We need a fun Blog today. Honestly, I cannot bear to read my own whining, so, I suppose no one else can, either.
Yesterday was my Birthday. It began with a walk at a brisker than usual pace. Sometimes, those morning walks keeps us sane. Sometimes, one of us needs to vent about whatever we need to vent about. It took Sue 3 miles to get it all out of her system yesterday. We finished our walk 10 minutes early and Sue felt a lot better.
Because of all the days off I have recently taken for George's various Dr. appts, breathing issues and fevers, I was insanely busy at work all day.
Around lunch time, my boss came and found me. By that time I was ready for a break, so off we went. We are trying to get all set and ready for the 2 races we are doing soon.
My boss, Kim, is taller than me. And has longer legs. And her fast walk is my gasping stumbling, shin splints, leg charlie horse, sprint. She cheerfully announced yesterday that her (our) goal is to do 15 minute or less miles. Seriously. Don't judge. I don't know if I have ever done a 15 minute mile before in my life. I honestly never paid attention. We were at 16.5 minute miles yesterday, with some hills included.
My confidence at doing the second race, a mud run full of obstacles is waning quickly. I am all bravado, though.
"How are you doing? You keeping up okay?" Calls Kim, as I lag 3 steps behind her at all times, completely unable to muster the ability to run up to catch up.
"Oh yes!!! Just fine! No problem! I need this!" I try to call out cheerfully.
I could say I am "Doing it", and that at least it's movement, and OHMYGOSH, I am pushing 40 and getting ready to do TWO races for the FIRST TIME EVER, and how the heck awesome is THAT??!!!!!! But, mostly, I am happy I can do it and still breathe.
This past weekend, I fit into my old jeans! Persistence pays off and all that. By "Fit into my old jeans" I mean, I could zip and button and still sit down. It didn't necessarily mean they were comfortable.
The next morning, Bearded Man woke me up with one of my favorite breakfasts ever. Breakfast Pizza from Rich's, the service station in our town. I haven't been able to bring myself to try on those jeans again, or step on a scale, because it's been downhill from there. I regret nothing. Not the 2 birthday cakes I was presented with yesterday, not the 2 glasses of wine at my friend Wendy's last night, not the resulting nausea this morning, and not the decision to skip hills this morning.
Okay, enough about all that. Maybe someday, I will be all slim and trim and be able to lope up hills like a gazelle. Or like the Hughes sisters who seemingly can do it without breaking a sweat or losing breath and are older than I am. Or the ever smiling elderly couple we pass on the hill every morning who also don't seem at all winded by it. And who smugly break into a jog when near us, because I am pretty sure they know we cannot.
Mostly, I am happy with the progress I am making one miserable ounce at a time. And, it keeps me sane when I think about all the chores that are piling up at home, and the completely unenthusiastic lack of help by the other occupants. Go ahead and judge. I think I need to ship my family away to live with the Amish for a month. I think all the time that some quality time with people who put their families to work while they are still in diapers might make my own family a little less miserable about helping out around the house.
Update on the George front: His blood work came back yesterday completely fine! Here's hoping that his cardiac workup on Friday is also fine.
Also. My house. It still reeks like skunk. Sometimes it seems as if the skunk comes back nightly and resprays the living room. Sometimes, coming down the stairs first thing in the morning and smelling the living room makes me just want to march back up stairs and go back to bed. There isn't a candle, deodorizer, freshener in the world with the staying power of skunk smell. I cannot get over how it smells like fresh skunk every single day. Not gonna lie. It's amazing. I thought maybe it would have waned a little by now. Not even a little.
The time for teaching Religious Education at my church is drawing near. Recently, the head of Religious Ed handed me a bunch of teaching guides and teaching things used by the last teacher, and reminded me I really needed to get a teaching plan together.
It all looked like Swahili to me. I could not for the life of me figure out exactly what was what. Nothing seemed to match anything, and I am completely uncertain as to what exactly I am doing. It all seemed so distant when I agreed to this. Now it is a month away, and I am clueless. What, exactly, do they WANT taught? And, do I REEEEAAAALLLLYYYY have to teach these kids about the church's stand on all things sex? Because I REEEAAAAALLLLYYYY don't want to. I don't think they make coloring pages or crafts for that, either.
So. I ordered "Catholicism for Dummies." because I thought maybe I could use some brushing up, and maybe I could use it to teach with. And maybe it would offer some sort of guidance.
I have not READ it. But, I HAVE flipped through it. And, oh my gosh. I discovered several more reasons I am going to hell. And I still don't know what I am doing.
My goal is to try to carve out some uninterrupted time to go through everything and create a plan. I can do this.
I thought "Just be honest! TELL the kids we are all learning this together!"
Then
"NO! Don't let them smell the proverbial blood!"
Then
"FUN! I need to make this interesting! Kaila said they were all bored and out of control last year."
Then
"Am I ALLOWED to do 'Fun'??
Then
"I am so going to have to color code it all like I do at work."
Then
'This is going to require shopping for pens and paper and notebooks and maybe a binder..."
Then
"I don't think I have enough teacher type clothes. I own scrubs and workout clothes anymore."
Then
"Oh yeah! I have a gift certificate for dinner for 2 I bought on Groupon, I should hire a sitter and go shopping for all this and think about it over dinner and wine."
Then
"This is why we are going to hell. I just decided I would need alcohol to figure out how to teach little kids about the Lord."
I am sure updates will be following as this progresses.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
Crazy Times
Sometimes, maybe we need the crazy times, to really appreciate the not so crazy times.
Throughout the last week, my house continues to smell like a skunk. And it continues to not be painted. Honestly, I think I will be so shocked when (if) it gets done, that I will not be able to process it completely. I actually dreamed last night that the neighbors left a long letter taped to the front door, outlining their collective reasons we should get our acts together and paint the house, and clean up all Bearded Man's projects in the driveway. And I was so happy, because I saw that it had started snowing in July, and everything would be covered with snow, thus giving me another 8 or so months to try and get things done around here.
This past week, we had a cat in the kitchen. I did not own this cat. It was not deliberately brought in by the kids. It just happened to wander though the back door.
Then there was the bat. Lexi was sitting at the kitchen table, when Turbo began to bark. Lexi looked over, and there, hanging next to her off the table cloth, was a bat, approximately 6 inches away.
The scream lasted through the entire house, and right out the front door. She sat cross legged on the front porch, hands folded, rocking back and forth saying "Ommmmmm. Ommmmmmmmm. Ommmmmmmm. Center. Relax. Calm. Ommmmmmmm."
