Since neither of us has ever gone farther than...Canada...we're basically Dumb and Dumber.
And that is a scary prospect. Because the thought of riding with Nate on a mo-ped, through freezing weather...and, well, you know how they kept warm! Ugh...
I'm a wreck! Seriously, the thought of meeting this sweet child has me crazy worried. What will she think? What if she doesn't like us? What do we take to do with her? Can we entertain her for 4 hours straight? and then there's the ones that really scare me: How, in the name of heck, am I supposed to let my eyes and hands fall in love with this girl, my heart melt for her, and then turn my back to leave her for another couple months in a place where NO one wants her...NO one loves her? How? How do we leave ANY of them behind? Which one might fit in my suitcase? Its incredibly overwhelming to me.
And so I won't allow myself to think about it again.
For now I'll busy myself preparing. I'm kinda type A. But, I'm also a person who, when things are unknown, would prefer handholding. So...I NEED this trip totally planned. Like, what to take EXACTLY for who. How much money, EXACTLY.
For now I'm working to collect the gifts we need to take. (but...if this process weren't so freakishly expensive maybe donations would be easier to round up???) I've made a haul to the dollar store once...but how much is expected? Like, how many tubes of neosporin should one take? Tylenol? Bandaids? Buttcream.
And the very worst thing is that my doctor today told me in preparation for surgery next month that I need to give up caffeine. I asked, 'oh, for surgery?' He said, 'No, for life.' WHAT? That's like telling a chain smoker they gotta go cold turkey while they're being audited by the IRS. Gonna. Kill. Me.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
whooo whooo...
We have large owls in the trees at the park across the street, and the church across the other street. At night you can hear them hoot. Lu has even mock 'hooted' at them to only have them answer back. She's half fascinated, half terrified by them.
Tonight she had on a pair of old jammies that rightfully need to be gifted to someone shorter. Much shorter. She battled back and forth about having the long enough, or having a severe case of plumber bummmm. She's been watching the barbie movies as much as we'll allow lately so she rarely stands still. She thinks she is a dancing pricess barbie, twirling and dancing around. We all enjoyed the frenzy of her spinning and dancing, and her acknowledgment that her 'cwack' was showing and she'd tug up her britches to cover it. As we finished scriptures it was time to stop dancing and kneel down, QUIETLY, to pray. It wasn't happening. So Nate scooped her up and lifted her up on his shoulders while he kneeled to keep her at least contained. She instantly started thrashing around...and when we got her chilled, I asked what was wrong. She was tugging at her jammie pants and said, 'the OWLS! the OWLS! They come.....and EAT my Butt!' Well, that was a real crowd pleaser! Her brothers and sisters...and, me, all started laughing. She wasn't convinced she was out of danger and begged Nate, 'let me close it! close it!' which was her desire to 'close the gap' on her britches and exposed bum! Holy.
This kid is seriuosly power packed with spunk and sass. I just love her.
Tonight she had on a pair of old jammies that rightfully need to be gifted to someone shorter. Much shorter. She battled back and forth about having the long enough, or having a severe case of plumber bummmm. She's been watching the barbie movies as much as we'll allow lately so she rarely stands still. She thinks she is a dancing pricess barbie, twirling and dancing around. We all enjoyed the frenzy of her spinning and dancing, and her acknowledgment that her 'cwack' was showing and she'd tug up her britches to cover it. As we finished scriptures it was time to stop dancing and kneel down, QUIETLY, to pray. It wasn't happening. So Nate scooped her up and lifted her up on his shoulders while he kneeled to keep her at least contained. She instantly started thrashing around...and when we got her chilled, I asked what was wrong. She was tugging at her jammie pants and said, 'the OWLS! the OWLS! They come.....and EAT my Butt!' Well, that was a real crowd pleaser! Her brothers and sisters...and, me, all started laughing. She wasn't convinced she was out of danger and begged Nate, 'let me close it! close it!' which was her desire to 'close the gap' on her britches and exposed bum! Holy.
This kid is seriuosly power packed with spunk and sass. I just love her.
