My Current Situation

Today is Wednesday.  Co-op day.  My day started out hectic and hasn't stopped yet.  

Co-op is over, and I'm currently at the library with Jordan, Violet, and my nephew.  We are at the library so that Jordan can get some of his school assignments completed.  Usually, on co-op days, we bring our laptop and he can get quite a bit accomplished during his down time.  This morning, though, he swears he only heard me ask him to pack the charger chord for the computer and not the computer itself.  

Omgoodness.  

Every week it's the same routine on Wednesdays.  Why would I only want to bring the charger chord?  Jordan's  eleven, about to be twelve.  Every day he's becoming more and more like a teenager.  I still love him, though.  Whether intentional or not, his lack of ability to bring our computer to co-op backfired on  him, because here we are at the library, schooling away.  He's not even complaining.  

One funny thing Violet did today.  I had a doctor's appointment and had to leave co-op for about an hour, during her science class.  When I returned, she ran up to me, moaning that she had the worst day ever.  Why?  Because Mrs. Melody tried to teach her about dinosaurs, and she doesn't like them.

Literally, smh.  

One Year Later...

So, I'm not sure how I managed to go an entire year (give or take a few days) without posting anything here.  Truthfully, we've had one heck of a year and have been so busy.  Also truthfully, I miss writing here.  It's therapeutic and I like having a way to remember this crazy life of mine.  The thought having an entire year of life absent from this blog gives me waves of regret and anxiety.

Moving on.

I left off last  year right after Thanksgiving.  We had a great Turkey Day Season.    The Christmas season was even more hectic than usual.  Both boys had their usual activities, and we added dance classes for Violet into the mix.  Lots of running around.  There are three kids and only two of us parents.  Said kids have activities in three different cities.  Thank God for my parents!  

Right before Christmas last year, Jordan dislocated his shoulder in a wrestling tournament.  The first doctor we saw said absolutely not more wrestling or football.  We were crushed and sought a second opinion.  After physical therapy and lots of work, Jordan is wrestling again this year.  We're taking it slowly to see how it goes.  This may or may not make me a nervous wreck.

In February, Shaun competed in Special Olympics for the first time... and placed FIRST!  This was so exciting and we were so proud of him.  I was so shocked at the level of competitiveness at these events.  These kids were out for blood!  I wasn't really expecting Shaun to do well, since it was his first time competing.  I guess he showed me.  Ha!

There's  nothing to report, really for the rest of the winter.  Nothing sticks out, anyway.  

Springtime sucked.  For me, anyway.  I burned myself boiling eggs to dye for Easter.  The handle of my pot broke off when I was taking the pot of eggs to dump into the sink.  The entire pot of rapidly boiling water cascaded over my torso.  I had never been burned before, so I didn't realize at first that not feeling any pain was a bad thing.  I finally saw my doctor a few days later, who sent me to a plastic surgeon.  The time between Easter and summer is literally one big blur of pain medication.  And pain.  I cannot express the pain.  

The good thing that came out of this experience was my panniculectomy.  Yes, I had one.  I had so much damage to my skin from the burn (and so much excess skin in general) that my plastic surgeon recommended this surgery.  I had it done in August, on the day of the solar eclipse to be more specific.  Recovery was hard.  The end of August and the month of September are also big blurs filled with pain, medication, and a few errors in judgement caused by said pain medication.  I'm all better now and I'm glad I had the surgery, which would have never been possible if I hadn't been burned.  So I guess in a round about way, I'm glad I was burned.  Sigh.  

I also gained over thirty pounds during this ordeal. Thirty freaking pounds.  I guess I could blame the medication, or the fact that I couldn't move for months.  I can also take responsibility and say that I went crazy and used food for comfort.  Same old thing.  

I'm starting from scratch with this weight loss thing.  It's not even about weight at this point,  but about being healthy.  I'm back to the gym and trying to eat right.  Chris is on board this time, too, so maybe we can make it work together.