Happy New Year Almost

I just wrote the longest post and it got eaten by who-knows-what. So, just know that I am thinking about all of you and will post more later.

Things I've Learned

I have learned that I have an amazing group of friends and family. People have been calling just to check up on Mr T and I, and I really appreciate it. I had no idea so many people cared. Thank you all for showing you care by the little things you've done. One person even dropped by with a couple of movies and sherbert pushup's. What a blessing. I am learning that it really does help to call and check up on people. Sometimes I worry that I'll be a bother, but I am seeing that it means a ton just to know people remember and they care.

I also have learned that ice cream (which I normally don't eat) is AWESOME at 8 a.m. Who knew? I could get hooked on that.

On the Road to Recovery

I wanted so badly to post something last night, but I was just TOO tired. We got up at 4:15 a.m. yesterday so we could be at the doctor's by 6. Mr T's surgery was at 8, and we were back home by 11:30. He DID AWESOME!!!! Before we left the hospital, he had to eat 2 popsicles. I assumed we'd be there ALL day, but he did it with no problem. We got home, and he began asking for breakfast, which of course he can't have. We instead fed him a bottle and a half of gatorade and 8 popsicles. With each passing moment, I was more and more thankful to God for letting him do so well. I was overwhelmed that God would hear my prayer and answer it. Little ole' me and my problems matter to God. Amazing huh? Another answer to prayer, Mr T is taking his medicine with no problem. If you ask him if anything hurts, he'll tell you his hand hurts from the IV. Go figure.

This morning, he is slightly more whiney, but I think that's because his big sister just left for school. He is gonna miss her today. At dinner last night, without Mr T there (he was passed out in our bed,) we all 3 sat and ate quietly. We realized that without Mr T there, we are pretty boring. We began to tell knock knock jokes in his honor. Miss A told one over and over 10 times so we could get the full "Mr T" effect. :)

I am speechless at how good our God is. Speechless. If you want to pray, you can pray now that we can keep Mr T down and still enough for 2 weeks. No running, no jumping for 2 weeks. Yeah, right. He also can't have anything hard or crunchy for 2 weeks. All the rules are going to be a struggle. And they say day 3 and week 2 can be worse than right after the surgery, so we're not out of the woods. But, it can't be too bad. We're on the road to recovery.

One Hurdle Down

Well, we have just completed our pre-op visit, which consisted of spending 5 minutes with the doctor and filling out a ton of paperwork. It went pretty smoothly. God has already answered one prayer. The surgery will be at 8 am, which is great. The earlier, the better, as far as I am concerned. He can't eat after midnight on Monday so I was hoping we wouldn't have to go all day Tuesday without eating while we were waiting for a late surgery.

Mr T is really worried about this whole thing. He asks every morning if today is the 18th. He knows that's the day. I just pray he'll take his medicine and drink enough to not get dehydrated. We'll see.

Alive and Kickin

We are over the stomach bug, and no one but me seems any worse for the wear. I am still extremely tired and can't stop coughing. I'll be glad when I feel like myself again. At least I feel like getting out of bed. I wondered if I was going to just sleep the rest of my life away.

On a lighter note, I love living here where it is 72 degrees. We ate dinner on the porch the other night, 12 days before Christmas. What could be better than that?

We are trying to wind everything up. I have a couple more small gifts to get; I have handed out most of the teacher gifts; the house is clean. I think we are all ready for the tonsil thing on Tuesday. We go tomorrow for pre-op and find out what time the surgery is. I am praying that God will make this whole thing painless and easy. I hope he decides I can't handle much whining and therefore makes Mr T a perfect patient. :)

In the car yesterday, Mr T and I were listening to the christian radio station. They were advertising some business that is in Buckhead. Mr T asks if saying Buckhead is ok. I told him that it was, and that it was just a city in Atlanta. Didn't think too much about it. Well, a few hours later, I hear Mr T in the back seat saying, "You're such a Buckhead. You're such a Buckhead." ARGHGHGH!!! We are no longer allowed to say Buckhead because he obviously doesn't know what it means.

