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I Need a Hammock

The weather is sunny and beautiful and it is currently 82*.  I need a hammock.  I want to lie in the hammock and drink lemonade all while reading a book.   I want a hammock for two so my love can lie next to me.  He can have some lemonade if he wants.  I want a hammock for me and my girl to curl up into and just hang out.  We can just lie there and plan out her entire life.  The boys are too old to cuddle with me in a hammock but I can plan their lives out for them too and just let them know later.

Yes, I certainly need a hammock.  I just thought you should know.

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My oldest boy is a daredevil and does many crazy things in his life but apparently walking across the backyard is something that he just can’t handle.  Tuesday night he slipped and fell in the yard.  The grass is long, the grass was wet and the child was clumsy.  He fell on his hand.  Upon our first inspection it did not look bad at all so we just iced it and put an ace bandage on for comfort measures.  Wednesday was ok but my the time he was ready for bed he was in some pain.  Thursday started out bad and continued to get worse.  His hand started turning purple and swelling.  The ice and Advil were doing nothing so Mr. and I decided it was time to bring him in.  This is how he came back to me.

It is not broken but he has torn ligaments, ripped tendons and has quite a bit of soft tissue damage.  It would be better if he had actually broken it.  So he has to wear this for the next 36 hours straight and then after that he can take it off occasionally for things like a shower.  This is the same arm he broke at the beginning of summer a few years ago.  The same hand that has the thumb that the dog chomped through.  This is a very expensive hand.  I am thinking of having it bronzed!

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The older boys went to Kentucky last week and Mr. and I just reveled in the joy of healthy children.  I am so grateful to the Lord for that.  There certainly was no reason for us to be spared. We are not special or unique and I never  say that such and such can never happen to us and it makes me all the more grateful when we are spared.  I am very aware that things can change in a heartbeat.

J went to see the dermatologist Tuesday and we got a formal psoriasis diagnosis.  We already knew that is what it was but with everything else that was happening we thought it best to get a team together.  The dr was great and very sensitive.  The main part is on his face, around his eyes.  At 11 he is quite aware and embarrassed.  His peer group is not shy about asking, “What’s wrong with your face?”    I would love to tell him that there won’t always be people asking that question but I have had too many adults look at him with crinkled noses and say, “What’s wrong with your kids face?” …sigh…  He will learn to shrug it off and I will too.   The Elidel is working well so far.  I am scared about the side effects and will use it with great discretion but at least he isn’t itchy and he doesn’t have any scales. 

During our week sans big brothers we went to the ECHO center  and watched the fish.   We even got to throw mud off of the balcony.  Such fun!  One day we played in the hose and sunned ourselves in the driveway.  It snowed the very next day and we went shopping.   Such is life in Vermont.  One day you are sweating, the next day there is a foot of snow on the ground.   We ordered fancy take-out and had a carpet picnic and we all tried to squeeze into one bed to  snuggle in and watch a movie, only to realize that we are all so much bigger than we used to be.  We made it work but it reminded me how quickly things change and how it makes me appreciate each individual moment so much more.

The week flew by and only in the quietest moments did I have a chance to sit and really miss the boys.  It is hard being away from them but good practice for when they are not with me every day anymore.   They had such a wonderful time in Kentucky engaging in fellowship, evangelistic opportunities and serving many churches in the area by working on demolition, rebuilding and landscaping.  All in an effort to encourage the Gospel to move forward and touch more hearts.  They came back dirty and tired but very happy and with a renewed spirit to serve. 

This week has been about getting back into our rhythm of daily life and tackling the mountain of laundry that comes back with two boys who have been gone for 8 days.

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A watched pot never boils and a phone in hand never rings.

As I continue to sit on pins and needles waiting for the phone call about J’s blood tests I will share a cute rabbit tale from the weekend to keep me from going completely and utterly insane.

Yesterday while trying to work a hose through the garden Mr. disturbed a pile of leaves in the corner of the garden  and out scooted a baby bunny. Poor little thing sat there for just about forever before moving again. In the meantime we scared her poor brother or sister too and that one ran into the neighbor’s yard where the big mean dog lives.  We could not see her at all and have no idea how far she hopped.  Poor little thing.

Thankfully Mr.  loves his crazy wife and went to ask the neighbor to watch out for the baby bunny and try to shoo it back this way so it can rejoin its  litter mate.  They are both still laughing at me (Mr. and the neighbor, not the baby bunnies.  They wouldn’t laugh at me.  They would thank me for my great care and concern.  Bunnies are gracious like that).

