Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Weird, weird day

After a successful sleep night(my Curious Greorge prediction came true), I got up a bit groggy but rested. I got the three musketeers to school with relative ease and returned home for a tiny little cat nap before going to work. This was a rare Tuesday when I did not have a staff meeting, so my schedule was a little more flexible. When I finally went to work, Murphy's law went into effect and the monsoons arrived. Blowing wind and chilly rain and I can't find my umbrella. Oh well. My office was somewhat warm and I went to work on some paperwork and organizing that was long overdue. Now remember, yesterday we were out in the yard playing fetch with the dog, the kids in shorts and tshirts. I heard the screeching of tires, so I looked out my window in the church's "historic district" to find that there was snow coming down from the sky. Yes, Wisconsin Family, you may insert your chuckles here. If the Pollen Vortex wasn't odd enough, the snow certainly was. I danced down the hall to tthe office humming "Let It Snow" while coworkers snarled and said, "Heaven forbid" under their breath. I like to mess with their heads from time to time. I attended a midday Holy Week service and had a nice warm and comforting lunch afterwards. Just a pleasant, but oddly weathered, Tuesday. The youngers got in the car with few stories of their day, so we sang a few songs and took a broken shoe to the repairman to get fixed. Then S called, sounding quite winded and alarmed, and asked me to come get her because her teachers were worried and wanted her to come home. Great. Luckily it was only five minutes to dismissal, so I got my spot and waited for her to come out. Then what to my wandering eyes did appear, but S and her math/homeroom teacher walking to the car. This was a shocker for several reasons. It did alarm me a bit more knowing he walked her out due to his concern with her condition. I am grateful for his care during this weird event. I think she gave him a scare. Every time I think she is almost completely back from her health crisis of a year ago, something else bizarre pops up. I know she panics, not wanting to travel down this road yet another time.

Oh well. For now all three are resting. I am watching The Godfather II and the hub is doing work. I pray for the restored health of our oldest and the continued health of the others. It's never dull around here.


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Monday, April 14, 2014

Attack of the POLLEN VORTEX

I don't know if anyone else out there has seasonal allergies and sinus crud, but if you don't...you are one lucky somebody. If you live here in East Tennessee, it is almost unavoidable I hate to say. I had a full, full day yesterday that started with a 7:15 arrival to work and ended with a church council meeting that ended at 8pm-ish. From about my 4pm on, I felt the tiny tickle in my throat grow from a mere annoyance to an inevitable problem in 10 minute increments of yuck. Upon my arrival home, I was scrambling to find Mucinex and Sovreign Silver and Flonase and Echinacea. This morning we woke to hear of the scourge of the "Pollen Vortex" and my sinus cavity was screaming curses at its mention. After the morning coughing concluded, the boy asked whether I had bruised a lung and if it was possible to cough one out. I am still convinced that I have had a few coughs that knocked one loose. The neti pot did not yield the usually gory and gross results that it often does, so when the Neti pot is ineffective, the "Vortex" wins. Tonight I got some liquid Tylenol or "Wal-enol" from Walgreens to hopefully do some work and allow me to sleep a little bit better than the wake up every 30 minutes I did last night. Those waking times did allow me to think about the load of laundry I forgot about that was souring in the washer, walk around and check the breathing of all family members, trip on a random old school make up case in the middle of the girls' floor and lay back down and cuss the old school make up case that should have not been in the middle of their floor. One of those kinds of nights is more than enough, so I welcome some sleep which will hopefully welcome some sinus healing powers. Either that or my renditions of Janis Joplin and Ray LaMontagne songs will be closer to their style with my gargled with glass kind of rasp. My neighbors on the work hall will kindly shut their doors a little faster when I start to sing I am sure. Oh well. Off to take my elixir. Fingers crossed that it works. If you need a mental image, just thing of Curious George when he got into the bottle of ether:



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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Lots of cans to fill the tummy

It is Palm Sunday today on the Christian calendar and with it comes lots of cans. As I have spoken about in the past, our church does Kids' Can for Christ during the Lenten season. They collect food items for the Ftn City Ministry Center all during Lent. They are placed in a makeshift "tomb" in our narthex. Palm Sunday afternoon the cans are sorted, counted and taken to the ministry center to feed hungry people in our community. A door is placed on the tomb so that people coming for Holy Week services can see that it is sealed. On Easter morning, the door is off to reveal an empty tomb. The children enjoy helping with the process for sure. Yes, some of the kids find it fun to hide in the tomb from their grown ups or throw their cans in or out of it. What're you going to do? Nothing.

Learning to give to others is so very important and I am so glad that our children get to experience this each year. We are so fortunate to have food on our plates and in our tummies; we forget sometimes that there are people in our own back yard who have nothing. So I'll put up with a yearly search to find two or three "missing" children hiding in the Narthex cardboard tomb in order to see the miracle of Easter fill our hearts and community tummies once again.


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Saturday, April 12, 2014

She came in like a wrecking ball...have mercy...