Winter time

Although it is 77 degrees here in Georgia, we have still been bitten by the winter stomach bug. I was down all day yesterday and Miss A was "up" all night. So, I am staying home with Miss A today, which means missing Mr T's preschool ornament party. I hated to miss that; hopefully he won't be too disappointed.

I also have a list of about 7 more gifts to get, and it has to be done by next Tuesday, or it won't get done. And the days are flying away. Tuesday is the "tonsil removal" day. Mr T asked me the other day if they were going to have to take out all his teeth to get his tonsils out. Poor little guy has no idea. I heard that the medicine they give them tastes yucky so I know it's going to be a struggle to even get him to take his medicine. Please pray for us.

Oh Me

I was completely ready to post something today and just complain, complain, complain about my day, my life, my social life (or lack there of), etc. etc. etc. But first...I called someone who I thought was upset with me to find out what the problem was. It turns out, she is having a much more rough time than me and on top of it, feels like no one cares. Which leads me to 2 conclusions.
1. Life isn't so bad here at my house.
2. We women are not doing a very good job at caring for other women. I haven't figured this out, but she's the 3rd woman I have run into this week who is feeling like no one cares about them. Like they don't have friends. Why is that? Why don't we take more time to care? I just don't know.

My brain is whirling and I'll need several hours (or days) to just get my thoughts in order. But I do know that I have got to stop worrying so much about "my" little stuff and start looking to help others.

Oh yeah, the medicine is much better. There is peace once again at home with the children.

Just another Day

I have wanted to post something for a few days but haven't because I was afraid I would spend the whole post complaining. It's been a rough week. I promised myself I wasn't going to complain, but after today, I think I deserve to "update" you on how life has been going.

7 a.m. - Get both kids up and ready for school (enough said.)
7:45 - Walk out the door to pick up the cousins to take to school
8:00 - drop 3 out of 5 kids off at school
8:20 - drop Mr T off at preschool
8:40 - walk into the doctor's office to find out if Miss A still has an ear infection
9:00 - SHE DOES !!!! It seems that the last antibiotic wasn't enough to kill the infection. I knew this when we got that prescription but who am I to question the doc, right? UGHGHGH!!!
9:15 - drop Miss A off at school and promise to bring her medicine to her at lunch
9:30 - drive back to preschool to help Mr T make a gingerbread house (messsy!!!)
10:30 - drive to the pharmacy to get the prescription. Drive to the grocery store to get yogurt to take with it. Yes, this medicine will give her the "green apple trots" so we are to eat lots of yogurt, and NO juice.
11:15 - drive back to school to give Miss A her medicine. She is at lunch so I just sit with her to give it to her. It tastes so badly that she begins to shake and scream. She turns all red and is bawling and EVERYONE is staring at me. (Kind of like when she took her clothes off in Chick-Fil-A years ago, but that's another story entirely.)
11:30 - drive back to town to meet my dearest friend for a quick lunch--I needed this lunch date by now.
12:30 - head back to preschool to get Mr. T
1:00 - Feed lunch to Mr T while I call every pharmacy and beg for the stuff that makes medicine taste good.
1:30 - head back to the same grocery store where I bought yogurt from this morning because they are going to flavor and color the medicine. (I'll let you know if it works. It better. It cost $3 but I woulda paid more, I promise I woulda.)
2:00 - Lay Mr T down for a nap so I can write this painfully long post. I can't tell you how much money I spent today. I can tell you that I had to fill my car up with gas 3 times to get everywhere (not really, but it felt like it.)

Here's the kicker. I got up early to spend time reading my Bible. And it helped. I haven't been angry or upset about anything that's happened today. I even helped my friend feel a little better. God really does make a difference. Here's a verse I found this morning.

"I Samuel 2:2 There is no one holy like the lord; there is no one besides you; there is no Rock like our God." Samuel's mom sang this as she was giving Samuel to Eli to raise. Certainly I can praise God in what I'm going through if she can praise God while giving away her son.

Hope ya'll's day is better.