In the last two weeks since I managed to write a post I have:
- had Hannah's first constraint cast removed, after 3 1/2 weeks and having only cried when people asked me about it if they were people I knew and who loved me but I never once cried to a stranger (this pleases me to no end)
- tears may have come to my eyes when my daughter clubbed me with the cast in my sore jaw
- finished getting ready for the iconic family trip to Disneyland in the minivan, six family members and my best friend, who I think will now no longer travel with my whole brood. I'm going with her.
- had a tooth extracted ( I think when body parts are taken from you you should get paid, not the other way round)
- had some other guys' squashed up sand like bone and a titanium implant placed in the hole described above, having been told going out of town with my decayed tooth holding a a bridge was "ticking time bomb"
- gone to Disneyland with my family and my best friend, who is a Disney expert and who makes every trip more fun, even when my jaw was throbbing and I'd periodically find not two but three different child applied stains on my clothing in all the usual suspect areas representing food and other fluids roughly equally (I just did the laundry) and I still had a fantastic time
- had two sick kids at Disney (you should buy stock in Kroger grape flavor children's ibuprofen - just a little tip from me to you)
- did not divorce my husband or at least send him packing for a most aggravating incident
- took some lovely pictures of my kids at the beach, which was one of my goals and which the children obviously loved, and which was the source of the friction that made me want to divorce my husband and I think I'll just stop with that there and throw in a little pixie dust
- after pulling in last night around 3:00 a.m. the garage door worked well enough to let my friend's car out and let us park the van. We put the kids in the bed, came back to get stuff and found the garage door would not open or close. Since I would access back of the van through the back, this presented some difficulty. We were held captive but I did get a lift to the store from my husband's ex-wife, then I got a ride home with my groceries from a dear friend who lives hear me, and when I got home the job was nearly done, so only $175 later we are now allowed to leave the house using our own vehicles.
- After the last two weeks, putting a turkey in oven sounds easy
Wow. Busy busy. Well - glad you survived it all.
ReplyDeleteHave you recovered yet?
ReplyDeleteThe good news... you are alive!
ReplyDeleteHoping to hear your thoughts about post-CIT progress...