My baby bunnies are a no-show this morning. I am hoping they burrowed back deep into the leaf pile but I won’t dare try to look. I did an internet search last night and most likely since we didn’t destroy the nest or try to take the babies everything should be fine and Mama should not be too angry.  I would love to sit down with her and explain the situation and assure her we meant no harm but since this isn’t Alice in Wonderland (talking rabbits)  and I haven’t eaten any special mushrooms I will just have to rely on the mother rabbits instincts and schedule a therapy appointment for myself  to work on letting go of the guilt. 

 I do kind of feel like Mr. McGregor now and somehow expect to find a little blue coat with a missing button hanging on the garden fence.

 

Could this little thing be any cuter?

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My cold will not go away.  I am tired.  I am tired because my body is fighting off these combative germs and I am tied because I cough all of the time ( or what feels like all of the time) and I am not sleeping.

I mustered up all of my energy yesterday to clean the kitchen and make Mr. a decent meal and a pineapple upside down cake.  We were celebrating his lateral move to a new dept. at work.  No more money now but potential for movement later and more exposure.   It was worth every ounce of effort. 

It was an early night so I was able to go to bed at a normal time but I cannot go to sleep until the wee hours because of the coughing and for some unknown reason I was wide awake at 4:30 am.  I read in bed until 6:15 when Mr. gets up and continued laying in bed for a while longer.  Sleep evaded me.  So today I will just have to go along with my 2 hours of rest. 

I was looking back and have realized that it has been about 5 weeks of illness in this house.  Five weeks of sitting around coughing, throwing up  and not feeling well.  It is frustrating.  My head says, “Get up, do some stuff, live life.”  My body shouts back, “Sit down and remain still so that my parts don’t hurt anymore.”  My body wins every argument but life goes on and the chores are piling up and kids need tending (ever notice how quickly they rebound and with every decade of life rebounding gets harder and harder?) 

True spring is coming and although I cannot seem to remember life before my head cold from hell I am pretty sure I can be hopeful that it will end.  I will breathe again, I will be able to talk in a full sentence without a 15 minute coughing fit, I will be able to live life freely once more!

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Why I love this man

I love my husband so very much.

I decided to go to Costco today for a quick run through and stockpile.  I love the Coscto.  I wander the warehouse aisles, sample the cuisine and pick up gallons of ketchup and uber pounds of bacon.  It is such a treat.  I am a sucker for a good deal,but, Coscto is not the reason I am so in love with my husband.

On the way over I called my dear one and told him I filled the van with gas.  I feel it is important for me to share these trivial parts of my day, I know he appreciates it.  In the course of our conversation (which was no longer about gassing up the van) I noticed a flashing red light.  In the center was what appeared to be  Aladdin’s lamp and a little drip coming from it.  It flashed on and off, on and off, warning me either that a genie would soon  appear  or that something was awry with the oil in my van.  I quickly interrupted my love in mid-sentence to announce that his damsel may be in some form of distress.  He assured me that it was probably fine and that the oil was just low but to be on the safe side he would drive out and meet me at the Costco parking lot and check it out for me.  I had really been hoping for the genie and not the oil part.  I have a lot of wishes that need fulfilling.

Thirty minutes later my hero rode up on his white horse (that looked very much like a maroon Saturn).  He had stopped and bought some oil just in case.  Sure enough I was seriously low on the sticky, much-needed stuff.   He topped it all off and wallah the flashing red light was no longer an issue.

 After my hero saved the day I rewarded him with a $.59 soda with free refills.  Did I mention I just love the Costco?  I also really love my husband who rescues me from dangers both great and small at a moments notice.

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I want a bagel!

I am sick. I am unwashed and tired and I have a red, sore nose and itchy, watery eyes but I want a freshly baked cinnamon raisin bagel. 

Now I have to decide if I am too tired and look too much like a ragamuffin to go and get them. 

Will the bagel girl care that my hair is not washed and kind of scraggly looking?  Will she care about my oversized IBM sweatshirt and my capris with the bleach stain from so many years ago or will she be more horrified by my unshaven, whiter than white legs?

  Is it a public service to shelve my craving or should I say to heck with it and impose myself on the public domain for the greater good of getting my bagel? 

Decisions, decisions…

Edited because  the world has been spared. Mr. is coming home from work early and is 5 minutes from the Bagel Shop. He said he will bring his presentable self there and purchase the dreaded bagels on my behalf.  I would like to believe he is doing this out of his undying love and eternal devotion to me  but secretly I think that he just wants to make sure that no one else sees me in this condition.  Either way I get a bagel so who really cares?

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