Well the day before the day of has finally arrived. I have made all of the arrangements for the kids and the Hubby to be cared for in my brief absence. I know exactly what I am sending with Princess Petey to spend the day with her "borrowed" grandma (her real one won't come up) for the whole day. Everything should go smoothly.
For those who do not know what I am talking about... I am scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning at 7am. This has been a long time in coming but must taken care of for my body to ever be "normal" again. (What is normal?)
Anyway... because of the pneumonia that I enjoyed while I was pregnant with Princess Petey I now get to go and have a hysterectomy along with some other hopefully minor reconstruction.
I will have to spend one night in the hospital and then about three weeks recouping. That is the optimistic plan at least. The nurse yesterday made it all sound so very much worse. My Mother called me yesterday to tell me what it said in her medical book. She informed me that I will no longer have periods. (YEA!!) She also wanted to know where all the blood will go or will I just fill up and explode.?.?...Huh?
So all night last night I dreamed about being on the surgery table and blowing up as soon as the doctor touched me. Before that I really was only worried about if this surgery will make me an IT. You know like when you take your cat in to get fixed. She's a she at the beginning and an It by the time things are done.
Either way... the whole thing will be over tomorrow afternoon. I guess we will know all the answers then.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Peace...be still.
When we go to church on Sundays I carry with me a very large black bag. This back was given to me as a diaper bag by my Hubby's mother. My children call her Banana. This bag that Banana sent could very easy hold the entire population of a small country in its depths. I cannot imagine every needing that much space for baby items... hmmm.
Anyway, in this bag I carry all of the items that we could need for a Sunday. As the Primary Secretary I carry all of my rolls, my Great Big Book of Everything, several different colored sheets of extra paper (My Pres. always asks "do you happen to have a sheet of _____ paper? I only need one.")pens, pencils. I used to also carry tape and a stapler but somehow even though we are at church those two things have been stolen. I also carry in my bag the items that might come in handy with Princess Petey. Change of clothes, diapers, wipers, a few quiet (hahaha) toys and some finger snacks.
Invariably the pockets on this bag always wind up carrying extra things that I forget about. Old programs, papers the boys have colored in class, invites to baby showers or Relief Society gatherings that I have no intention to attend, that sort of thing. The collection of these extra items usually make a slow journey to the recycling box but one such paper caught my eye the other day and I have been thinking about it off and on ever since.
It was a simple sheet of paper to mark of on which chapters of the Book of Mormon that you have read. A cute design. But what caught my attention were the words at the bottom. I didn't notice who read them but I am certain that was not the important part. The words said...
If you are too busy to pray and read your scriptures you are busier than Heavenly Father meant you to be."
In my world there is always somewhere I/We have to go. A game, a practice, a meeting for one group or the other. There are endless chores to be done, phone calls to return, Scouts and Primary to prepare for, homework to do, etc. and etc. Not to mention that stupid kindergarten bus.
I honestly cannot remember the last time I sat down with my scriptures for more than that quick look for a child's talk or Primary scripture. I also know that I have fallen asleep far too often during prayers before crawling into bed. I imagine my life is not the only one that is this way. :)
The Visiting Teaching message from my Ladies yesterday was something about an oak tree and it's roots being strongly fixed in the ground being able to withstand the outside turmoil. I listened and think there is a message I am supposed to be receiving. It was hard to follow though because of the two little boys I was babysitting demanding my attention, Kenji needing to ask a question and the dumb timer going off to remind me it was time to get ready for the Bus. Ugh.
I am not really sure how to "prune" back my world. How does a person do that?
Anyway, in this bag I carry all of the items that we could need for a Sunday. As the Primary Secretary I carry all of my rolls, my Great Big Book of Everything, several different colored sheets of extra paper (My Pres. always asks "do you happen to have a sheet of _____ paper? I only need one.")pens, pencils. I used to also carry tape and a stapler but somehow even though we are at church those two things have been stolen. I also carry in my bag the items that might come in handy with Princess Petey. Change of clothes, diapers, wipers, a few quiet (hahaha) toys and some finger snacks.
Invariably the pockets on this bag always wind up carrying extra things that I forget about. Old programs, papers the boys have colored in class, invites to baby showers or Relief Society gatherings that I have no intention to attend, that sort of thing. The collection of these extra items usually make a slow journey to the recycling box but one such paper caught my eye the other day and I have been thinking about it off and on ever since.