Redemption!
....not gonna sugar coat it: the last few months have been miserable.
So, when I opened my email this morning to find a request that we arrive in our sweet girl's city, ALL THE WAY across the world, on November 5th, lets just say that my mood took an instant upswing! I can't wait! So excited, and instantly scared to death all at once. We've never traveled...so, holy cow, terrified. But. Its official. We're in the process now! So...tick tock, tick tock. Let's get this princess home!
So, when I opened my email this morning to find a request that we arrive in our sweet girl's city, ALL THE WAY across the world, on November 5th, lets just say that my mood took an instant upswing! I can't wait! So excited, and instantly scared to death all at once. We've never traveled...so, holy cow, terrified. But. Its official. We're in the process now! So...tick tock, tick tock. Let's get this princess home!
Friday, October 5, 2012
For journal purposes...
This is strictly for journalling. To read in some future moment when I think things are hard...or easy...to give perspective, hope and hopefully a giggle!
1. My back is jacked. Can't sleep. Exercise. Sit too long. Carry heavy things. And sometimes stand. Car wreck has proven to be a bit more fun than I realized...Have had injections in my neck, at base of head, which plain STUNK. Holy. Owie. Have had 3 sets of nerve blocking ocipital nerve shots in head. Also fun. Had injections in lower back...happily much easier than the neck injections. Physical therapy for 6 months with small results...and one very stumped(probably grumpy at me) physical therapist who I have grown to really like and respect. Until he mentioned I need to do the injections again. :)
2. Adopting. Which is the hugest blessing and opportunity for growth. For me. My children. However the stress-financially and emotionally is unreal. Should cost upwards of 40k. Yep. We have been blessed with some great fundraisers...generous friends...and, we've robbed the 401k. It will all work out..and I'm willing to jump through any and every hoop to raise this princess to be healthy and happy in spite of *them* and *their rules* and all naysayers.
3. Dental disasters galore. I seem to think dentures might be the way to go. They'd be clean. Removable. And painless. And...at this rate, paid for sooner than the rest of my pending repairs. Two major issues...one involving a week of torture, one RIDICULOUSLY kind and generous friend/endodontist who made personal phone calls and even late night office visits to save me going to the ER. Maxed out dental policy, and have a temp crown on until Jan 1. At which point I will max out the policy again.
4. Bills. If it can be broken, it has been broken. Since deciding to adopt we've replaced the BBQ, fridge and lawnmower. Repaired many things. And left many undone(like my wretched double sink in the upstairs bathroom) until next year...when things HAVE to be calmer.....
5. Kids. There seems to be nothing harder than the growing pains of a child. Watching them grow, make mistakes, live those consequences...seeing their successes is about the greatest joy there is. Adjusting with each new stage is difficult. And we've hit a few stages with a teenage boy, pre-teen going on 18 girl...(Avery is pretty stinking easy always...) an Eli, and a potty training sass-pot in training. Granted...the stink filled moments are WAY less than the ones we love...but momma bear is growing less able to contain myself. And that isn't always the best solution.
6. Church callings. Don't misunderstand me. I'd be hacked to lose my calling. And I'd be even more hacked to live with Nate if he lost his. Its just...there is a burden in knowing the importance of teaching the gospel...a knowledge of Jesus Christ...to young children. Knowing what I know...I know what they need to know...and, I know that mountains loom in front of many of them. Did I give it my best this week? Did I let you down? Do you think you can do it better? Its alot...but...its alot on the other side of things too. You can't IMAGINE the thrill of hearing a child express their testimony in the calm of a song...or witness the quiet strength of the Holy Ghost testifying to what we learn. THE.BEST.CALLING.EVER.
7. Work. There is a fine line between doing what you have to do....and satisfying others. Some days I am firmly footed on the side I feel comfortable. Others I am not.
8. Lu fell and hurt her hip. Carried her 3 days non stop. Hi fevers. Long nights. X-rays and a stumped doctor...and then a miraculous healing.
