Update first:
H is alright. He got some medicine last night, so he rested very well. Today he was able to work and he got in to see a chiropractor. He's stiff and sore, but he will be just fine. The car will be fine, too. He got one estimate today and will work on getting a few more before he talks with the adjustor.
Phrase Friday:
M was turning them out today.
On the way to school this morning she said, "Uh-oh, pe-di-ohs." I think she was saying "Uh-oh, spaghetti-os!" Where did she learn that??? I have NO idea.
On the way to Target, she told me she was hungry and wanted ice cream. I told her I didn't have any ice cream. Her response? "Yes, oo do. In fij-oo-a-tor." Yes you do. In the frigerator. Oh, brother...no more secrets from her.
When we left Target, she had gold fish and I had a big of DELICIOUS potato chips. She was munching away happily until I opened my chips. "Mommy, I want diff-ent one." She wanted a different one! As in MINE. Her philosophy on life is "What's mine is MINE. What's yours is mine, too."
Send me some fun phrases from your Friday.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday...do over, please
I should have known when my eyes opened at 7:08 this morning that I just needed to stay in bed. If I'd stayed in bed, my family would have had a better day. Can someone please hit rewind so we can try again?
What went wrong?
I woke up late.
M was rushed this morning.
H was late for work.
I was late for school.
Whew...thought I had the rough part finished. HA. Hardly.
At roughly 12:24, H called my cell phone and left a voice mail that sounded something like this: "Honey, don't get upset when you get home. I'm not able to get much done during lunch today. I've been in a wreck."
WHAT??????
As soon as I got the message, I called right back to check on him. Did he need me to leave school? Was he okay? No and yes. The car is drivable, but definitely in need of some work. Luckily (I think), H was hit by an employee of our local water company, so all expenses related to the accident will surely be paid. The silver lining in this very dark cloud is that at least we know the guilty party has insurance. (One funny aside: the driver of the truck said to H, "Dang it, man...now I"m going to have to go back and get a drug test." I'm not sure if that means he's worried about it or if he'll be on leave-without-pay until the results come back!)
I e-mailed several of my friends that I knew would pray for H. I found it interesting that only about 30 minutes later, I have another voicemail from my dear friend, Andi. I thought, "How sweet of her...she got my e-mail and is calling to check on H." Oh, no...life is not that simple. Andi has been struggling with a health issue for several months now. Today it became pretty critical and she had to leave her school to see her doctor. Instead of waiting to do surgery next week, he did it today. Please drop by and send a little prayer for her. She's going to need it in the next few days as she recooperates.
Score for the day: slept late, wreck, friend in surgery.
It still gets worse.
I had a 4:00 appt to consign some of M's old clothes. I left school at 3:40, EARLY mind you, so I could be there on time. My car won't start. YEP, you read that right. My stinkin' car WOULD.NOT.START. Who did I call? H. I begged him to come pick me up so I could make it to my appt on time. Did he? Oh, yes...yes, he did. That man is my hero some days. He was there in 20 minutes.
Oh, friends...it gets worse. I took my clothes to the consignment. All went well there.
During the two minutes that took, H decides (he followed me because my gas light was on and he didn't want me stranded if the car didn't start again) that he's hurting pretty bad and needs to see a doctor. I grab M from her school, dash her to my sweet friend Susie's house, and meet H at the doctor.
He was at the doctor's office at 4:20ish. He just walked in the door and it's 8:00. Almost 4 hours at the doctor's office. I'm off to find out what the doctor said.
Can someone please promise that tomorrow will be a better day?
What went wrong?
I woke up late.
M was rushed this morning.
H was late for work.
I was late for school.
Whew...thought I had the rough part finished. HA. Hardly.
At roughly 12:24, H called my cell phone and left a voice mail that sounded something like this: "Honey, don't get upset when you get home. I'm not able to get much done during lunch today. I've been in a wreck."
WHAT??????