Within minutes, my children began to behave like refugees. Starvation set in, they were all certain they would die soon. They all needed to use the bathroom less than 5 minutes after vacating the house, and the need for cell phones, shoes, and various objects was iminent.
A neighbor kid wandered over on her bike, and the kids excitedly told her about the bat.
"Well. How would it make you feel, if you knew you were RELATED to the bat?" The neighbor kid asked.
"What?"
"Well. Bats are mammals, just like you! You are RELATED to bats!"
"GO. HOME!" I snapped in exasperation.
I called my little sister, to see if we could wander her way for a few hours to kill time until Bearded Man could get home and get the bat. They are beyond what I wanted to deal with. Probably I COULD have, but, I didn't really want to. Sometimes, it's kinda nice, to pull the "girl" card.
The Earth Mother has struck again. I hate her.
This past weekend, I had the brilliant idea to go to the Amish and buy stuff. We ended up with a large box of peaches, sack of corn the size of George, and a book of Amish Home Remedies. (I had to stop reading that book, when I saw that the last ditch cure for hemorrhaging is a bible verse.)
In the spirit of this, Bearded Man went out and bought a pressure cooker, 2 dozen canning jars and pectin. He's been trying to get me to can things for years now. My project today, is to figure out how to make and can peach preserves, and peach slices. I may need more peaches. It has also been determined we should get another big bag of corn, peas, broccoli, assorted berries, carrots, and a pig. To start with. We (I) am also doing canned tomatoes, spaghetti sauce, storing garlic, and making apple sauce, apple rings, and soup. This will either be amazing or a failure. Mostly, I am doing the peaches because I want the fruit flies they came with out of my kitchen.
Today, I took George to the Doctor for his annual checkup and to get the staples out of his head. This past week, I took two days off of work, due to George.
Beginning this past February, George would occasionally wake up out of a dead sleep, or first thing in the morning, unable to breathe. He would have a barking gasping cough that seemed to start at the toes. His fingers would turn blue, he couldn't draw breath in, and it would take hours to get his breathing back to normal again. We have the nebulizer ready at all times, for when this happens.
Visits to the doctor were not helpful. It was recommended we try over the counter allergy medicine, and we were given albuterol for nebulizer treatments. His lungs were always clear by then, and he was always the very picture of good health. With every episode, it was becoming harder and harder to bring him out of it, and taking several hours before his breathing was normal again.
This past week, he had several nights of these episodes of waking up unable to breathe, with high fevers and that barking cough. And always, within 3 or so hours, he seemed fine again.
Today at the pediatrician, I insisted something was wrong. I told her about the blue fingers, the breathing issues during sleep, wondered about sleep apnea, allergies, but, SOMETHING was wrong with this kid, and it's getting worse.
I watched her face, as she listened to George's heart.
And then she listened some more. And I just KNEW.
In the medical world, sometimes you need a poker face. And sometimes you can't find your poker face. And today, she did not have a poker face.
So. Friday morning, George and I will be headed to the hospital for an EKG, an Echo cardiogram and an Xray. His tonsils look fine, but, she figured we would check the adenoids while we were at it, too.
I came home and listened to George's heart. And, it's a definite odd sound. But, sometimes, it can mean nothing. Actually, lots of people have odd heartbeats with no problems. Just hoping George is one of them!
I suppose things are meant to happen. How a person deals with the rough times is really half the battle. I have found this past few months, that I talk to God a lot more than I think I ever have collectively in my life.
And, I work out. A lot. It's an amazing stress reliever! It has really been an amazing outlet for everything! The working out has become a personal crusade. Not only is it a wonderful sanity saver, but, I really needed to have that movement, with such a sedentary job. I found that, sitting at my desk for such long periods was causing horrible knee pain. In talking to other people, I found that they have this issue, too! One friend recently had knee surgery, because of it.
So, I now get up at 5 am, and I walk with Turbo and a friend. And we do hills.
And, on my lunch breaks I walk as much as possible, adding as many hills as possible. And I do Zumba 3 days a week. And do kettlebell workouts when I can. And, I am signed up to do 2 races! Both within the next 6 weeks. One of them being a mud run with lots of obstacles. Not sure how physically ready I am for these races, but, I don't think I will die, either.
And, I can squeeze into my old jeans again! Not gonna lie, all that work went right out the window today after the George news. I took him to McDonald's. We stopped going there probably 9 months ago. Then I bought cookies. And I didn't work out. I will start again tomorrow.
That is the news in out household. It's been pretty crazy lately! I am ready for things to settle down now. Here's hoping the next post is a little more upbeat with lots of good news!
Throughout the last week, my house continues to smell like a skunk. And it continues to not be painted. Honestly, I think I will be so shocked when (if) it gets done, that I will not be able to process it completely. I actually dreamed last night that the neighbors left a long letter taped to the front door, outlining their collective reasons we should get our acts together and paint the house, and clean up all Bearded Man's projects in the driveway. And I was so happy, because I saw that it had started snowing in July, and everything would be covered with snow, thus giving me another 8 or so months to try and get things done around here.
This past week, we had a cat in the kitchen. I did not own this cat. It was not deliberately brought in by the kids. It just happened to wander though the back door.
Then there was the bat. Lexi was sitting at the kitchen table, when Turbo began to bark. Lexi looked over, and there, hanging next to her off the table cloth, was a bat, approximately 6 inches away.
The scream lasted through the entire house, and right out the front door. She sat cross legged on the front porch, hands folded, rocking back and forth saying "Ommmmmm. Ommmmmmmmm. Ommmmmmmm. Center. Relax. Calm. Ommmmmmmm."
Within minutes, my children began to behave like refugees. Starvation set in, they were all certain they would die soon. They all needed to use the bathroom less than 5 minutes after vacating the house, and the need for cell phones, shoes, and various objects was iminent.
A neighbor kid wandered over on her bike, and the kids excitedly told her about the bat.
"Well. How would it make you feel, if you knew you were RELATED to the bat?" The neighbor kid asked.
"What?"
"Well. Bats are mammals, just like you! You are RELATED to bats!"
"GO. HOME!" I snapped in exasperation.
I called my little sister, to see if we could wander her way for a few hours to kill time until Bearded Man could get home and get the bat. They are beyond what I wanted to deal with. Probably I COULD have, but, I didn't really want to. Sometimes, it's kinda nice, to pull the "girl" card.