9. Nate's broken shnozzzz. A lost battle with an old woman resulting in surgery...the most hysterical fit of giggles I've ever had the pleasure of hearing...and disappointingly colorless eyes. Was hoping for a bit more pizazz...but again....amazing healing.
10. Eli-sweet Eli. Late night ear aches that threaten to rupture. And an issue that should have been resolved years ago by his first pediatrician that as of today...well, probably next week sometime...will be done forever :) Halelujah. (Don't ever let a doctor convince you against your instict as a parent. ) Also want to remember the moment sis Jen called to say, amidst her giggles, that Eli announced in music class his disappointment that they'd not be doing instruments that day, but on the day he'd be gone. 'Why are you gone?' they wonder...'cause I'm having surgery on my parts' he says. 'What are your parts?' Then, that pause, and the arched eyebrow, the downward point...and the reply....very slowly...'you know....the parts(with that look that says, you know what I'm talking about right?) the parts that Heavenly Father gave you.' And then there's the funny moment when he's asked why he made the announcement we'd discussed not making...and he melts me and produces days of giggles when he makes the cutest face and says....'oh yah, I forgot!'
11. Stitches...well staple....in the back of Miss Avery's noggin. Apparently heads don't fare well with flying scooters...but, then, I probably could have guessed that without testing it out.
12. Personal successes. After 15 years, returning to a place you haven't been since then. And, feeling capable of better. 33.
13. Personal inadequacies...Knowing that sometimes my best will still fall short. Acknowledging that it is likely I'm on someone's "list"...
14.Friends. Thank heavens for these. Thankful I've got a few goldies who've been on my side forever...and confidence they'll stay there!!!
15. Health. Its a little scary to think you're having an unnecessary procedure because it will better your life...only to receive news there's additional issues and possibilties of more than you bargain for. Grateful that Heavenly Father worked this out in my favor...and that the minor-est of procedures can fix it.
16. Family. In all cases, a blessing. In some cases...not one that's recognized until eternity! :)
17. Wealth. Realization that monetarily, this one's out. But declaration that in every.single.way.that.counts.....HOLY STINKING RICH!
18. Car wrecks. That are your fault. That seem to make you realize that there's something to be grateful for in all things. And...teach you to value things differently. And...add to your growing debt :)
19. A flooded basement that results entirely out of my stupidity. Hours of work. And great answer to prayers that its ok...
20.The escapee...twice. Once involved waking up early to discover the door was open and Lu was gone. And 911. The other involved a dad..nameless of course...who didn't feel the child clinging at his leg disappear because the power of the football game was sucking his brain out...
21. Perspective.
I can't even begin to explain the deep understanding I have that Heavenly Father knows me. He listens to me complain...whine...and, in certain '3rd hour' moments, directly answers my prayers. And, in others, lets me learn that His understanding is greater than mine. There are moments every day where I see the perfectly beautiful sun, setting over the Sawtooth mountains...and hear Eli explain that he painted the sky for me, and that it took him all night to do it...and that he loves me. There are moments. In the middle of happy days and sad. Moments when I quietly acknowledge how very much I a blessed with, and that I can be better than I am today.
Its been a difficult stretch...I don't appreciate some of these things while I'm in the middle of them...and doubt some of them I ever will :) But...stretch I am. And...hopefully some of it sticks, so I'm not asked to do it again. And hopefully some of it stays just the way it is!
1. My back is jacked. Can't sleep. Exercise. Sit too long. Carry heavy things. And sometimes stand. Car wreck has proven to be a bit more fun than I realized...Have had injections in my neck, at base of head, which plain STUNK. Holy. Owie. Have had 3 sets of nerve blocking ocipital nerve shots in head. Also fun. Had injections in lower back...happily much easier than the neck injections. Physical therapy for 6 months with small results...and one very stumped(probably grumpy at me) physical therapist who I have grown to really like and respect. Until he mentioned I need to do the injections again. :)
2. Adopting. Which is the hugest blessing and opportunity for growth. For me. My children. However the stress-financially and emotionally is unreal. Should cost upwards of 40k. Yep. We have been blessed with some great fundraisers...generous friends...and, we've robbed the 401k. It will all work out..and I'm willing to jump through any and every hoop to raise this princess to be healthy and happy in spite of *them* and *their rules* and all naysayers.
