I took the boys to go see Winnie the Pooh the other day and I noticed that all the Winnie the Pooh stories start with “In Which.” I like it. Enjoy.
Geric left on Tuesday night for a missions trip to Detroit with our church. I was really okay with it. I really, really was. He loves doing ministry. God was going to show up and he would get to be a part of it. Awesome.
But due to series of mishaps, I have decided he can’t leave again for a very, very long time.
Here’s what happened:
1. Notice of foreclosure: If you missed it, you can read my rant here. And, actually, the notices came the day before he left, but I was left here with the thought of being in foreclosure and that thought got to fester and annoy me all week, without him here to hug me and say, “We’re going to be okay.” I got to obsess looking at Craig’s List and the MLS for a new place to live in case the sheriff came and put the “sign of shame” on our door while Geric was gone. My mind never stops, people!
2. Positive TB Test: Yes, you read that right. I have TB!!! Okay, not really. Well, sort of. I don’t know. I have to get a TB test every so often because I’m a teacher. The district sent me to this tiny clinic where the front desk girl was the “nurse” that gave me the test. Not sketchy at all. When I came back two days later, it was positive!!! The nurse practitioner said I have to go to Kaiser now for a chest x-ray and then I have to meet with a doctor after that. It really just means that I’ve been exposed to the infection, cause I’m not coughing up blood or anything. That would be really scary. But, honestly, it’s annoying that I’m doing all of this just so I can keep my job that has cut my hours to two hours a week. Lame. I’m spending more time at the doctors that I will be working my first month back to school. And my three kids get to accompany me every step of the medical journey. Yay. They were so noisy in the doctor’s office the other day that the NP actually yelled at them. That’s so not embarrassing in case you were wondering. So. Not. Embarrassing.
3. My Kids are Out of Control: Honestly, this is nothing new. My boys are not the most behaved kids in the world. I love them with all my heart. I truly, truly do. But I know that if we’re at the park or church or Chick-fil-a and I see another kid crying, it’s probably because one of my boys did something to them. I don’t know why they’re like that. Maybe is my awesome parenting skills? I don’t know. Sometimes they’re little angels, like when they’re sleeping. But this week, they have been extra, extra obnoxious. For example, see #2 above. And without Geric here to give me a break it has felt non-stop.
4. Elijah Doesn’t Sleep: My baby is great napper. He’s like clockwork when it comes to napping. Nap Champ, that’s what I call him. But nighttime is a completely different story. He still wakes up two or three times every night. It doesn’t help that he’s still in our room, but since we live in this dinky little two bedroom house (that is in foreclosure!!!) there’s no where else to put the poor guy. So, I hear every peep and roll-over and what have you. Which equals one exhasuted mommy. Which is probably why my parenting skills are less than stellar. Which is probably why my kids are out of control. Which is probably why I have TB. Just kidding. On the last one. Just to give Elijah a little credit, he did sleep well last night, but it didn’t matter because…
5. Throw up: Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, I think we all ate some bad spaghetti sauce. I started feeling nauseous yesterday afternoon. (Sidenote: why does everyone jump to “are you pregnant?” if you feel nauseous? Is it just me?) So I took the big boys to my mom and dads, where I threw up. Always a good time. I could never be bulimic. Never. I took Elijah home with me (where he slept well) but I was up all night sick. My mom called this morning and the first thing out of her mouth was, “How many times can a little boy throw up in the middle of the night?” I know it sucks for my mom and dad, but THANK GOD they were there and not with sick ol’ me. Today we’re feeling a little peaked, but better.
Geric is due to arrive home tonight at midnight.
If we make it through today it’ll be a miracle.
And he’s never leaving again.