That is fabulous Barb well done.
umm sorry lindor that was my fault you musta smelt the pizza i made for the kids last night through the forums... lol
i love cheese

nothing would get me to give it up... lol
.. i had another couple of crappy days ... fighting with hubby getting cranky with the kids ... and got the phonecall from the immunisation clinic .. they needed me to get a referal .. so went to the doctor to discuss it with her and decided to immunise miss moffit while i ws there.. like my doc said either way you know she is going to react why drag her to town to do it..( though i did want a bit of support to get her threw i gave in and agreed with the doctor) both ways i will have to deal with it.. Leah kicked the doctor( in the face

i feel terrible for the doctor) hid under the chair screamed like a banshy .. then ran out of the doctors office and hid under a chair in the waiting room . .. the screaming continued for about 3 hours as she blew up like a balloon ( arms legs and body but not the face very much ) and had to take her clothes off becuase they got too tight but the phenergan got her swelling down.. Leah got the ice cream treatment before she decided to talk to me again .. she was so angry with me for making her so sick.
hubby came home snapped at me about something and i grew three heads and screamed at him till he left ... he was being a complete *** hole and deserved it though .. He expects me to always have everything together. Im supposed to not get frustrated when the kids dont listen after a very emotional and stressful day . its like im not allowed to be stressed.. or upset.. i am suppose to just carry on and cook his ****ing dinner.. and make it gosh darned with sprinkles on top perfect every gosh darned with sprinkles on top night.. im sick of it.. he is so fussy and ****ing rude.. too boot about my cooking .. **** him.
what am i suppose to do i try so gosh darned with sprinkles on top hard to keep her well .. i check everything she eats and keep her away from sick kids ... and yesterday i had to go againest everything i have worked so hard to avoid.. I went to bed alone last night crying at the memory of my daughters face of absolute fear and battrael she had when i found her under the chair of the waiting room.. poor kid .. whio wouldn't be terrified of a needle that makes you so sick..