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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Back from Vacation...


It's back to reality for me this week, after spending a week in the 80 degree weather I am back to freezing once again. We got home on Sunday afternoon. The drive home was so very long. Our trip started off like any other thing in my life, very rough. Five minutes before we were going to leave, I put all the kids on the deck to wait for Kristin to come while I put my purse in the truck. Well Tyler who I thought was getting into the truck decided to go for one last swing. Next thing I know my kids and Kristin kids are all playing in the back yard and Ash walked behind Tyler who was swinging and got kicked right in the mouth. I put a wash cloth on her mouth, offered her a snack but did not notice that her teeth had totally moved. Kristin came and we were on her way, later Kristin calls to tell me that Ash may have to have her teeth out, talk about feeling like crap, although it was an accident I still felt terrible because my child was the one responsible. I had a very bad Mom moment and really yelled at Tyler, which was not right of me, because it was an accident, so I upset him so he was literally sick to his stomach, for the first few days of our trip. Talk about feeling like crap, I know he did not intentionally hit Ashley but I had a not so perfect moment and let my worry for her teeth take over my emotions. In the worry for Ash, my sister was also upsetting me. From the moment we left she had not been excited about going. When we finally got to Florida she was not feeling well and it was really bothering me. I mean here we are in Florida going to Disney and she is down in the dumps. Needless to say by the end of the trip things got much better but I was reminded how hard it is to travel with others. During the vacation while shopping for laundry soap, (yup I had to still do laundry on vacation) Mackenzie was hopping around and hit her for head on the shopping cart. I seriously thought we were going to have to head to the ER, it looked so bad, but after a bit the big goose egg went down. During the trip I am trying to stay positive because I know that we will not be back here for a while but I still had my moments. All in all it was fun and the weather was awesome, and if I knew what would be in store for me when arriving home I might have considered staying forever. When we got home of course we are all tired and I am thinking about all the stuff I must get in order before Monday. I walk into a freezing house and a very torn apart house, my cats were very naughty and got into everything. I go to turn up the heat and very soon find out that my furnace is broke once again. I later go to see my Dad when he informs me that he has heart disease, this is all within hours of arriving home. I had to bust my butt to unpack, do laundry and get the kids things ready for school the next day and I have a million things running through my mind. Thank heaven for Prozac that is all I have to say. Monday rolls around and the furnace man comes with more bad news, I may have to buy a whole new furnace. I am thinking in my head, are you ******* kidding me, I just got back from a very expensive vacation, I literally have $5 cash in my wallet and he is telling me that I have to spend $2000 on a new furnace. I wanted to just cry, but instead I just took a deep breath and decided to just have faith, there was no sense worrying about things that are out of my control, again my thank you to Prozac.... The repair man must have needed someone to talk to because before I knew it he was explaining to me that his mother was in the hospital dying and they were not allowing anyone to visit her. I really think that I am in the wrong profession. I told him that I would be thinking of him and his family and praying for his mother, only me I swear this would happen to a man in his 50's sharing his heartache over his dying mother, it's all I could think of all afternoon. I guess it put my $2000 headache into perspective. After a cold long baseball practice I am changing into my pj's last night when John comes in and sits on the bed, with that certain look about him. I knew something was wrong, he starts out with I did not want to tell you this but my shop is probably going to be going on strike Thursday. I was like this Thursday???? Is this some bad dream? Of all the times. Needless to say I am very thankful once again for my Prozac and am hoping for a much better day today...

2 comments:

jennschultz said...

Dang girl...its weird how things seem to happen in streaks. Been there too. Hope you get through your little slump soon and no worse for the wear. Maybe you can put off the furnace until fall! :)

alvincheng said...

Very Interesting! Thumbs up!!