As soon as I got the message, I called right back to check on him. Did he need me to leave school? Was he okay? No and yes. The car is drivable, but definitely in need of some work. Luckily (I think), H was hit by an employee of our local water company, so all expenses related to the accident will surely be paid. The silver lining in this very dark cloud is that at least we know the guilty party has insurance. (One funny aside: the driver of the truck said to H, "Dang it, man...now I"m going to have to go back and get a drug test." I'm not sure if that means he's worried about it or if he'll be on leave-without-pay until the results come back!)
I e-mailed several of my friends that I knew would pray for H. I found it interesting that only about 30 minutes later, I have another voicemail from my dear friend, Andi. I thought, "How sweet of her...she got my e-mail and is calling to check on H." Oh, no...life is not that simple. Andi has been struggling with a health issue for several months now. Today it became pretty critical and she had to leave her school to see her doctor. Instead of waiting to do surgery next week, he did it today. Please drop by and send a little prayer for her. She's going to need it in the next few days as she recooperates.
Score for the day: slept late, wreck, friend in surgery.
It still gets worse.
I had a 4:00 appt to consign some of M's old clothes. I left school at 3:40, EARLY mind you, so I could be there on time. My car won't start. YEP, you read that right. My stinkin' car WOULD.NOT.START. Who did I call? H. I begged him to come pick me up so I could make it to my appt on time. Did he? Oh, yes...yes, he did. That man is my hero some days. He was there in 20 minutes.
Oh, friends...it gets worse. I took my clothes to the consignment. All went well there.
During the two minutes that took, H decides (he followed me because my gas light was on and he didn't want me stranded if the car didn't start again) that he's hurting pretty bad and needs to see a doctor. I grab M from her school, dash her to my sweet friend Susie's house, and meet H at the doctor.
He was at the doctor's office at 4:20ish. He just walked in the door and it's 8:00. Almost 4 hours at the doctor's office. I'm off to find out what the doctor said.
Can someone please promise that tomorrow will be a better day?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
How tired are you?
We're pretty tired at our house.
M sobs into her cereal bowl this morning for a full five minutes before I risk asking her what her problem is. Her response? (Wailing) "Mommy. I till tired. I need go back my cib." (Mommy. I'm still tired. I need to go back to my crib.)
Me? I'm working on one project at a time, checking it off, then hitting the ground running to finish the next project before the deadline passes. What happened to SIMPLIFY???? The concept alludes me right now. I wrote everything on the calendar tonight and it took my breath away.
I'm going to get a tattoo on my forward this weekend. The word NO.
But I haven't exactly overcommitted. It's just the business of life that has all collided on my March calendar. Luckily spring break is at the end of March. 9 glorious days with M that I will NOT overbook. We'll stay in our pajamas all day and read books and watch as much Curious George as I can stand (okay, okay...maybe 1/2 as much as I can stand). Maybe we'll even take a picnic one day.
What's going on in your life? Are you feeling some spring fever?
M sobs into her cereal bowl this morning for a full five minutes before I risk asking her what her problem is. Her response? (Wailing) "Mommy. I till tired. I need go back my cib." (Mommy. I'm still tired. I need to go back to my crib.)
Me? I'm working on one project at a time, checking it off, then hitting the ground running to finish the next project before the deadline passes. What happened to SIMPLIFY???? The concept alludes me right now. I wrote everything on the calendar tonight and it took my breath away.
I'm going to get a tattoo on my forward this weekend. The word NO.
But I haven't exactly overcommitted. It's just the business of life that has all collided on my March calendar. Luckily spring break is at the end of March. 9 glorious days with M that I will NOT overbook. We'll stay in our pajamas all day and read books and watch as much Curious George as I can stand (okay, okay...maybe 1/2 as much as I can stand). Maybe we'll even take a picnic one day.
What's going on in your life? Are you feeling some spring fever?
Monday, February 25, 2008
MBS: Gratitude
Tracey asked what emotion our image evoked this week. Mine is gratitude.
Thanks for coming back to us, sweet brother.
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Sunday, February 24, 2008
Return
I'm returning.
The next few weeks might be touch and go. This week is relatively calm, but the first week in March is a whirlwind.