3. Dental disasters galore. I seem to think dentures might be the way to go. They'd be clean. Removable. And painless. And...at this rate, paid for sooner than the rest of my pending repairs. Two major issues...one involving a week of torture, one RIDICULOUSLY kind and generous friend/endodontist who made personal phone calls and even late night office visits to save me going to the ER. Maxed out dental policy, and have a temp crown on until Jan 1. At which point I will max out the policy again.
4. Bills. If it can be broken, it has been broken. Since deciding to adopt we've replaced the BBQ, fridge and lawnmower. Repaired many things. And left many undone(like my wretched double sink in the upstairs bathroom) until next year...when things HAVE to be calmer.....
5. Kids. There seems to be nothing harder than the growing pains of a child. Watching them grow, make mistakes, live those consequences...seeing their successes is about the greatest joy there is. Adjusting with each new stage is difficult. And we've hit a few stages with a teenage boy, pre-teen going on 18 girl...(Avery is pretty stinking easy always...) an Eli, and a potty training sass-pot in training. Granted...the stink filled moments are WAY less than the ones we love...but momma bear is growing less able to contain myself. And that isn't always the best solution.
6. Church callings. Don't misunderstand me. I'd be hacked to lose my calling. And I'd be even more hacked to live with Nate if he lost his. Its just...there is a burden in knowing the importance of teaching the gospel...a knowledge of Jesus Christ...to young children. Knowing what I know...I know what they need to know...and, I know that mountains loom in front of many of them. Did I give it my best this week? Did I let you down? Do you think you can do it better? Its alot...but...its alot on the other side of things too. You can't IMAGINE the thrill of hearing a child express their testimony in the calm of a song...or witness the quiet strength of the Holy Ghost testifying to what we learn. THE.BEST.CALLING.EVER.
7. Work. There is a fine line between doing what you have to do....and satisfying others. Some days I am firmly footed on the side I feel comfortable. Others I am not.
8. Lu fell and hurt her hip. Carried her 3 days non stop. Hi fevers. Long nights. X-rays and a stumped doctor...and then a miraculous healing.
9. Nate's broken shnozzzz. A lost battle with an old woman resulting in surgery...the most hysterical fit of giggles I've ever had the pleasure of hearing...and disappointingly colorless eyes. Was hoping for a bit more pizazz...but again....amazing healing.
10. Eli-sweet Eli. Late night ear aches that threaten to rupture. And an issue that should have been resolved years ago by his first pediatrician that as of today...well, probably next week sometime...will be done forever :) Halelujah. (Don't ever let a doctor convince you against your instict as a parent. ) Also want to remember the moment sis Jen called to say, amidst her giggles, that Eli announced in music class his disappointment that they'd not be doing instruments that day, but on the day he'd be gone. 'Why are you gone?' they wonder...'cause I'm having surgery on my parts' he says. 'What are your parts?' Then, that pause, and the arched eyebrow, the downward point...and the reply....very slowly...'you know....the parts(with that look that says, you know what I'm talking about right?) the parts that Heavenly Father gave you.' And then there's the funny moment when he's asked why he made the announcement we'd discussed not making...and he melts me and produces days of giggles when he makes the cutest face and says....'oh yah, I forgot!'
11. Stitches...well staple....in the back of Miss Avery's noggin. Apparently heads don't fare well with flying scooters...but, then, I probably could have guessed that without testing it out.
12. Personal successes. After 15 years, returning to a place you haven't been since then. And, feeling capable of better. 33.
13. Personal inadequacies...Knowing that sometimes my best will still fall short. Acknowledging that it is likely I'm on someone's "list"...
14.Friends. Thank heavens for these. Thankful I've got a few goldies who've been on my side forever...and confidence they'll stay there!!!
15. Health. Its a little scary to think you're having an unnecessary procedure because it will better your life...only to receive news there's additional issues and possibilties of more than you bargain for. Grateful that Heavenly Father worked this out in my favor...and that the minor-est of procedures can fix it.