Yet another soccer Saturday in the books, dear three readers. Because our oldest is still coughing like a maniac, she was confined to the house and not in the pollinated allergy air that is thick at this time in East Tennessee. No black and white ball for her. Rest, a warm puppy and movies were on her agenda today. The youngers had two very intense and action packed games. The boy ran and kicked and threw like a champ. This was without a doubt the most physical game he had played and I honestly thought one of the opposing coaches would stroke out on the field he was yelling so loud. Um, they are 8 and under. Just saying. My poor boy had that super red face and exhaustion that comes from fighting a good fight and coming out victorious. A post-game juice box was not cutting it. After watching a friend play her game, the family made the walk to the other end of the complex to watch G play her game. I truly tink there should be some sort of dispensary for Xanax for moms at the fields. My nerves are shot before the game even starts. G is a physical player. Not a dirty player, but a physical one. In goal, she throws herself at the ball, dives for it, sacrifices her body when she has to do so. To see her run right at someone with the ball, grab it and cover her head in time for them to fall on top of her and roll around...it is just too much. One of those falls would be enough for me. More than enough. Today she had a collision that went bad and scared me as they always do. This time her coaches had to assist her off the field. Luckily one is a physical therapist and he more than gets his practice on my child alone. She is like a Mack truck wrecking ball running for that ball, but with grace. I thoroughly love seeing her face out there on the field...just not after she has gotten a mouthful of dirt from saving a goal.

I do not envy the sore leg she will have for a few days, but I do envy her natural athletic ability and competitive nature. But next time, can I give her a few layers of bubble wrap first?


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Friday, April 11, 2014

What is your favorite remedy?

My oldest was also our healthiest for a very long time. The occasional cold and stomach virus that a nice friend shared here or there, but that was it. Then came the whole mono event of a year ago. That kind of shot her record. After she finally got better, she has been okay, but now she has a blasted sinus infection that has gone rogue on us. We learned about "broncospasms" at the pediatrician's office today. After that little 2 hour visit, and a 45 minute visit to Walgreens, I returned home with a grocery bag full of meds. Good grief. But with all those things, nothing can get her to stop coughing. Those spasms just will not calm down. Honey? Not working. Vapo Rub on the feet? Not working. Delsym? Not working. She sounds like she should be locked away in a TB ward. We have been given enough "strong" cough syrup to get us through one night. This concerns me. So, I am hoping for some home remedies. My Granny always claimed to have a secret bottle of whiskey somewhere in the house that she would take a spoonful of if she had a cough. Somehow I think that would be frowned upon by authority kinds of people. But I need a home remedy. My friend A has given me one to try and I am currently mixing it up. This kid needs some help.



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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Poor pup got Garmin'ed

So, friends, our family has been on a journey since the end of December. A journey to tame this crazy dog of ours. She is the sweetest dog in the world when you can catch her and she isn't using your hand as a chew toy...in a playful way. From the eating of everything that isn't nailed down, to the finding her standing on top of our kitchen table, to chewing through three leashes, a dog bowl and her special walking harness, she has made her mark. But as we all remember, the straw that broke the camel's back was when our sweet chocolate Copper girl jumped the fence and decided to visit the neighbors through their dog door and into their bed. Twice. Yes. That is what put me over the edge. We considered every cost effective possibility, talked to many people about increasing the height of our fence, electrifying our fence(which we cannot do in the city) and putting armed guards at the fence to keep her in. None of these seemed to be practical or affordable for what we needed. So after meeting some very chatty and opinionated pet owners at the dog park, I learned that the new wave of the dog future is the "E Collar". When I googled the aforementioned term, I got more information than I ever thought possible. After much research and muddling through the guilt of the use of the device, I presented my research to the hub. He decided that we should search locally for the collar. No luck for our preferred brand. Then this week, after she chewed up her bed, a checkout line cookbook and halfway through another leash all in the course of a half hour and then took off running so fast that the leash jerked and made my arm 2 inches longer, I hit my limit. I texted in all caps, so my sweet husband knew I was serious, "I AM DONE AND CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS CRAZY DOG". Within 90 seconds, I received this text, "The Garmin collar will be here Thursday". God bless him.

My little friend in the little boxy brown truck rapped on our door and brought the box today. I was intimidated right off when I had to read the directions just to plug it up and charge it. I had to start the warnings and threats from the moment the kids got in the car. "You do not touch it...do not play with it...you do not want to hurt her and fry her neck." With that, S and I left to go to the store and the hub decided to try it out on this lovely evening. In the middle of JoAnn's aisle of owl printed fat quarters, I received this text message, "Collar works". As we returned home, the two time escapee and bed invader was not gonna go near that once tempting corner. It was a flipping miracle. She was able to run and frolic and get that energy out...but she avoided that evil fence.

Judge us if you must, but if trial number one is any indicator as to how effective this collar is going to be, we might just all make it with our sanity in tact. Welllll...that may be pushing it a bit. My sanity was never completely in tact to start.


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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Tug o' war heroes

Today was the track meet for all of the schools included in the East section of our fair city/county. There were several schools represented which was nice, because we got to see friends we normally only get to see at soccer or church. Kind of like a family reunion day. G was over the moon excited about the day, popping up out of bed like a she had been shocked awake. After I got her to school, I packed a bag with sunscreen, water and some snacks and headed to the high school for the big event. It was a great venue...lots of room and clean and nice. The first events to be called were the sack race, the 800m race and the tug of war. Well my child, my mini me, has been a devout student of the art of tug of war since she realized that people actually pull on ends of a rope in hopes of pulling each other down. It is her absolute favorite thing at field day, track meets, picnics. So imagine her absolute joy and excitement when they won 1st place in the fourth grade division. First out of at least eight schools. That team was over the moon...just thrilled! I was so excited for her.



While she was in the throes of celebrating and being part of her team, she did grant me 30 seconds to take her picture close up...nice to be able to document this happy occasion at least a little bit:



A fun but exhausting day. It is nice to see that happy smile. Love that kid!


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