It was a simple sheet of paper to mark of on which chapters of the Book of Mormon that you have read. A cute design. But what caught my attention were the words at the bottom. I didn't notice who read them but I am certain that was not the important part. The words said...
If you are too busy to pray and read your scriptures you are busier than Heavenly Father meant you to be."
In my world there is always somewhere I/We have to go. A game, a practice, a meeting for one group or the other. There are endless chores to be done, phone calls to return, Scouts and Primary to prepare for, homework to do, etc. and etc. Not to mention that stupid kindergarten bus.
I honestly cannot remember the last time I sat down with my scriptures for more than that quick look for a child's talk or Primary scripture. I also know that I have fallen asleep far too often during prayers before crawling into bed. I imagine my life is not the only one that is this way. :)
The Visiting Teaching message from my Ladies yesterday was something about an oak tree and it's roots being strongly fixed in the ground being able to withstand the outside turmoil. I listened and think there is a message I am supposed to be receiving. It was hard to follow though because of the two little boys I was babysitting demanding my attention, Kenji needing to ask a question and the dumb timer going off to remind me it was time to get ready for the Bus. Ugh.
I am not really sure how to "prune" back my world. How does a person do that?
Monday, September 14, 2009
As long as you are under my roof.
The smell in the air has changed and most of the time there is that little bit of a chill in the air. Which only means it is time for school to be back in session. By the time it is time for school to begin I am usually so much more than ready to send my sons back to school.
And yet...
There is the terrible sensation of having to let them actually go back to school.
The first day of school for me is the worst. Without fail I end up calling my Hubby and crying about 'whose dumb idea was it' for the kids to go to school. This is not just a fit I do with the little ones either. My house gets far too quiet and I get lonely for all of them.
Now this sadness does wear off rather quickly and soon I begin looking forward to a stable routine. Bus times. Early outs. Not having to fix lunch. I do adjust to them being gone.
If I could only fiqure out a way to not have them get older every year, closer to the time when they will leave for real. That is the part I really dread.
And yet...
There is the terrible sensation of having to let them actually go back to school.
The first day of school for me is the worst. Without fail I end up calling my Hubby and crying about 'whose dumb idea was it' for the kids to go to school. This is not just a fit I do with the little ones either. My house gets far too quiet and I get lonely for all of them.
Now this sadness does wear off rather quickly and soon I begin looking forward to a stable routine. Bus times. Early outs. Not having to fix lunch. I do adjust to them being gone.
If I could only fiqure out a way to not have them get older every year, closer to the time when they will leave for real. That is the part I really dread.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
All Passengers May Now Board...
I have come to the conclusion that I need to stop beating around the bush and just state facts. No, my clan and I will not be making the trip home this summer nor any where in the distant forseeable future.
Why, you ask... or not.
My hubby and I have tried to figure out the easiest/cheapest/shortest way to make this visit possible. First of all, there was not ever going to be a time when all of us could make the journey which meant either me driving/flying alone or making a 36 hour visit after a long 13 hour drive down. This idea did not appeal to me much so we moved on to option two...
which consisted of my flying down with the three youngest and spending almost two weeks... this method while faster for the Princess would cost around $1200 for airfare, hotel and rental car.
This option also had to be cast aside... we came to the unhappy decision that our money tree would in no way be able to keep up with the many demands that we will be placing upon it this year with 5 chidren in school, 1 football player, 1 college student, 2 Seniors, 1 Disneyland Band trip, 1 constantly growing girl and numerous trips to Walmart for milk.
So... if anyone THERE wants to come HERE... I guarantee it will be cheaper/faster/shorter for you to come to us than for us to come to you.
Call me when your plane lands.... :)
Why, you ask... or not.
My hubby and I have tried to figure out the easiest/cheapest/shortest way to make this visit possible. First of all, there was not ever going to be a time when all of us could make the journey which meant either me driving/flying alone or making a 36 hour visit after a long 13 hour drive down. This idea did not appeal to me much so we moved on to option two...
which consisted of my flying down with the three youngest and spending almost two weeks... this method while faster for the Princess would cost around $1200 for airfare, hotel and rental car.
This option also had to be cast aside... we came to the unhappy decision that our money tree would in no way be able to keep up with the many demands that we will be placing upon it this year with 5 chidren in school, 1 football player, 1 college student, 2 Seniors, 1 Disneyland Band trip, 1 constantly growing girl and numerous trips to Walmart for milk.
So... if anyone THERE wants to come HERE... I guarantee it will be cheaper/faster/shorter for you to come to us than for us to come to you.
Call me when your plane lands.... :)
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