16. Family. In all cases, a blessing. In some cases...not one that's recognized until eternity! :)
17. Wealth. Realization that monetarily, this one's out. But declaration that in every.single.way.that.counts.....HOLY STINKING RICH!
18. Car wrecks. That are your fault. That seem to make you realize that there's something to be grateful for in all things. And...teach you to value things differently. And...add to your growing debt :)
19. A flooded basement that results entirely out of my stupidity. Hours of work. And great answer to prayers that its ok...
20.The escapee...twice. Once involved waking up early to discover the door was open and Lu was gone. And 911. The other involved a dad..nameless of course...who didn't feel the child clinging at his leg disappear because the power of the football game was sucking his brain out...
21. Perspective.
I can't even begin to explain the deep understanding I have that Heavenly Father knows me. He listens to me complain...whine...and, in certain '3rd hour' moments, directly answers my prayers. And, in others, lets me learn that His understanding is greater than mine. There are moments every day where I see the perfectly beautiful sun, setting over the Sawtooth mountains...and hear Eli explain that he painted the sky for me, and that it took him all night to do it...and that he loves me. There are moments. In the middle of happy days and sad. Moments when I quietly acknowledge how very much I a blessed with, and that I can be better than I am today.
Its been a difficult stretch...I don't appreciate some of these things while I'm in the middle of them...and doubt some of them I ever will :) But...stretch I am. And...hopefully some of it sticks, so I'm not asked to do it again. And hopefully some of it stays just the way it is!
Sunday, September 23, 2012
The ugly blue vest...
As a testament that its all in "perspective", my dad is actually considering a career change.
See, yesterday in the midst of my 'under-water' experience in the basement, my dad would grumble something and my mom would burst out in hysterical fits of the giggles. Not knowing what was so funny about dad's complaints, or occassional cursings of me...and being a bit still in the middle of a pity party and not seeing alot of humor myself...I didn't even question what could be making mom laugh. Today she felt my emotional stability was enough such that I could know the truth.
After calling my dad yesterday morning bright and early, and quite simply stating, "Dad, I left the hose on all night. My basement is flooded. Can you bring in shop vacs and help?", this is what happened there....
Dad, having just been woken up from a good night's sleep...said "Denise, I think its time we get job's at Walmart. Not because we need the money. But I understand it now. We need a job there so we have an excuse to be busy from our kids' lives." :) Well, until I see his purdy little blue vest, I'm still calling him. And, just for the record, I can work my problems around his shift work.
I think what really bothers me is that I am a fairly non-dramatic person. I HATE when things are off schedule and un-routine. And my life has been non-stop drama and disaster lately. And I'm not complaining. I'm incredibly grateful. Because as stressed as I've been...I have a bit of perspective. I realize that these things are small bumps along the path. Annoying. Frustrating. Tear-inducing. Stupid. Yes.
But they could and might..get worse. Its okay. We do hard things. My mom's always told me I'm her comfort child...I've never been naughty(I didn't say stubborn or pig-headed...just naughty :) and I've never caused trouble intentionally...and I generally like peaceful things. Today she confided in me that last night after her and dad left my house and had gotten settled at home that dad said, "what is wrong with Julie? Her life is one catastrophe after another lately!"
Can you believe he thinks that handing out smiley face stickers and checking receipts is going to change that? Well, by all means then dad, take one for the team!!!! Go. Team. Walmart.
See, yesterday in the midst of my 'under-water' experience in the basement, my dad would grumble something and my mom would burst out in hysterical fits of the giggles. Not knowing what was so funny about dad's complaints, or occassional cursings of me...and being a bit still in the middle of a pity party and not seeing alot of humor myself...I didn't even question what could be making mom laugh. Today she felt my emotional stability was enough such that I could know the truth.
After calling my dad yesterday morning bright and early, and quite simply stating, "Dad, I left the hose on all night. My basement is flooded. Can you bring in shop vacs and help?", this is what happened there....
