Movies and Messes

My husband is not perfect, but he is so sweet in so many ways. (He does drip sweat across my floors, and mow really too often, and sometimes yawns when I'm talking...but don't you?) He makes sure that I get to see all the movies that I say, "I really want to see That One!" He bought tickets on Wednesday for the new movie, Julie & Julia that we saw tonight. He even got us there almost 45 minutes early so we'd have great seats. It was a wonderful movie. Maybe you need to like Julia Child, maybe you need to think she's funny and real, and maybe you need to see a person grow. I just needed it, and wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. At the end, Julie finds out that Julia doesn't really like her (in her words), and it crushes her. I felt for her. But her husband is there to say that she doesn't need that Julia, she has the one in her head that IS proud of her, and appreciates what she's doing, and taking it seriously. You just need to see it.
All the way through the movie, you see how Julia's husband just loves her and supports her. It just makes me thankful for my husband, who supports me (except in a business endeavor...), makes sure I see the Good Movies, makes me laugh, watches Jimmy Kimmel with me, brings me water, and keeps me in fun stationery. (I should mention I got the most adorable/beautiful embosser today! I've been waiting on it for a couple weeks! They custom made it-only out of sucky white hard plastic-y stuff instead of the expected MeTaL it should be. Anyway, it embosses my monogram into paper or envelopes, but warns me not to use it on cardstock or note cards-which I'd been planning, and it's So Not Returnable.) Anyway, I'm thankful for him-God knew just what I needed! : )

Tomorrow, Clay is supposed to have a boy scout meeting/bbq/swim party, but he might get to 66% of that. Ches is planning (unless he's still having the erratic bleeding..) to take him to the meeting, eat, then come home. There's just no way he'll be ready to swim. He has another soccer practice on Tuesday, but I doubt he'll be able to practice by then! I can't believe it's taking so long for his nose to stop bleeding. Every time he gets up, moves quickly, or gets excited, it bleeds again. He hates the pain medicine (which I should thank my lucky stars for!), and doesn't want to take it. The thing is, it keeps him down. So, when he's not on it, he is playing around. I had to keep him in his room with a tv today. He did alright when he stayed in there! Keep praying for my baby. He's been so huggy, cuddly, and sweet. It's precious that I'm getting the old Clay back, if even for a week or two! Sometimes he can act so tough and grown up!

Well, do you remember the clean under-the-stairs-closet? Well, it's gone. Vanished. Into thin air. Well, really I guess it disappeared slowly as junk got added to it. It happened right under my nose. It is now stocked with more stuff that shouldn't be in there. It's my Holding Cell. It holds the things until they move on to their right places. Including: Mary Claire's perfumery (which she's used almost all of), my vacuum cleaner (it's his home, really), wrapping paper box, Pottery Barn sale stuff, books on sale at Borders (yes, too amazing to pass up, so I bought 3 bags worth. But they were on sale!), school supplies (on sale too.. and they won't be all year!), books from book orders for kids' surprises, etc. I'm really beginning to see a pattern now that I type it out. It's my Sale Closet. I know, I know. It's not a good deal if I don't need it. But-I might one day!
(I figure it's not a run-on paragraph, but it's not quite a new subject..) And I'm back to the land of piles. I keep meaning to pick them up, but they are breeding. I have piles of art/pictures, piles of medical supplies, piles of magazines (they just keep coming!), piles of books, piles of beach towels, piles of laundry, I should stop now. I am really not a messy person. I don't know how they start or how they don't dissipate. I mean, they just get to be part of the scenery, and just kinda fit in. There's just not time to clear them. That may be my new goal. Mission: Dissolving Piles. Hey! Maybe my sweet husband will help me! : )

Surgery. Another reason not to have a job.

Today is the big Surgery Day. We’re at the hospital right now. He’s been taken back to get gas, and then a breathing tube and an iv after he’s out. He’s a little nervous, but he’ll be fine. He’s a little excited, and has been counting the days until surgery! He’s excited about breathing better. I read in the parent info that he may not breathe better for a week or two, and that worried him. The doctor said probably sooner than that. She’s so sweet.

