Well, there went our uterus.

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Yep, it’s been evicted. It wasn’t helping anyone here anyway. If it did anything, it made me feel like poop and ruined a full week of my life every couple of weeks.

Since we were all done making babies of our own, the decision was pretty easy.

I did pretty good at prepping for the big day too!  I made mini books full of school work plans and notebooking pages.

Month's work of school workI bought groceries that would be easy to prepare and were inherently kid friendly.

I started getting rooms in order so the house wouldn’t swallow itself in my absence.

I started….  quietly panicky.

I was in total denial over the details of the procedure. Everyone who knows me knows exactly how I feel about doctors, especially doctors touching me, and double especially strange doctors {and others} touching me in areas …well.. in sensitive areas.

I also wasn’t sure how I would feel, how fast I would recover, and how the meds would make me feel.

I don’t mind a couple of glasses of wine, but full on out-of-my-gourd for days on end is not my idea of fun.

I prayed, and prayed and wanted so badly to share with you all about how NOT worried I was, despite my efforts to fret.

I just couldn’t get all worked up about it. I knew God had it, that it would be fine, and no matter how much my human head wanted to fret my heart wouldn’t have any part of it.

In the two weeks before my surgery, we had stomach bugs, cramps, budget issues, and homeschool woes. Nothing I had planned went as planned and I in the end, I just put up my hands.

Here are some of the funny and not so funny things I observed during my surgery experience:

  • When the anesthesiologist says, “You won’t care in 30 seconds”, he is probably overestimating how long your give-a-dern will still function. Mine lasted approximately 10 seconds.
  • When the anesthesiologist says, “I have to keep you awake for the spinal, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t remember any of it”, he really means “we are going to delete your memories from between to moments in time with such precision and effectiveness that you are going to wonder if all your Sci Fi fears are coming true and you will forever wonder if this has been done to you before.”
  • Amazing nurses with not-so-amazing bedside manners and a tendency to make judgmental comments about homeschooling should most definitely NOT be put on duty with a homeschool-loving mom under heavy medication but no lock on her mouth.
  • It’s shocking how the nurses and doctors will ignore you (unless you beep them of course) for HOURS on end during the daytime, but when night falls they stand outside your door and wait for you fall asleep so they can come wake you up for blood pressure checks and blood tests.
  • Some patients are painfully and unnecessarily high maintenance.
  • Pain meds are a lot of fun, until you stop taking them and realize how ridiculous you have sounded for the past three days.
  • You don’t really know how much something hurt, until the pain is gone. (Dear Uterus, You will NOT be missed. Thank you for your service. Buh-bye)
  • You don’t really know what your hubby can do until you shut up, take a nap, and let him do it.
  • Letting someone else be in charge, of the very things you have invested your life to take care of, is the hardest part.
  • There will be a couple of times in your life, when pooping becomes very, very important. This is one of those times.
  • Just because you think you are making sense, you probably sound like you left a few marbles at the hospital. This is almost guaranteed if you started your morning with Vicodin.
  • Few things are as blissful as a steaming hot bubble bath – alone.
  • When push comes to shove, what you thought mattered is the last thing you think about, and what you took for granted will be the first thing you cling to.

I’m pretty sure it’s time for me to curl up in bed and cry.

Not sure why I’m crying, but it seems to be coming on like rain in Florida. It doesn’t last long but it happens regularly.

 

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Sweeter Than Candy

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Sometimes I get caught up in life. I seem to exist in a constant state of “must be doing” even when I’m resting.
I must be cleaning, cooking, writing, thinking, working, learning, parenting, focusing, ….

and rarely, even when it looks like fun, am I ever really just having fun. I’m constantly judging my conduct and my actions and the conduct of those around me (mostly my children and my husband).

Candy Book

She made me a book about candy yesterday. It seems Mr. Skittles sounds like Gru and Mr. Butterfinger is bad because he tries to steal baby pop from momma pop.

I’m trying hard to stop. To just be. To stop making every.moment.a.lesson.

I guess I’ve always felt like I was under a microscope and it’s hard to shake the idea that everything is a test. But I am painfully aware of how stressful it is to feel like you are always in the middle of a pop quiz, and I’m working to stop making my family feel that way.

Today, my in-laws came to visit. They took the kids out for some treats so the Mr. and I could use our free passes to see a movie.

Sharpies for mom

DD12 spent her birthday money today. She bought momma two new Sharpies. #sweet

Our oldest used her birthday money to buy herself a stuffed toy, and buy me some pretty new Sharpies. I almost cried. You would have too if you had been present for some of our recent…..conversations.

The Mr., the kids, and the grandparents went for a walk around the neighborhood, while I caught up on some work and waited for pizza delivery.

We watched Master Chef Junior while eating overrated pizza and blue Kool Aid.

Magnetix Flower Garden

Bubbagirl made me a flower garden.

Today, I cuddled without an agenda. Today, I stopped and looked my kids in their eyes.

I rubbed backs and stole noses and refrained from my duties as Grammar Nazi and Tone-of-Voice Czar.

Family Game Night

Family Game Night, cut short by cranky short people

We tried to play a game after the grandparents left. When the happy team spirits started to wane, we jumped to the end and called a winner.

The Mr. and I decided to divide and conquer. He took Doodlebug into the kitchen to play a different board game and I took the rest into the living room for some creative time.

Doodling with my babies

New Sharpies, artist paper, and babies…. #love

I can remember doodling with my mom. Seems she was always doodling little pictures on things: notes, envelopes, napkins. I don’t take time anymore to just doodle for fun. I haven’t done much of anything lately, even “fun” stuff, that wasn’t somehow part of a bigger to-do line item.

You know what? Doodling for no good reason is fun.
Peeking out of the corner of your eye to see your children watching intently as you draw, because they want to copy exactly what you’re doing…. sweeter than all the candy in the world.

Sometimes, all you need, to be a great mom, is a pause button for ‘Mommy’s Internal Never-Ending To-Do List’.

Whatever you need to do to make it O.K. to pause the life lessons for a few minutes and live.…do it. Enjoy the sweetness of it all.

And don’t worry mommas…. the world won’t fall down while you’re busy.

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Mental Health Day

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Our Principal has taken the day off and declared a “Mental Health Day”.

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Who am I to argue? (Well, I really am not a big fan of sweating, or bugs, or outdoors…so I did try to argue, but I failed)

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We shall be putting down the books,

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and going back to the lake.DSC_0232

Where there is no wifi,DSC_0245

 

no cell service,DSC_0182

 

no televisions,DSC_0256

 

no computers.

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I was bribed with a fully charged camera battery, and the hope of getting some pics of fungi. I seriously *love* fungi.

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