Dad, having just been woken up from a good night's sleep...said "Denise, I think its time we get job's at Walmart. Not because we need the money. But I understand it now. We need a job there so we have an excuse to be busy from our kids' lives." :) Well, until I see his purdy little blue vest, I'm still calling him. And, just for the record, I can work my problems around his shift work.
I think what really bothers me is that I am a fairly non-dramatic person. I HATE when things are off schedule and un-routine. And my life has been non-stop drama and disaster lately. And I'm not complaining. I'm incredibly grateful. Because as stressed as I've been...I have a bit of perspective. I realize that these things are small bumps along the path. Annoying. Frustrating. Tear-inducing. Stupid. Yes.
But they could and might..get worse. Its okay. We do hard things. My mom's always told me I'm her comfort child...I've never been naughty(I didn't say stubborn or pig-headed...just naughty :) and I've never caused trouble intentionally...and I generally like peaceful things. Today she confided in me that last night after her and dad left my house and had gotten settled at home that dad said, "what is wrong with Julie? Her life is one catastrophe after another lately!"
Can you believe he thinks that handing out smiley face stickers and checking receipts is going to change that? Well, by all means then dad, take one for the team!!!! Go. Team. Walmart.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
A rainbow...
I almost forgot to write down one of my favorite moments of the week! Now that this week is finally wrapping up, and I am convinced that we're gonna survive it...I HAVE to record a brief moment of sunshine in my otherwise perfectly wild and a bit stressful week!
Wednesday morning I was headed to physical therapy for my back and my dad had agreed to watch Lady Lu for the hour. I dropped her off an my dad's and this was the morning after the big tumble. She was running a fever, had had a long night and was fussy. When she goes to chill with Papa usually its all grins and giggles. So...wasn't really expecting this. I lugged her upstairs to dad's office and handed over my package of cute whininess...and then was booking it downstairs to head out the door. Jerry(my 38 year old brother with down syndrome-who happens to be the funniest kid I know) had just drug his lazy bum out of bed and was standing at the bottom of the stairs rubbing his still very sleepy eyes. "Hey Ugly", he said to me. Its his little pet name for me. "Hey Chubs," I responded, very lovingly. He asked where I was headed and I said I was going to phsyical therapy. He got this wicked smirk and turned his chin up a bit and said, "I knew you needed therapy."
What do you say? I was entirely unprepared for his zing. I laughed the entire way to therapy...and some after! I love that kid. He is such a rainbow in our lives!!!
Wednesday morning I was headed to physical therapy for my back and my dad had agreed to watch Lady Lu for the hour. I dropped her off an my dad's and this was the morning after the big tumble. She was running a fever, had had a long night and was fussy. When she goes to chill with Papa usually its all grins and giggles. So...wasn't really expecting this. I lugged her upstairs to dad's office and handed over my package of cute whininess...and then was booking it downstairs to head out the door. Jerry(my 38 year old brother with down syndrome-who happens to be the funniest kid I know) had just drug his lazy bum out of bed and was standing at the bottom of the stairs rubbing his still very sleepy eyes. "Hey Ugly", he said to me. Its his little pet name for me. "Hey Chubs," I responded, very lovingly. He asked where I was headed and I said I was going to phsyical therapy. He got this wicked smirk and turned his chin up a bit and said, "I knew you needed therapy."
What do you say? I was entirely unprepared for his zing. I laughed the entire way to therapy...and some after! I love that kid. He is such a rainbow in our lives!!!
Nate just doesn't react well...
He doesn't. Or maybe its me. Either way, this was NOT the lazy Saturday morning I was giddy with anticipation for.
Landri has been pretty fussy for days after falling off the stage at the gym and hurting her hip/pelvis. She stumbled out of bed about 6:15 and stood there crying, waiting for me to come get her just like she has done the last 3 mornings. I was trying to get her to settle down in my bed so I could go on with my plan....to be wickedly lazy....ALL morning long....when the nagging thought hit me, 'I didn't shut the hose off yesterday from my flowerbed.' See, I'm kinda bad about watering my flowers so I was giving them a little flood-age to compensate for a few days drought. Turns out...it was alot of flood-age. Alot.
