GROUND HOG DAY FOR THE FIFIELD'S

Well folks....I have given it about 5 weeks or so and it appears that our poor Jen-Jen is not able to "blog her nausea away". Actually, not even close. There is something absolute cruel about a woman having the Flu for 6-7 months NON-STOP! This poor girl- I feel for her- I really do. But as has been the case with our past kids, Team Fifield goes into samauri-anti-taliban dodge-the-volmit mode and somehow makes it work. Want a sample of the normal day routine? OK..Ok.. since you insist.

615am- Jason rises from the dead and takes our dumb dog downstairs for it's morning pit-stop.
620am- Dog is given a doggy treat as positive reinforcement for its piss outside and eats b-fast.
625am- make 1/2 cup Oatmeal w/ brown sugar, paper cup with crushed ice, and a dash of h20.
628am- carry the above to Jen along with a napkin, phenegren suppository, and a Zophran pill.
630am- Wake up the kids and shuffle them down the stairs to eat b-fast.
645am- I go to the Gym (2-3 days wk) or spend time talking with the kids during b-fast.
745am- get back from the gym, get kids dressed, make lunches, do hair, and off to school.
835am- usually hear Jen-Jen performing her 1st barf of the morning...go up and dump the bowl.
845am- approx. time when dumb dog lays his morning brown-trout on our carpet. OVER IT!
900am- finish getting Jaida dressed and ready for pre-school or for Wednesday's w/Grandma.
915am- Jaida is picked up for preschool and I pick up dumb dog's scented-gift off the carpet.
920am- Grandma Downs arrives and collects, washes, dries, and folds laundry for the family.
930am- I finally hit the shower, get ready for work, answer business calls all in between.
10am- Jason heads off to work-Jen barfs 2nd time for the day. Brutal.

At this point, Jen is usually left to the wolves for the rest of the day. Her friends are great and stop in to visit her almost daily. She is so blessed to have such good friends. She finds a way to survive kids from 330pm on, make sure they've done their homework, gets them fed, and into bed around 8pm. Grandma Downs is a life-saver and pops in through the day. All the while, Jen has usually barfed another 1-2 times thoughout this torturous-span.

Smells nausiate her, kids smell, food smells, dumb dog smells, the WORLD smells. Husband SUPER-SMELLS. It is a lonely 9 months for Mr. Mom....

8-9pm- I get home from work and bring up her nightly frozen yogurt from Paridise Island.
910pm- Dump Jen's barf bowl from the bathroom where she is soaking in the tub.
930pm- Jen back in bed. Evenings are the worst. 1-2 more barfs, brink of volmit untill asleep.
945pm- I start picking up, doing dishes (occasionally), puting out b-fast bowls for kids b-fast.
1030pm- Hop on the computer, answer emails, push projects, ect...for work
12pm- I call it a night. Jen is usually in and out of sleep, nausiated, and miserable.

THIS IS OUR GROUND HOG DAY. EVERYDAY....OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
I ask myself why we do this to ourselves? But when I go upstairs and check in on each kid, I love to sit next to them and watch them sleep. Kids sleep so soundly. As a parent, there are very few times in your life that you will ever love your kids more than when they are sleeping. Sounds funny but it is true.

The Kids are good. They miss their Dad due to long hours at the office trying to get things financially stable in an incredibly unstable marketplace. But even more than their dad, the Girls miss their Mom. Jen is an incredibly strong woman. She sacrifices so much each and every pregnancy that it amazes me. I would rather put my face through a meat grinder than go through 7 months of the flu.

Some say that the curse of Eve was given to women simply because men could never hack it. There is some serious truth to that theory.

OH CRAP-I gotta go. Another barf-bowl dumping calls....... Brutal