The Earth Mother has struck again. I hate her.
This past weekend, I had the brilliant idea to go to the Amish and buy stuff. We ended up with a large box of peaches, sack of corn the size of George, and a book of Amish Home Remedies. (I had to stop reading that book, when I saw that the last ditch cure for hemorrhaging is a bible verse.)
In the spirit of this, Bearded Man went out and bought a pressure cooker, 2 dozen canning jars and pectin. He's been trying to get me to can things for years now. My project today, is to figure out how to make and can peach preserves, and peach slices. I may need more peaches. It has also been determined we should get another big bag of corn, peas, broccoli, assorted berries, carrots, and a pig. To start with. We (I) am also doing canned tomatoes, spaghetti sauce, storing garlic, and making apple sauce, apple rings, and soup. This will either be amazing or a failure. Mostly, I am doing the peaches because I want the fruit flies they came with out of my kitchen.
Today, I took George to the Doctor for his annual checkup and to get the staples out of his head. This past week, I took two days off of work, due to George.
Beginning this past February, George would occasionally wake up out of a dead sleep, or first thing in the morning, unable to breathe. He would have a barking gasping cough that seemed to start at the toes. His fingers would turn blue, he couldn't draw breath in, and it would take hours to get his breathing back to normal again. We have the nebulizer ready at all times, for when this happens.
Visits to the doctor were not helpful. It was recommended we try over the counter allergy medicine, and we were given albuterol for nebulizer treatments. His lungs were always clear by then, and he was always the very picture of good health. With every episode, it was becoming harder and harder to bring him out of it, and taking several hours before his breathing was normal again.
This past week, he had several nights of these episodes of waking up unable to breathe, with high fevers and that barking cough. And always, within 3 or so hours, he seemed fine again.
Today at the pediatrician, I insisted something was wrong. I told her about the blue fingers, the breathing issues during sleep, wondered about sleep apnea, allergies, but, SOMETHING was wrong with this kid, and it's getting worse.
I watched her face, as she listened to George's heart.
And then she listened some more. And I just KNEW.
In the medical world, sometimes you need a poker face. And sometimes you can't find your poker face. And today, she did not have a poker face.
So. Friday morning, George and I will be headed to the hospital for an EKG, an Echo cardiogram and an Xray. His tonsils look fine, but, she figured we would check the adenoids while we were at it, too.
I came home and listened to George's heart. And, it's a definite odd sound. But, sometimes, it can mean nothing. Actually, lots of people have odd heartbeats with no problems. Just hoping George is one of them!
I suppose things are meant to happen. How a person deals with the rough times is really half the battle. I have found this past few months, that I talk to God a lot more than I think I ever have collectively in my life.
And, I work out. A lot. It's an amazing stress reliever! It has really been an amazing outlet for everything! The working out has become a personal crusade. Not only is it a wonderful sanity saver, but, I really needed to have that movement, with such a sedentary job. I found that, sitting at my desk for such long periods was causing horrible knee pain. In talking to other people, I found that they have this issue, too! One friend recently had knee surgery, because of it.
So, I now get up at 5 am, and I walk with Turbo and a friend. And we do hills.
And, on my lunch breaks I walk as much as possible, adding as many hills as possible. And I do Zumba 3 days a week. And do kettlebell workouts when I can. And, I am signed up to do 2 races! Both within the next 6 weeks. One of them being a mud run with lots of obstacles. Not sure how physically ready I am for these races, but, I don't think I will die, either.
And, I can squeeze into my old jeans again! Not gonna lie, all that work went right out the window today after the George news. I took him to McDonald's. We stopped going there probably 9 months ago. Then I bought cookies. And I didn't work out. I will start again tomorrow.
That is the news in out household. It's been pretty crazy lately! I am ready for things to settle down now. Here's hoping the next post is a little more upbeat with lots of good news!
Monday, July 21, 2014
George Goes to the ER
It was a bad weekend. I noted two things this weekend:
1) Both years Joe has been getting ready to leave or return from Scout Camp, George has ended up in the Emergency Dept. I don't think Joe should go anymore.
2) One good thing I can say about winter is; It's okay if you leave chicken in your vehicle, and you don't have to worry when you let the dogs out at night.
All that being said, I type this at work while noting that my scrubs smell like skunk. And I want to sit right down and have a good cry at the vast volumes of laundry this could potentially mean.
Alright. Begin at the beginning. Saturday was crazy. We had approximately 4 million things that needed to be done this weekend. And it was drizzly and chilly and the kids were just not cooperating. We had several errands to run, and ended up somehow looking at backpacks for school. Lexi and George selected nice normal book bags. Joe regaled us with a lengthy argument as to why he needed the most expensive bag available.
- It was black. Which is sensible.
- It did not have a picture of a character that would be replaced by the next "cool" character.
- It would wear well.
- It would not need to be replaced halfway through the school year.
- It had plenty of space for his things and his school iPad.
- It would save money in the end, not needed to be replaced.
- It would not break thus his things wouldn't be ruined, and it would not cause him troubles walking home.
And on and on and on and on and on some more. However, we were there to get him set up with everything he needed for his Scout camping trip, and he will just have to wait till next time.
The entire day was just crazy. We took the kids to Saturday evening mass, with the thought that maybe for once we could have a somewhat leisurely morning Sunday. If we could get Joe all packed, and everything set, Sunday would be a little slower paced.
My brother was having a 30th birthday party for his girlfriend. Looking at how the day had been, and all the things that needed to be done, the weather and the temperature, I let him know we were going to bow out of this party.
I received a text telling me that he had already bought food, and that he really wanted us there, so, it was decided that the kids and I would go after church, and Bearded Man announced he would stay home and finish scraping the house.
During church, George was in top form. One of his new favorite songs is a country song with the line "Tonight it's bottoms up"
George coined "Tonight it's wienies up". And sang it loudly. Kaila confessed that she loves to watch my face when George talks.
We dropped Bearded Man off at home, and headed to my brother's house. We were there in the drizzling rain, and the kids were all playing down by the creek. Evidently the game was to try and throw stones and rocks across the creek to the other side. Not sure how it happened - if it was a mis-aim, or if George walked into the line of fire, but, my niece threw a large rock, and it hit George on top of his head.