Nate went out and shut if off, then headed downstairs to check things out. When I heard, "what the hell Julie!"...I kinda guessed I was perhaps in trouble! I shocked even myself when I saw the basement. We're talking easily 3 inches of standing water, everywhere. So Nate headed upstairs to shower, because he was going to work. I grabbed the shop vac and went to work. This is a little difficult considering my back gives me grief! I don't know when Nate left. I do, however, remember the very hacked off expression he was making the one time I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was standing there in his work clothes with his arms folded. I 'kindly' told him he could go to work now...and he could do it silently. I worked a while before my parents arrived with their shop vacs and went to work. Bishop brought Oli and their vac and we had a crew of workers. Bishop also got the big commercial grade carpet cleaner from the church and I can't even guess how much water we've pulled out of my carpets. The storage rooms were easy peasy. Lots of water, but no damage. Halelujah for food storage in buckets and on shelfs!
Let me just say how incredibly grateful I am for my parents. Dad said next time I "planned" this I could count him out. They seriously worked their heinies off....and picked up my slack because they were stressing over my back. The. best. parents. ever.
Had I even the smallest sense of humor this morning I would have snapped pictures of Landri, who followed me downstairs the first time. She immediately went back upstairs and fetched her swimming suit. She was psyched! She's missed the swimming pool so bad! When she tired of playing alone, she got her barbies to join in her fun. Seriously....there was THAT much water! She splashed and giggled for about 30 minutes before her legs were numb.
My parents worked prettty much constantly for about 8 hours. They have now left me with the rented rug doctor vacume...and the strict admonition they will NOT be accepting sleep-over guests tonight. Not even if they bring their own swimming suits????
Pretty flowers are so overrated.
Landri has been pretty fussy for days after falling off the stage at the gym and hurting her hip/pelvis. She stumbled out of bed about 6:15 and stood there crying, waiting for me to come get her just like she has done the last 3 mornings. I was trying to get her to settle down in my bed so I could go on with my plan....to be wickedly lazy....ALL morning long....when the nagging thought hit me, 'I didn't shut the hose off yesterday from my flowerbed.' See, I'm kinda bad about watering my flowers so I was giving them a little flood-age to compensate for a few days drought. Turns out...it was alot of flood-age. Alot.
Nate went out and shut if off, then headed downstairs to check things out. When I heard, "what the hell Julie!"...I kinda guessed I was perhaps in trouble! I shocked even myself when I saw the basement. We're talking easily 3 inches of standing water, everywhere. So Nate headed upstairs to shower, because he was going to work. I grabbed the shop vac and went to work. This is a little difficult considering my back gives me grief! I don't know when Nate left. I do, however, remember the very hacked off expression he was making the one time I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was standing there in his work clothes with his arms folded. I 'kindly' told him he could go to work now...and he could do it silently. I worked a while before my parents arrived with their shop vacs and went to work. Bishop brought Oli and their vac and we had a crew of workers. Bishop also got the big commercial grade carpet cleaner from the church and I can't even guess how much water we've pulled out of my carpets. The storage rooms were easy peasy. Lots of water, but no damage. Halelujah for food storage in buckets and on shelfs!
Let me just say how incredibly grateful I am for my parents. Dad said next time I "planned" this I could count him out. They seriously worked their heinies off....and picked up my slack because they were stressing over my back. The. best. parents. ever.
Had I even the smallest sense of humor this morning I would have snapped pictures of Landri, who followed me downstairs the first time. She immediately went back upstairs and fetched her swimming suit. She was psyched! She's missed the swimming pool so bad! When she tired of playing alone, she got her barbies to join in her fun. Seriously....there was THAT much water! She splashed and giggled for about 30 minutes before her legs were numb.
My parents worked prettty much constantly for about 8 hours. They have now left me with the rented rug doctor vacume...and the strict admonition they will NOT be accepting sleep-over guests tonight. Not even if they bring their own swimming suits????
Pretty flowers are so overrated.
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