling, cleaner house (For me!) Things get done every single day.  I love it!

My phone has alarms to remind me to each breakfast lunch and dinner as well as the snack in between to keep my calories up while I am running around and swimming.  Lots of swimming at my father in laws and friends home.

As my husband said “Its like Night and Day.  She is happy, enjoying life and is Heidi. The Heidi I knew that was locked up inside and couldn’t get out.”

He told me I am a positive person and understands why so many people ask for my thoughts opinions and help. (I decided not to ask him my anxiety train of thoughts that went that statement.)

My 3 year old has decided he loves his diapers and honestly fighting a 3 year old to potty train who thinks he is 2. Isn’t fun, (No matter how many times you tell him he is 3) Its not worth the power struggle until he is ready.  I just will tell him he can’t do certain things because he is in a diaper.  NO shaming just he can’t go to certain activities unless potty trained.

Even my thoughts are everywhere because that is what I feel like.

The loves sounds of my children are fighting to time to see what happened.

Lost and yet Found


This last year has been really hard on my 9 year old son. School has never been a challenge in fact he usually is very bored but this year something has changed.  He is struggling in all the subjects he found easy last year. I tried to get his teachers to talk to me but they are busy so I tried emailing than parent teacher conferences I would ask for help from them, advice. In the end  I would be is “Your son is super intelligent he understand stand concepts most adults do not understand but he struggles with his work”.

I told them I would email them every Friday if the could help me keep my son on track. For weeks I got your son is all caught up no problems. Than out of the blue I find what looks to be an assignment stuffed in his backpack along with several others. I email his teachers and they write yes those are 3 weeks late.  3 Weeks Late.  So while I was getting the your son is doing great emails in fact he was falling behind once again.

I have watched my sons anxiety grow epic proportions. I tried to to figure out what was going on but all his teachers would say is everything is wonderful and he would say everything is fine.

I have talk to them many times asking if I should get him tested or have him see someone to find out a way to better control his anxiety and sometimes his day dreaming and all I would get if you want to.

Do I want to? Hell No! I don’t want to be told that I have passed on this wonder gene known as Anxiety and ADD.

After lots of talking with my Hubby we are taking my oldest in to see a shirk who is a non medication unless needed. I figured why crawl to the top when I might as well to jump.

I want to hear he is a normal slightly stressed out 10 year old but in my heart I know differently.

To top off my week.  My daughters preschool teacher calls wanting to have a sit down two weeks before preschool is out to tell me my 5 year old is having trouble hearing and blending sounds. She might have dyslexia and I should get her tested.

As I set here I had already cried my eyes out wondering why I had children when I knew without a doubt that my children would have a 85% chance of having my disabilities.

My 5 year old daughter and my 3 year old son both giggled and ran around my feet as I cried and I realized I wouldn’t give any of this up.  I will fight for my kids, I will love my kids no matter what (Even if they call me from Jail at 3am Needing to bailed out of jail. They will just have to wait until I am truly up at 8am to get them.) I will do anything I can so they are happy, healthy and they can be who they are meant to be and not what society tells them to be.


On a wonderful side note I am still on the 20mg of Vyvanse (month 2) and my life is wonderful in the fact I am able to get my thoughts in one direction, I have been able to organize my house the way I always wanted too and my therapist has moved me from once a week appts to every 2 weeks.  There is life at the end of the tunnel.  I will always deal with an eating disorder I will never love food but I will eat so my family will have me around until I am old and 99 1\2 like my grandmother.   So they know what it is like to change diapers.

Reviewing A book on Eating Disorder

A few days ago I received a book in the mail about a woman’s struggle with her eating disorder. I was excited I wanted to hear her story and see how she was able to cope with her eating disorder.

As I read I realized the book pitched to me and the book I received were completely different.  The more I read the more I wanted to rewrite the book. It wasn’t the grammar or spelling errors that wanted me fix the story it was the fact the story pitched to me was the one I wanted to read. Not the book I received.

I found myself almost getting angry because I found nothing helpful in the book and as I finished the woman’s story I started to write a three start review. Very negative review.

I sat down and talked with my husband who opened my eyes to the fact I needed to reread the book for what it is one persons story of an eating disorder and not the story pitched to me.  I did as he suggested. I still didn’t like the book. However I realized I do not have the courage it would take to write down my own personal experiences let alone asking people to read and review it.

So instead of reviewing I will be asking for an interview I will post on Book him Danno. I am too close to the topic.

Everyone finds management in different way and I think hers is writing this book. No one will ever overcome an eating disorder but we are able to manage it better. She talked about seeing disappointment in her brothers eyes, drinking and abusing her medication to help her cope with the mental pain.

I wish we could have read her mothers thoughts because I want to know what it is like from the other side. Because I know what it is like to be overcome and living day in and out with an eating disorder but I have no idea what it does to those I love.  My husband has always been honest but my extended family has never said anything.

Since I read the book I did a little of my own research and here are a few things I found.

Eating disorders commonly co-occur with anxiety disorders. For those who have an anxiety disorder, a co-occurring eating disorder may make their symptoms worse and recovery more difficult. It’s essential to be treated for both disorders.

Anorexia has the highest fatality rate of any mental illness.

                  .9% of women will struggle with anorexia in their lifetime

                  The person restricts their food intake into unhealty levels. They do not need to be stick thin.

It is estimated that up to 4% of females in the United States will have bulimia during their lifetime

                 3.9% of these bulimic individuals will die


A 2004 study found that two-thirds of people with eating disorders suffer from an anxiety disorder at some point in their lives and that around 42 percent had developed an anxiety disorder during childhood, well before the onset of their eating disorder. Other studies also confirm that an anxiety disorder usually the onset of an eating disorder, but panic disorder often follows.

If you are interested in the book here is the goodreads like as well as the amazon link.