My first thought when I saw him climb up the embankment toward me, with blood pouring down his face profusely, completely covering it, was that this was what a zombie Apocalypse will probably look like. He totally could have doubled in a horror movie. Myself and another guest, whom I think may have been an EMT scooped him up and hauled him into the house to clean him up and stop the bleeding. Head wounds bleed like crazy and often look worse than they are.
When I heard about the size of the rock, however, I thought we should probably get him to the ER, just to be sure.
The kids were packed back into me truck, and we headed home to drop the rest of them off on the way to the hospital.
Kaila announced very dramatically that she was coming with us, as this was her little brother, and she needed to be there for him, so, she came too. And confessed that she had almost fainted when she saw the bloody face. She doesn't deal well with blood.
Once at the hospital, I realized George and I were both covered in blood. And George was questioned by every single staff member that came near us, regarding child abuse.
He did not behave like he had just had head trauma. We were there about 3 hours, during which he:
Treated the bed like a race car as he was wheeled to the CT scan room. Begging to go faster, especially around the corners.
Figured out how to work the bed rails, both up and down
Figured out how to work all the peddles on the bed
Figured out how to make the back go up and down
Rearranged the chairs in the room repeatedly
Figured out all the buttons on the TV
Sang along with "Let it Go" on top of his lungs, as Disney was having a Singalong Saturday, God Bless Them
Locked himself in the bathroom: "Mom! I locked the door! You can't get in!!!!! ...... Still going potty, Mama! The door is still locked!!!!..... EWWWWWWW Somebody PEED IN A CUP!!!! And LEFT it here!!!!!...... the door is still locked, Mama!!!! I might stay in here forever!...... I need to wash my hands...... I need to do a VERY GOOD JOB, Mama!!!...... Hahahaha!!! The door is still locked!!! Nobody can get me now!!!!...... Now I need to dry my hands, Mama!!!!!" And, so it went. I really wasn't sure he would come out on his own. But, the entire area had a play by play of the entire experience.
He announced he was getting brain surgery
He told the nurses he was cooler than Batman AND Spider Man both.
He danced
He picked his nose, but announced it was okay, because he didn't plan to eat any boogers this time.
Announced he will probably work there someday.
It was exhausting.
2 staples in the head later, we were headed home. I thought maybe he would be a little more low key than usual the next morning. He was not, however. He woke up, padded into my room and snuggled with me for about 3 minutes, before the bouncing began.
"George! For the love of God, child, you just had head trauma! Knock it off before you end up back in the ER!"
"I'm still me, Mama." he stated matter of factly. "When can I go show Carter my head?" (His Bff...)
A few hours after we finally got to bed Saturday night, Bearded Man let Turbo out. Who was promptly sprayed by a skunk. And who came running back into the house in a panic, and managed to bounce all over all the furniture, before he was brought upstairs, and the baby gate was put in the door as it is every night. I was awakened by Turbo trying to wake me up, and the entire room so unbearable I could hardly breathe. Bearded Man was instructed with no small amount of angry hysteria to get the dog OUT of the bedroom, and I reached for my phone to look up home skunk smell remedies for dogs. Which required wrestling him into the bathtub and scrubbing him at length until almost 4 am, as, Dawn Dish soap does not rinse well out of thick husky coats.
Now, even after a full day of cleaning, trying every remedy I could find online, scrubbing, spraying, lighting candles, opening all doors and windows: my house still smells. Particularly the living room. And, sitting at work, I realize my scrubs do, too.
And, with all the excitement, Joe never did get packed for camp, so, it was a frenzied rush, getting his things together, and hurriedly tossing him out the door. The poor kid. It wasn't the dramatic loving mother send off that I think he may have been expecting. I rock as a mom.
Bearded Man was a little too cheerful, about leaving to take Joe to Scout Camp, considering the state of the house, and the monster with the head wound.... One look at my face as he danced happily out the door, and, he had flowers when he wandered back through it. 8.5 hours later.....
Joe was successfully settled at Scout Camp. They call water "Bug Juice" there, claiming that they put dead bug juice in it. Joe agreed that the protein is probably good for everyone.
He pointed out that the pool was too cold, and will probably give a lecture about hypothermia.
Before leaving, the girls were doing one of those online quizzes that tell you what you will be in life. "Pick an insect. Spider, ant, beetle-" "SPIDERS AREN'T INSECTS!!!!!!!! And this dumb quiz can tell you if you will be an "INTELLECTUAL GENIUS???!!!!!" So, I think the reprieve might be a good thing for Joe and his siblings. George torments the daylights out of him, just because of the reaction he is bound to get.
That's it in the household. The house is still not painted, but, I am hoping it will be before summer is out. It is on the premises, so, there is that.....
1) Both years Joe has been getting ready to leave or return from Scout Camp, George has ended up in the Emergency Dept. I don't think Joe should go anymore.
2) One good thing I can say about winter is; It's okay if you leave chicken in your vehicle, and you don't have to worry when you let the dogs out at night.
All that being said, I type this at work while noting that my scrubs smell like skunk. And I want to sit right down and have a good cry at the vast volumes of laundry this could potentially mean.
Alright. Begin at the beginning. Saturday was crazy. We had approximately 4 million things that needed to be done this weekend. And it was drizzly and chilly and the kids were just not cooperating. We had several errands to run, and ended up somehow looking at backpacks for school. Lexi and George selected nice normal book bags. Joe regaled us with a lengthy argument as to why he needed the most expensive bag available.
- It was black. Which is sensible.
- It did not have a picture of a character that would be replaced by the next "cool" character.
- It would wear well.
- It would not need to be replaced halfway through the school year.
- It had plenty of space for his things and his school iPad.
- It would save money in the end, not needed to be replaced.
- It would not break thus his things wouldn't be ruined, and it would not cause him troubles walking home.
And on and on and on and on and on some more. However, we were there to get him set up with everything he needed for his Scout camping trip, and he will just have to wait till next time.
The entire day was just crazy. We took the kids to Saturday evening mass, with the thought that maybe for once we could have a somewhat leisurely morning Sunday. If we could get Joe all packed, and everything set, Sunday would be a little slower paced.
My brother was having a 30th birthday party for his girlfriend. Looking at how the day had been, and all the things that needed to be done, the weather and the temperature, I let him know we were going to bow out of this party.
I received a text telling me that he had already bought food, and that he really wanted us there, so, it was decided that the kids and I would go after church, and Bearded Man announced he would stay home and finish scraping the house.
During church, George was in top form. One of his new favorite songs is a country song with the line "Tonight it's bottoms up"
George coined "Tonight it's wienies up". And sang it loudly. Kaila confessed that she loves to watch my face when George talks.