I'm also returning with a friend. That stupid, painful red friend that visits every month. And I'm sick that she decided to make her ever-faithful appearance.
I want a baby. I want to feel those first flutters. I want to count weeks. I want to THROW UP. I want the pain of labor because I want a brother or a sister for M. I want sleepless nights and poopy diapers and hours of pacing.
We'll try again.
The next few weeks might be touch and go. This week is relatively calm, but the first week in March is a whirlwind.
I'm also returning with a friend. That stupid, painful red friend that visits every month. And I'm sick that she decided to make her ever-faithful appearance.
I want a baby. I want to feel those first flutters. I want to count weeks. I want to THROW UP. I want the pain of labor because I want a brother or a sister for M. I want sleepless nights and poopy diapers and hours of pacing.
We'll try again.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Interruption
Just a quick interruption of my self-inflicted computer break.
M was in a TERRIBLE mood this afternoon. Arguing, crying, whining. If twelve year old girls do it, I was living it this afternoon.
At dinner time, I offered her all of her favorites only to be screamed at. I lost my temper then and told her to GO AWAY. She went to the red chair and cried a while. Finally she ate some yogurt. Then she asked for crackers. I asked if she wanted peanut butter with them. Yes. No. Yes. NO! She responded. Finally, she agreed to some peanut butter.
I was on the phone and washing dishes. I heard that delightful laughter that I love. That should have been my very first clue that something was up. Instead, I smiled to myself, kept chatting, and washed a few more dishes. After a few moments (not TOO long), I noticed the dog running back and forth and M's laughter became more infectious.
Imagine my SHOCK when I looked up and saw our 90 lb chocolate lab COVERED in peanut butter.
Yes, fellow toddler moms, I've entered the world of toddler pranks.
Every time Mocha would run by M, she would dip her hands in her peanut butter and run her hands along Mocha's back. Mocha's back was COMPLETELY covered in peanut butter and my daughter was having the time of her life.
My evening went from this schedule: sewing, finishing some cards (sorry Mandaroo and Arizaphale!), and knitting.
To this schedule: washing a 90 lb chocolate lab, WHO HATES WATER, outside in the winter. Fun times, fun times.
But my kid laughed. How I love that laugh...oh, how I love that laugh.
M was in a TERRIBLE mood this afternoon. Arguing, crying, whining. If twelve year old girls do it, I was living it this afternoon.
At dinner time, I offered her all of her favorites only to be screamed at. I lost my temper then and told her to GO AWAY. She went to the red chair and cried a while. Finally she ate some yogurt. Then she asked for crackers. I asked if she wanted peanut butter with them. Yes. No. Yes. NO! She responded. Finally, she agreed to some peanut butter.
I was on the phone and washing dishes. I heard that delightful laughter that I love. That should have been my very first clue that something was up. Instead, I smiled to myself, kept chatting, and washed a few more dishes. After a few moments (not TOO long), I noticed the dog running back and forth and M's laughter became more infectious.
Imagine my SHOCK when I looked up and saw our 90 lb chocolate lab COVERED in peanut butter.
Yes, fellow toddler moms, I've entered the world of toddler pranks.
Every time Mocha would run by M, she would dip her hands in her peanut butter and run her hands along Mocha's back. Mocha's back was COMPLETELY covered in peanut butter and my daughter was having the time of her life.
My evening went from this schedule: sewing, finishing some cards (sorry Mandaroo and Arizaphale!), and knitting.
To this schedule: washing a 90 lb chocolate lab, WHO HATES WATER, outside in the winter. Fun times, fun times.
But my kid laughed. How I love that laugh...oh, how I love that laugh.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Blog Break
I'm taking a much needed "computer" break.
Nothing is wrong. We're all fine. I've just got some other projects I need to devote my time to right now.
I've been busy: sewing, having family here for a few days, mothering. Living life, really.
I'll be back soon--hopefully over the weekend.
Nothing is wrong. We're all fine. I've just got some other projects I need to devote my time to right now.
I've been busy: sewing, having family here for a few days, mothering. Living life, really.
I'll be back soon--hopefully over the weekend.
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