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Busy, busy!

Munchkin is really catching on with her reading lessons! She’s loving it, and even asks to do them on weekends! Now, if she would just catch on to counting- whenever she can’t remember the next number she says, ’18!!’ 

Businesses are going well,  especially Color Street – Wow!!!!! ( pamperyournails.com of you’re curious! ha ha)

A total jerk punched my middle son in the face last week,  completely breaking his jaw.  Not just fracture, it’s separated! Now he needs surgery, but, since he doesn’t have insurance OU med told him to call to schedule when he has a couple thousand dollars.  Yes, I’m very stressed and angry.  

Yes, this is his break. And he was sent home.  He lost his job and therefore his insurance last spring, we can’t get him back on ours until reenrollment.  

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Food will bring them home.

My sister has gone on vacation in Hawaii.  While she’s gone, she had asked our 2nd son to house/dog sit for her. Of course, he jumped on the chance. He packed up his ps3 and off he went.

Dad and I thought this would be somewhat of a “trial run” to him getting his own house and moving out.

Yesterday was a holiday, so my son had the day off work.  None of us heard from him all day. Honestly, I wasn’t too surprised by that.  But, about 5 – 5:30, I did get my usual text from him. “What’s for supper?”

Really wasn’t too surprised, but, here at the house, we all laughed.

Shopping for Valentine’s Day

OK, I think I can write about this now.

My oldest wanted to buy his girlfriend a gift for Valentine’s day, (imagine that! haha)  so, I took him shopping on Friday.  He didn’t have a lot that he could spend, but, it wasn’t too awful of an amount.  He insisted on going downtown to a jewelry store.  I warned him that there wouldn’t be a lot he could buy there with the amount he had, but, I did think that maybe he would find a necklace or bracelet.  Instead, what we found was the most condescending bitch!  (OK, apparently I’m still pissed,)

She overlooked him, even though he was the one looking in the cases, and asked me if there was anything she could show me.  I told her that he was the one shopping for his girlfriend.  She then spoke to him like he was a child. (My oldest son is 23!!!)  He told her the price range, she said she thought they might have 1 thing, and brought over a very ugly bracelet. The disappointment in his face was unmistakable. She also kept standing behind his chair and Winking at me!!!!!  I started telling him that if he did not like that, he did NOT have to buy it.  She never did show him anything else, even though I saw a several necklaces in his price range. She just kept talking to him like he was a child, and that was the only thing he could possibly buy from that store. And winking at me! I finally convinced him that we should go and look some more, and if he didn’t find anything else, we could come back and get that. (Yeah, right)  She said her goodbyes and “come back anytime, we will be open tomorrow”, went back over to her group of co-workers and back to talking with them.  Not even an offer of help with the door.

So, there I was, with rambunctious Munchkin, pushing  the oldest’s chair, and trying to maneuver the door which was barely wide enough to get his chair through plus, opened it out. Not that I expect help from anyone, but, usually people offer to help with doors. I will not be back through those doors!!

And, I have news for her – she better appreciate the life she has, because it can change in an instant, just like ours did!  I have no idea how much she makes, but, I would be willing to bet that my son made more than she does. He hasn’t always had to be careful on how much he spends.  And, she shouldn’t treat people like they don’t matter just because they are in a wheelchair and don’t have several hundreds of dollars to spend, you never know when circumstances are going to change. She was talking to him and acting like he was a first grader with his first girlfriend.

And , why the hell did she keep winking at me???

Munchkin

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My daughter is a constant whirlwind of movement and chatter.  She tends to refer to herself in third person, and the only way to describe it is, she narrates her life.  “Mom!!  Watch me run!!!  Look at Munchkin go!  Wow! Munchkin runs fast!  Which way is Munchkin going to go?  What is she going to do next?? She really runs”

On one hand, I am thoroughly worn out by the end of the day.  On the other hand, I know this will be one of the things I miss the most when she’s grown.

Oops! I got interrupted, and hit publish instead of save draft!

My husband and I have a distinct privilege of being able to raise another child, along with already having older children. Of course, when my step-daughters and our boys were little, people kept telling us to cherish the moments, we’ll miss them when they’re gone.  Of course, We’d say we knew, and, to a point, we did, but, not really.  Now, we Really know!  I miss my 3 year old son telling us stories that started with “When I was a little boy…”  I miss cub scout meetings, baseball games, play practices, etc.  I don’t miss having to figure out how to be at 3 ball fields, in 3 different towns, all at nearly the same time, but, I do miss the ball games.

I’ve always have pretty good patience with my kids, but, for the most part, I am more patient now.  There are times when the clock is ticking, I have a deadline to meet, and I do get short tempered, but, at the same time, I do know that it is just a moment in a lifetime, and a few years from now, whether or not I got a proof book finished on a Monday or a Tuesday really isn’t going to matter. Of course, with a 2 year old, and 23 year old with TBI, I really don’t have much choice but learn to be patient, do I? LOL  (Not intending to leave out the other kids, just saying that those are the 2 that demand the most patience,)

Oh! In other news, and in keeping with our decision to “rediscover life”, my husband and I are finally going to go hiking at a nearby wildlife refuge and try to spot some bald eagles that winter there!  I have been wanting to do this for a few years!

Shopping

First thing this morning, I said I was going shopping, and buying Myself some clothes.  Shocking, isn’t it?  Seeing as I was down to one pair of jeans that actually fit, I think it was about time.

This was repeated several times.  Middle son’s girlfriend was asked, but already had other plans.  After that, nothing was ever said about anyone going but me and Munchkin. I really honestly figured all boys would be bored going clothes shopping with Mom for Mom.

After lunch, was putting Munchkin’s coat on to leave, and then, the oldest finally speaks up and says he’d like to go.  Surprisingly enough, he was actually ready to go when he said that!

So, the 3 of us went shopping. And had a very good time!  He didn’t even get impatient with as long as I was taking to pick out clothes and try things on umpteen times. Yes. I must try everything on before I buy.  I swear, nothing fits the same.  I wear a size 4 in some jeans, and some are a size 7.  He helped out with Munchkin as much as he could, and shopped on his own.

Strangest purchase of the day – My son bought 2 ties.  No. He does not normally wear ties. Ever.  He claims he’s going to start.  🙂

Frustrating!

I don’t know what’s going on, but, my oldest son is going through another of his grumpy stages.  He’s not too bad in the mornings, but, by afternoon, it’s obvious something is bothering him, but, he just says Nothing.

He’s also refusing to eat what is cooked for meals!  Or, at least, not eating when the rest of us eat.  Eventually, he will finally decide to eat, after changing his mind several times, even after whatever he asked for is being fixed.  The meal thing is really going to drive me crazy.  When he changes his mind, his tone is like he’s mad at whoever is fixing something for him, “Why are you warming up lasagna?”  “Because you just said you wanted it!”  “No, I don’t! I’m not even hungry.”

Anniversary of the Worst Day Ever

3 years ago today, about this time, I received the phone call that changed our lives forever.

3 years, yet right now, I am fighting tears.  Why does the date make a difference?

He’s here.  I was just talking to him.  I should not be feeling so sad!

So what if the doctors told us “We’ll know in a year how full his recovery is.  What he has in a year is it.”  They were Wrong!!!  He’s shown improvement in areas well past the first year.  He is still improving!!!  He’s now on the treadmill daily, 6 months ago, a treadmill was out of the question!

My emotions are so all over the place right now, I don’t even know what to write.  I need to just get busy and get my mind occupied.