We dropped Bearded Man off at home, and headed to my brother's house. We were there in the drizzling rain, and the kids were all playing down by the creek. Evidently the game was to try and throw stones and rocks across the creek to the other side. Not sure how it happened - if it was a mis-aim, or if George walked into the line of fire, but, my niece threw a large rock, and it hit George on top of his head.
My first thought when I saw him climb up the embankment toward me, with blood pouring down his face profusely, completely covering it, was that this was what a zombie Apocalypse will probably look like. He totally could have doubled in a horror movie. Myself and another guest, whom I think may have been an EMT scooped him up and hauled him into the house to clean him up and stop the bleeding. Head wounds bleed like crazy and often look worse than they are.
When I heard about the size of the rock, however, I thought we should probably get him to the ER, just to be sure.
The kids were packed back into me truck, and we headed home to drop the rest of them off on the way to the hospital.
Kaila announced very dramatically that she was coming with us, as this was her little brother, and she needed to be there for him, so, she came too. And confessed that she had almost fainted when she saw the bloody face. She doesn't deal well with blood.
Once at the hospital, I realized George and I were both covered in blood. And George was questioned by every single staff member that came near us, regarding child abuse.
He did not behave like he had just had head trauma. We were there about 3 hours, during which he:
Treated the bed like a race car as he was wheeled to the CT scan room. Begging to go faster, especially around the corners.
Figured out how to work the bed rails, both up and down
Figured out how to work all the peddles on the bed
Figured out how to make the back go up and down
Rearranged the chairs in the room repeatedly
Figured out all the buttons on the TV
Sang along with "Let it Go" on top of his lungs, as Disney was having a Singalong Saturday, God Bless Them
Locked himself in the bathroom: "Mom! I locked the door! You can't get in!!!!! ...... Still going potty, Mama! The door is still locked!!!!..... EWWWWWWW Somebody PEED IN A CUP!!!! And LEFT it here!!!!!...... the door is still locked, Mama!!!! I might stay in here forever!...... I need to wash my hands...... I need to do a VERY GOOD JOB, Mama!!!...... Hahahaha!!! The door is still locked!!! Nobody can get me now!!!!...... Now I need to dry my hands, Mama!!!!!" And, so it went. I really wasn't sure he would come out on his own. But, the entire area had a play by play of the entire experience.
He announced he was getting brain surgery
He told the nurses he was cooler than Batman AND Spider Man both.
He danced
He picked his nose, but announced it was okay, because he didn't plan to eat any boogers this time.
Announced he will probably work there someday.
It was exhausting.
2 staples in the head later, we were headed home. I thought maybe he would be a little more low key than usual the next morning. He was not, however. He woke up, padded into my room and snuggled with me for about 3 minutes, before the bouncing began.
"George! For the love of God, child, you just had head trauma! Knock it off before you end up back in the ER!"
"I'm still me, Mama." he stated matter of factly. "When can I go show Carter my head?" (His Bff...)
A few hours after we finally got to bed Saturday night, Bearded Man let Turbo out. Who was promptly sprayed by a skunk. And who came running back into the house in a panic, and managed to bounce all over all the furniture, before he was brought upstairs, and the baby gate was put in the door as it is every night. I was awakened by Turbo trying to wake me up, and the entire room so unbearable I could hardly breathe. Bearded Man was instructed with no small amount of angry hysteria to get the dog OUT of the bedroom, and I reached for my phone to look up home skunk smell remedies for dogs. Which required wrestling him into the bathtub and scrubbing him at length until almost 4 am, as, Dawn Dish soap does not rinse well out of thick husky coats.
Now, even after a full day of cleaning, trying every remedy I could find online, scrubbing, spraying, lighting candles, opening all doors and windows: my house still smells. Particularly the living room. And, sitting at work, I realize my scrubs do, too.
And, with all the excitement, Joe never did get packed for camp, so, it was a frenzied rush, getting his things together, and hurriedly tossing him out the door. The poor kid. It wasn't the dramatic loving mother send off that I think he may have been expecting. I rock as a mom.
Bearded Man was a little too cheerful, about leaving to take Joe to Scout Camp, considering the state of the house, and the monster with the head wound.... One look at my face as he danced happily out the door, and, he had flowers when he wandered back through it. 8.5 hours later.....
Joe was successfully settled at Scout Camp. They call water "Bug Juice" there, claiming that they put dead bug juice in it. Joe agreed that the protein is probably good for everyone.
He pointed out that the pool was too cold, and will probably give a lecture about hypothermia.
Before leaving, the girls were doing one of those online quizzes that tell you what you will be in life. "Pick an insect. Spider, ant, beetle-" "SPIDERS AREN'T INSECTS!!!!!!!! And this dumb quiz can tell you if you will be an "INTELLECTUAL GENIUS???!!!!!" So, I think the reprieve might be a good thing for Joe and his siblings. George torments the daylights out of him, just because of the reaction he is bound to get.
That's it in the household. The house is still not painted, but, I am hoping it will be before summer is out. It is on the premises, so, there is that.....
Monday, July 14, 2014
Needing to Explain Alcohol Soaked Documents to the DMV
I need a new blender. This past weekend, my friend, Wendy informed me via text, that she was sitting in her driveway drinking wine, and the next thing I knew, I was whipping up a pitcher of strawberry daiquiris and headed her way. During the whipping up of the beverage, however, it was discovered that the bottom of my blender pitcher was broken, and it was leaking everywhere. Including my vehicle registration renewal form that I need to turn in with payment. That should be a fun conversation/explanation, when I turn an alcohol soaked registration in to the DMV.
Since I was not stopped for wandering the neighborhood with an entire pitcher full of alcohol, as I walked down the street and around the corner to Wendy's house, we proceeded to drink it, and have a lovely time. During which I mused that I am pretty sure Joe now belongs to a gang. I have no idea who most of the boys are. I do know, that I came home from work one day last week, and there was an entire pack of little boys circling the road in front of my house, and my son was in the midst of them. Evidently they spent a few days riding their bikes all over town. When I heard (with no small amount of horror) that they had all ridden down Cemetery Hill, the mom in me had to step in and set up some boundaries. Most of them are off to the local Christian Camp this week, so, Joe will be gang-less for the next 2 weeks, as he is leaving for Scout Camp the day after his gang comes back.