They will take out his adnoids (adenoidectomy-don’t you just love English? You can add –ectomy to anything!), put in PE (pressure equalizing) tubes in his ears, and check out his terbinates. They will probably have to be reduced since they didn’t get much smaller during the last two weeks with our friend, the Nose Spray, of whom he was not fond!

*I can hear a small child screaming. Waking up is scary and disorienting. This reminds me of when Mary Claire and Ethan got their tubes in… hope it goes better today.

The anesthesiologist was so nice. His son had similar surgery (adnoids and tonsils) two weeks ago, and was telling us about his son, Ian. He had to stay on the prescription (Tylenol with codeine) to keep a handle on the pain. He said it was pretty rough for a week, which is Soooo Not what I was expecting. Ches was planning to take him to his first soccer practice (of the season) tonight. I don’t think he’ll make it (nor should he). I think Ches just wants him to meet his new coach and the kids on his team. But, I think he’ll be too sleepy from his medication to go.

*Ok, the screaming has stopped, so I’m better now.

Ches has gone to get some drinks and lunch. We figured we’d better eat before he comes back. He’ll get his pick of drinks/fluids, but he can’t eat hard food for a while-maybe even a week! Especially his precious veggies. He can’t have hard (raw) fruits or veggies for two weeks. He might just cry when he finds out!

House Update: I helped Mom again night before last to paint the kitchen. All that’s left is painting the hallway and the front door. We’re almost there! Say a prayer that it’ll sell soon! Know anyone who needs a house? In Cave Springs with some land? : ) It’s soo much better! Especially now that it’s gotten some loving.

*Another child crying…

School starts in 13 days. I can’t believe it’s almost time! It’s funny how the kids just counted the days till summer, and now they are counting days till they go back. I was seriously considering home schooling them, but it’s not going to happen. First, I don’t really have support. Ches really doesn’t think I should do it (he does however support them going to Catholic school), and Mom doesn’t either. They both think I need time to do my busywork (anywhere from laundry and groceries to meeting with friends to decorating houses to sewing and embroidering to cardmaking and scrapbooking to cooking and helping others, etc.). I do have a huge to-do list. I’d like to think I could put “my” life on hold to help my kids, but maybe it’s not in the cards for me this year. I’m okay with that. Sometimes the people around you can see into your crystal ball better than you can! And…I can see into theirs better than they can! That’s why God gave us families and sweet friends. : )

Another idea I’m toying with (but got turned down for the third time)…I just think I need a shop. Or store. Or play place away from home (another reason I shouldn’t homeschool?). I found a good location, and want to revitalize an area that needs some fun, and Ches told me again it’s not the right time. I think he wants all the kids in school first, and he likes me home. I do agree that someone has to run the house (pay bills, laundry, groceries, cook, make the bed, watch the yard, etc.), and who better to do it? I think a woman is the perfect person to home-make. I just want more. I can see why so many women work these days. I really do. There is this old (unspoken) argument over which (or who) is better: the mom who stays home and sacrifices her education and income to nurture her children or the mom who continues to work while her kids are in daycare (and eventually school). There is no clear cut winner. They both struggle, just with different issues (like missing their kids vs. want to get away from the kids for a few minutes). I just GeT it. Anyway, I won’t have a business/shop anytime in the immediate future.

Ps-Clay’s out, and he’s okay. Little tough right at first, but we’re 40 minutes away from going home now. He’s up to popsicles, so there’s progress.

Pushing Buttons. MY Buttons

Sorry about my last post. I mega-edited it, and therefore took out half of the content (ie: my obsessing). It was just too much. Sorry if you caught it. : (

So. We were planning to go camping last night, just me and Mary Claire with the girl scouts. She was (and is) so high, it just wasn't okay to be away from home. She was 268 this morning, and at lunch, she was 396. I know-horrible. She's just so thirsty (nasty side effect that helps your body rehydrate and flush blood sugar).

To compensate for not going, we took her to a (sugar free) tea party in Bentonville at the Crumpet Tea Room (Express-not to be confused with the old Crumpet Tea Room in Rogers, as they "haven't been associated in years"). She got all dressed up-on her own-in Sunday's church dress (I made no comment), and her pearls. She also dressed up Bella (her unicorn best friend) in a fancy dress that matched her Easter dress last year, and Elizabeth (my Lee Middleton doll that she's adopted for her own) in some of her old baby clothes-precious. So, we picked up Gigi and headed to Bentonville. She chose Ginger Peach tea in a teapot (and got unmatched teacups and saucers for her and Bella). She poured the tea, "sweetened" it, creamed it, and declared it "creamific" (she said it was creamy and terrific all mixed together)!


