Birchbox!!!!

I'm beyond excited to announce that I signed up to receive a monthly Birchbox subscription. For those of you who don't know what it is, I'll be receiving a box of  beauty samples for just $10 a month. I can't wait to try out some new products without the hefty price tag. I'll be blogging about my experience with the products and hopefully along the way find a few that I absolutely love.My First box should be arriving this week, so be on the lookout for an upcoming blog post about what is inside.

Mom Guilt

Maliq has been in the DeVos Children's Hospital twice in the last week. It was basically for a a severe cold and what I believed was an ear infection. He did a breathing treatment and had chest x-rays the first time he was there. We were very pleased with our experience. Everything from the Nurses to the Valet Parking left a huge impression with us.  Maliq got to visit with a therapy dog, watch Finding Nemo and Cars and even left with stickers and a slushy. When we left the second time he told me that the Children's Hospital was a cool place. I'm afraid he's just going to want to go there for some R&R in the future. Yesterday he finally finished his medicine and seems to be on the mend. Not knowing what is wrong with your child is an incredibly scary feeling. I've never had to take my kids to the hospital, let alone twice in one week.

Monday was the second time we were down at the hospital. We waited a much longer time to be seen since it was a lot busier than our first trip there. We didn't get home until around midnight. I knew no matter how tired I was, that I need to get into work the next morning since I've already used  most of my vacation days for the year. I felt awful making Maliq get up so early the next morning. I let him go to my mom's house in his pajamas. He convinced my mom for two days in a row to let him stay in his pj's all day long. I think he was milking his sickness. Last night as I was making him get ready for bed, he asked me if I would stay home with him tomorrow. I proceeded to explain to my 3 year old that mommy needed to go to work so we could pay our bills, something which he doesn't even understand. With big, sad, puppy dog eyes, he looked at me and professed that he misses me so much when I'm at work, and he loves me. Talk about making mommy feel GUILTY!  I love my children so much and wish that I could be home with them full-time. I reassured him that I would get to spend the next three days home with him. That seemed to make things a bit better.