Bearded Man continues to scrape the house. Evidently it needed to be re-scraped after the rough winter we had. Hopefully it will be all painted for the most part by the end of the week. He started a new job today, so, he will have to fit it in after work. It is in his best interest to finish it as soon as possible, because I am starting to have second thoughts about the trim color again. He has no idea the misery he is in store for, when I start planning the new front porch, as that needs to be replaced within the next year or so. In all honesty, I am not sure which of us makes the other crazier. We will have lots of time to figure it out, now that he will be home every night.
Zumba continues. And, I am pretty sure I am absolutely awful at it. I THINK I am all keeping up and doing wonderful, until the instructor stops and explains things to me. Again. Not the other lady, who started the same day I did: just me. But that's okay. Because, I am DOING it, and there is the desperate hope (I'm not sure who's hope is more desperate: mine or the poor instructor's, really.) that I will eventually pick it up. And everyone is seriously so nice. If nothing else, it's at least an hour that I don't have my phone with me, and not one person is bugging me. It's an entire hour during which I am positive throughout that I will either vomit, die, or otherwise disgrace myself. But it's MY hour! That hour of high energy aloneness is an amazing outlet for stress, too. Also, the Continues to be Creepy Fitbit seems to approve of the Zumba and all the walking of the hills I have been doing. According to it, during the 11 days since I have had it, I have walked 250 miles, and climbed over 1000 stories.That seems to indicate I walk an average of 22 miles a day. Which I do not. The email I recieved this morning told me I have, however, I think maybe it meant steps?... not too shabby!
Last night, I dug out the laptop computer. Remember when laptops were cool? My kids have the iPad that I bought last summer, and rarely get the chance to touch. Drag out a laptop, and George behaved as if I had dug up dinosaur bones in the front yard. Seeing the long cord used for charging, and the size of it compared to an iPad, he was not impressed. I attempted to do a Blog at home, but, was unable to. The vague thought being that I could upload some pictures it. I may get to it in the near future. With or without George's assistance. Mostly, the it was aborted because George was covered in mud, having taken advantage of every mud puddle in the neighborhood after a day of rain. I am hoping, in the long run, to do a Before and After blog of the house. After going on and on and on and on about it for the last year, I suppose I could at least post a few pictures.
Honestly, that's about it. The weekends continue to be packed full of one thing or another. I am contemplating dragging the kids to a local "U-pick" farm this coming weekend and picking berries and peas. I missed strawberry season completely, but am determined to fill the freezer with as many things as we can get in this summer. Need to take advantage of the child labor while I have it!
Since I was not stopped for wandering the neighborhood with an entire pitcher full of alcohol, as I walked down the street and around the corner to Wendy's house, we proceeded to drink it, and have a lovely time. During which I mused that I am pretty sure Joe now belongs to a gang. I have no idea who most of the boys are. I do know, that I came home from work one day last week, and there was an entire pack of little boys circling the road in front of my house, and my son was in the midst of them. Evidently they spent a few days riding their bikes all over town. When I heard (with no small amount of horror) that they had all ridden down Cemetery Hill, the mom in me had to step in and set up some boundaries. Most of them are off to the local Christian Camp this week, so, Joe will be gang-less for the next 2 weeks, as he is leaving for Scout Camp the day after his gang comes back.
Bearded Man continues to scrape the house. Evidently it needed to be re-scraped after the rough winter we had. Hopefully it will be all painted for the most part by the end of the week. He started a new job today, so, he will have to fit it in after work. It is in his best interest to finish it as soon as possible, because I am starting to have second thoughts about the trim color again. He has no idea the misery he is in store for, when I start planning the new front porch, as that needs to be replaced within the next year or so. In all honesty, I am not sure which of us makes the other crazier. We will have lots of time to figure it out, now that he will be home every night.
Zumba continues. And, I am pretty sure I am absolutely awful at it. I THINK I am all keeping up and doing wonderful, until the instructor stops and explains things to me. Again. Not the other lady, who started the same day I did: just me. But that's okay. Because, I am DOING it, and there is the desperate hope (I'm not sure who's hope is more desperate: mine or the poor instructor's, really.) that I will eventually pick it up. And everyone is seriously so nice. If nothing else, it's at least an hour that I don't have my phone with me, and not one person is bugging me. It's an entire hour during which I am positive throughout that I will either vomit, die, or otherwise disgrace myself. But it's MY hour! That hour of high energy aloneness is an amazing outlet for stress, too. Also, the Continues to be Creepy Fitbit seems to approve of the Zumba and all the walking of the hills I have been doing. According to it, during the 11 days since I have had it, I have walked 250 miles, and climbed over 1000 stories.That seems to indicate I walk an average of 22 miles a day. Which I do not. The email I recieved this morning told me I have, however, I think maybe it meant steps?... not too shabby!
Last night, I dug out the laptop computer. Remember when laptops were cool? My kids have the iPad that I bought last summer, and rarely get the chance to touch. Drag out a laptop, and George behaved as if I had dug up dinosaur bones in the front yard. Seeing the long cord used for charging, and the size of it compared to an iPad, he was not impressed. I attempted to do a Blog at home, but, was unable to. The vague thought being that I could upload some pictures it. I may get to it in the near future. With or without George's assistance. Mostly, the it was aborted because George was covered in mud, having taken advantage of every mud puddle in the neighborhood after a day of rain. I am hoping, in the long run, to do a Before and After blog of the house. After going on and on and on and on about it for the last year, I suppose I could at least post a few pictures.
Honestly, that's about it. The weekends continue to be packed full of one thing or another. I am contemplating dragging the kids to a local "U-pick" farm this coming weekend and picking berries and peas. I missed strawberry season completely, but am determined to fill the freezer with as many things as we can get in this summer. Need to take advantage of the child labor while I have it!
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Updates and Adjustments
Lobster Day has come and gone. It was pretty traumatic for the lobsters and myself. Probably more so for the lobsters. I confessed doubt at my ability to kill my dinner to my friend Pam, whom we bought the lobsters from. She looked at me like I was crazy and told me I was not killing them, the method of cooking was killing them.
I couldn't bring myself to throw them into the pot of boiling water. Partly because that would make me responsible for the death of the lobsters, but mostly because they are slimy creepy looking alien like things with lots of spider legs and long anteni and, just, no.
After they were cheerfully chucked in by either Sue, Bearded Man or my brother, everyone would gather around the pot and watch. And the lobsters watched us right back, with dead accusing eyes. And it was horrible.