We went into a gift shop next door (Final Touch, I think), and looked at all their goodies. Gigi chose a beautiful Vera Bradley notebook with all sorts of fun things and a set of clippies to segregate all her musings. Then we went by Wal-Mart-the Bentonville is sooo different! And they were in the midst of moving and remodeling. We told Mary Claire she could spend $10 (I guess you can put a price tag on I'm Sorry), and she looked for almost an hour! The Barbie toys were split up between the old spot and the new location, so that required some time-and memory! She chose a Polly Pocket set, and was very happy with it. So happy, that she could barely wait to check out to open it! It was fun, and that was important to compensate for the loss of the camping.

Back at home, Ches was also compensating! He'd set up the new tent he got the kids. They were just sure they were going to sleep out under the stars last night! I stayed out with them (and my new Off! fans) until 10pm. I wanted them good and tired to SlEeP! Well. After I came in and started to get Ethan to bed (I know, wayy to late!), Mary Claire came in saying it was too hot out there! Not long afterward, Clay came in crying saying he wanted her to stay with him. So, he decided to stay inside, and wanted to know if I cared. ha! I wanted him in all along, but telling them what you think just backfires a lot, so I was glad he'd made the decision on his own! : )

Today it's been a revolving door of in-and-out. Because of the tent. And Ethan. It's been crazy! And we've had two peepee accidents. Ugh. We are back on the m&m routine, which is effective. I keep phasing it out after a good week of no accidents. Anyway, they are outside now (in the nasty heat), and I'm getting ready to check her again. She wants a go-gurt, but 396 is too high to eat! : O

Ok, 346. Too high to eat again. And she's throwing a fit. She no longer wants diabetes, and she wants to be like Clay and Ethan. So, let me just call in my order. I know it's hard, and I do feel sorry for her, but there's nothing I can do but pump insulin into her. It makes me hurt just to know she hurts.

Well, she's stayed in the 200's all day. We haven't gotten a number under 224 today. Boo. We'll have to change her site, this one may just be bad. She swam yesterday, and that always ruins a good site. I've got her set at 120% just to combat whatever it is, but who knows. Sometimes she runs high when she's getting ready to be sick (fighting it off). So check in on Thursday or Friday-it could be virus time! : P

I helped Mom paint, hang drapes and blinds this afternoon, (I've fed my family) and I'm running back over there right now (well, driving). Ches has been so good to watch the kids. He even offered to watch them so I could get back over there to get it finished up. This is week three (for Mom). It is never-ending. You could work on it for another month. There are always more things that could be done!

ps-This morning I had asked Clay to pick up the hearth room so I could vacuum it. I was working my way toward the carpet, when I glanced in there, and it was disgusting! It had been clean five minutes before, but it was then destroyed by billions of toys! First I got onto Ethan and told him to clean up!! Mary Claire was leaning over the rail from upstairs telling my Clay had gotten all the toys out to get me mad at Ethan (?). So I went to Clay and got onto him, and he'd said it was Her Idea! So, back to her. They said they wanted to make me mad at Ethan, and they shared responsibility. They also shared the clean up job. I have totally underestimated them. They can literally push my buttons. On Purpose! : O

Obsessing

The days are getting shorter, I think. There's just not enough time in the day. Is this a perennial problem, or annual (heehee)?

We've been staging a house for a few days, and last night the electricity went out on us-and ScArEd me to death! I was just sure it was a stranger cutting the power, and coming in on us! (It was not, thank goodness!) But it's coming along. It looks sooo much better! I'll get some pictures up in a couple days, because...

Ps: did I tell you a dropped a dozen eggs on the floor? A dozen, out-of-date, eggs I was trying to crack into the sink to wash away oldness? And they went off balance, and fell onto the floor and the edges of my cute Company C rug? Boo. Hoo. : (

Pps: Now I have hair *at the top of my head* that is only about 2 inches long. Talk about layered. : P