After several people had to go through the grossness of cleaning the innards off their meat, they couldn't eat them. So, the guys at our shindig ended up with lots of lobster. I had exactly two bites, handed mine to Bearded Man, and poured myself a bracing Captain Morgan.
My friend Sue has decided we should do a suckling pig next year. I don't know if I can deal with cooking another animal that is looking at me.
Update on the house paint situation: It is still not in. We ordered it over a month ago at the Home Depot. They forgot to order it until the date it was supposed to be delivered when they received a call inquiring if it was in yet. Then the Behr company forgot to send it. Then the Behr company sent it on another truck, but, whomever took it off the truck put it someplace special and promptly forgot where. We are hoping it will be in tomorrow. It has given me an entire month to come to terms with the color we chose for better or for worse. We have several different sample colors painted on the side of the house. The last opinion we received was from a neighbor who said, "You know, I kind of like THAT one better...." as she pointed to a different color. Too late. After all the Home Depot drama, I am sure they will throw the paint at us if we change our minds at this point.
Update on my daughter's bedroom cleaning situation: It is still not cleaned. Mostly because, the weekend they were supposed to start cleaning their bedroom, was also the weekend that all the VA telehealth nurses that are directed from the Buffalo VA were invited to our boss' cottage in the Finger Lakes. This was an all day affair, and, the kids essentially jumped out of my vehicle, ran past the boss and his wife, and jumped into the lake, where they proceeded to spend the entire day. No matter how much sunblock I coated them with, the girls in particular were completely roasted. Being unable to move for the next several days gave them a free pass to get out of cleaning.
As we gathered kids and accessories to leave my boss' cottage that evening, George informed his sweetheart of a wife that "Next time, I will help you do the cooking. We will make chicken nuggets and tacos. For dessert, you will have to buy a foot (shaped) pan. I saw a recipe on You Tube that shows you how to make foot candy."
Speaking of George, he somehow learned recently that the middle finger is not a good one to wave around. I discovered that he had discovered this last Sunday in church. He had a very loud very long conversation with it held up, making absolutely sure that this was not okay. My head was completely pounding by the time we left church Sunday.
After which, I dropped mostly everyone off at home and took Lexi and Joe shopping for clothes. It took approximately 12 minutes to select everything Joe needed. Pants, shirts, shorts, socks, jammies. Done.
According to my Fitbit I walked 2 miles at Walmart, in 2 hours, as we tried to outfit Lexi. Not only is it hard to outfit a girl in this day and age of completely inappropriate clothing, but, Lexi is between so many sizes, so everything had to be tried on first, too.
It was exhausting. At the checkout, as I tried not to whimper at the total, I excitedly realized that I was just about done with school clothes shopping! Just a few odds and ends, but, for once I was ahead of the game! How great was that?? Then, I came home, collapsed into my recliner, and saw that the Hallmark Channel was playing Christmas movies all day. The whole "Ahead of the game " feeling was nice for the 2 hours it lasted, anyway.
My Fitbit. It is my new favorite thing ever. And, if I was slightly more neurotic, it would also be the creepiest thing ever.
I saw several of my coworkers from the Buffalo VA had gotten Fitbits, and the occasional Facebook post regarding them. After some research (meaning, I Googled them during a lunch break) I decided that a Fitbit would be a perfect addition to my whole "Move" craze that I have been on for the last 2 months. And, by chance, I found one at the store inside the Buffalo VA when I was up there getting supplies last week.
I took it off before bed one night, and, happened to look at the little screen just as it flashed "HUG ME MORIAH". every once in awhile, I will catch "MISS YOU MORIAH" "I AM READY MORIAH" SCORE MORIAH" It kinda gives me the creeps sometimes. If I think too hard about it, I would be a little nervous that it syncs to my phone and my computer and can monitor my sleep if I wore it to bed. So I don't because, boundaries. It's a little TOO friendly I think.
Otherwise, it's this amazing little thing that you clip to wherever, and it tracks steps, calories burned, calories eaten etc etc. And, if you're into the creepy factor, your sleep, too. So far, I love it, and challenging myself to beat yesterday's self is kinda fun.
My Move craze is headed toward the end of it's second month. Every morning, Turbo and I go meet my friend Sue, and we walk all over town. It began as a nice little stroll, but we added some decent sized hills to it, to make sure it was worth our getting out of bed in the morning. Mostly, we cannot breathe by the top of the last hill.
I also have (FINALLY!!!) Begun Zumba! I went to my first official class this past Saturday, after seeing myself on a video my brother took of me trying to eat my poor lobster. Anyhow, being the day after a holiday, the only people to show up were myself and another newbie. I was completely drenched by the end, and all proud of my awesome workout. Till the instructor told us that she had gone easy on us because it was our first official Zumba workout.
There have been a lot of changes around the household lately. Next week, Bearded Man will be starting a new job. During the day. This will be an adjustment for sure! He has worked second shift since before Kaila was born! My first thought was "OMG! What will we do with Turbo?? My baby is not spending the day in his crate! He cannot have run of the house - he will destroy it. I cannot leave him out all day." Somehow I have become extremely attached to this dog who drags me out of bed every morning for his walk, and who is usually by my side at home, and who greets me almost more enthusiastically than the kids do. If I could take him to work with me, it would be perfect. So, I need to figure out what to do with this creature once the kids go back to school in the fall.
With the new work schedule, Bearded Man and I need to have a serious discussion regarding ownership of my recliner. Which has become his favorite spot at night. While he watches loud gory man stuff on TV. Evenings after the kids go to bed used to be quiet, no TV, ME in my recliner, and a good book. I am not even kidding when I say I detest the TV. And man stuff on it.
My Father's health has declined considerably. He's been in and out of the hospital a lot, and the overall outlook isn't wonderful at this time. My Dad has beaten some rough odds before with his health, but, the medical professional in me is not seeing good things when I hear the reports. Hopefully he will be okay for a long time still.
Anyway, hopefully the house will be painted soon, and I won't accidentally use the TV for target practice, and Bearded Man decides to adopt the couch for a favorite spot, and the Fitbit isn't nearly as creepy as I think it is, because I really like it, and I can continue all this exercise, and we don't get asked to leave George home from church, and we all adjust to all the changes at home.
I couldn't bring myself to throw them into the pot of boiling water. Partly because that would make me responsible for the death of the lobsters, but mostly because they are slimy creepy looking alien like things with lots of spider legs and long anteni and, just, no.
After they were cheerfully chucked in by either Sue, Bearded Man or my brother, everyone would gather around the pot and watch. And the lobsters watched us right back, with dead accusing eyes. And it was horrible.
After several people had to go through the grossness of cleaning the innards off their meat, they couldn't eat them. So, the guys at our shindig ended up with lots of lobster. I had exactly two bites, handed mine to Bearded Man, and poured myself a bracing Captain Morgan.
My friend Sue has decided we should do a suckling pig next year. I don't know if I can deal with cooking another animal that is looking at me.
Update on the house paint situation: It is still not in. We ordered it over a month ago at the Home Depot. They forgot to order it until the date it was supposed to be delivered when they received a call inquiring if it was in yet. Then the Behr company forgot to send it. Then the Behr company sent it on another truck, but, whomever took it off the truck put it someplace special and promptly forgot where. We are hoping it will be in tomorrow. It has given me an entire month to come to terms with the color we chose for better or for worse. We have several different sample colors painted on the side of the house. The last opinion we received was from a neighbor who said, "You know, I kind of like THAT one better...." as she pointed to a different color. Too late. After all the Home Depot drama, I am sure they will throw the paint at us if we change our minds at this point.
Update on my daughter's bedroom cleaning situation: It is still not cleaned. Mostly because, the weekend they were supposed to start cleaning their bedroom, was also the weekend that all the VA telehealth nurses that are directed from the Buffalo VA were invited to our boss' cottage in the Finger Lakes. This was an all day affair, and, the kids essentially jumped out of my vehicle, ran past the boss and his wife, and jumped into the lake, where they proceeded to spend the entire day. No matter how much sunblock I coated them with, the girls in particular were completely roasted. Being unable to move for the next several days gave them a free pass to get out of cleaning.
As we gathered kids and accessories to leave my boss' cottage that evening, George informed his sweetheart of a wife that "Next time, I will help you do the cooking. We will make chicken nuggets and tacos. For dessert, you will have to buy a foot (shaped) pan. I saw a recipe on You Tube that shows you how to make foot candy."
Speaking of George, he somehow learned recently that the middle finger is not a good one to wave around. I discovered that he had discovered this last Sunday in church. He had a very loud very long conversation with it held up, making absolutely sure that this was not okay. My head was completely pounding by the time we left church Sunday.
After which, I dropped mostly everyone off at home and took Lexi and Joe shopping for clothes. It took approximately 12 minutes to select everything Joe needed. Pants, shirts, shorts, socks, jammies. Done.
According to my Fitbit I walked 2 miles at Walmart, in 2 hours, as we tried to outfit Lexi. Not only is it hard to outfit a girl in this day and age of completely inappropriate clothing, but, Lexi is between so many sizes, so everything had to be tried on first, too.
It was exhausting. At the checkout, as I tried not to whimper at the total, I excitedly realized that I was just about done with school clothes shopping! Just a few odds and ends, but, for once I was ahead of the game! How great was that?? Then, I came home, collapsed into my recliner, and saw that the Hallmark Channel was playing Christmas movies all day. The whole "Ahead of the game " feeling was nice for the 2 hours it lasted, anyway.
My Fitbit. It is my new favorite thing ever. And, if I was slightly more neurotic, it would also be the creepiest thing ever.
I saw several of my coworkers from the Buffalo VA had gotten Fitbits, and the occasional Facebook post regarding them. After some research (meaning, I Googled them during a lunch break) I decided that a Fitbit would be a perfect addition to my whole "Move" craze that I have been on for the last 2 months. And, by chance, I found one at the store inside the Buffalo VA when I was up there getting supplies last week.
I took it off before bed one night, and, happened to look at the little screen just as it flashed "HUG ME MORIAH". every once in awhile, I will catch "MISS YOU MORIAH" "I AM READY MORIAH" SCORE MORIAH" It kinda gives me the creeps sometimes. If I think too hard about it, I would be a little nervous that it syncs to my phone and my computer and can monitor my sleep if I wore it to bed. So I don't because, boundaries. It's a little TOO friendly I think.
Otherwise, it's this amazing little thing that you clip to wherever, and it tracks steps, calories burned, calories eaten etc etc. And, if you're into the creepy factor, your sleep, too. So far, I love it, and challenging myself to beat yesterday's self is kinda fun.
My Move craze is headed toward the end of it's second month. Every morning, Turbo and I go meet my friend Sue, and we walk all over town. It began as a nice little stroll, but we added some decent sized hills to it, to make sure it was worth our getting out of bed in the morning. Mostly, we cannot breathe by the top of the last hill.
I also have (FINALLY!!!) Begun Zumba! I went to my first official class this past Saturday, after seeing myself on a video my brother took of me trying to eat my poor lobster. Anyhow, being the day after a holiday, the only people to show up were myself and another newbie. I was completely drenched by the end, and all proud of my awesome workout. Till the instructor told us that she had gone easy on us because it was our first official Zumba workout.
There have been a lot of changes around the household lately. Next week, Bearded Man will be starting a new job. During the day. This will be an adjustment for sure! He has worked second shift since before Kaila was born! My first thought was "OMG! What will we do with Turbo?? My baby is not spending the day in his crate! He cannot have run of the house - he will destroy it. I cannot leave him out all day." Somehow I have become extremely attached to this dog who drags me out of bed every morning for his walk, and who is usually by my side at home, and who greets me almost more enthusiastically than the kids do. If I could take him to work with me, it would be perfect. So, I need to figure out what to do with this creature once the kids go back to school in the fall.
With the new work schedule, Bearded Man and I need to have a serious discussion regarding ownership of my recliner. Which has become his favorite spot at night. While he watches loud gory man stuff on TV. Evenings after the kids go to bed used to be quiet, no TV, ME in my recliner, and a good book. I am not even kidding when I say I detest the TV. And man stuff on it.
My Father's health has declined considerably. He's been in and out of the hospital a lot, and the overall outlook isn't wonderful at this time. My Dad has beaten some rough odds before with his health, but, the medical professional in me is not seeing good things when I hear the reports. Hopefully he will be okay for a long time still.
Anyway, hopefully the house will be painted soon, and I won't accidentally use the TV for target practice, and Bearded Man decides to adopt the couch for a favorite spot, and the Fitbit isn't nearly as creepy as I think it is, because I really like it, and I can continue all this exercise, and we don't get asked to leave George home from church, and we all adjust to all the changes at home.
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