Fish Hook Face...

Yes, H actually got a fish hook caught in his cheek last night when we went to the L's for dinner. They spent the evening in the ER digging it out. It is ALWAYS H!!! If something is going to happen to someone, it is going to be him. Didn't cry, didn't scream or go crazy...just calm and cool as if a 4 inch lure wasn't laying across his face, just dangling there. The ER nurse actually asked what the problem was when they went to check him into the ER...when she finally looked up, she seemed appropriately embarrassed! Put a damper on our social outing, that is for sure...I think we are done fishing for the summer!

The Jump Around...

Birthday parties, birthday parties, birthday parties! With three kids 8 and under, we have at LEAST one birthday party a weekend. I have had to change the budget just to accommodate the gifts we buy weekly. This morning's celebratory outing was to the Jump Around...new to town. Basically a room with about 8 bounce houses in it....joy to the world. Set loose about 20 7 year old boys, and I don't care who you are, that's a good time right there. I counted seven crying encounters, three scrapes, 2 with actual blood flow, at LEAST 12 hurt feelings, 20 or so near fatal falls...good times for all...and at 10 in the morning on a Saturday!!!! We left with the most obnoxious blow toys that any parent who would feel inclined to include in a gift bag should be just shot right there on the spot, save the world from nuts like that!!! We are sunburned too after a day swimming at the pool...great Mom, just finished cancer treatment and lets her kids get sunburned....That will go in my book of great Mom debacles. T is working tonight and I am tired. Ordered takeout again....God is good.....cooking is not.

No A.C....

We went to David S.'s Mom's funeral today. Never met the lady and I still cried, probably too much by how T was looking at me. He and I got into some ridiculous, but painful argument before the service. He seems to always fall short when it comes to me emotionally. I can't get him to understand how BAD I feel. Achey, weak, shakey and tired (constantly)...could this be a country and western song? Oh I am so sick of feeling sick. I can't seem to focus on anything else but how bad I feel. The kids are bickering their summer away....probably my fault too.

Confused on how to help SW with her marriage problems. ACole seems to think I am the one to help her, but she doesn't want my help. Speak to me God if this IS your plan. Show me what to do. Mom is feeling guilty about not helping enough, but yet she still hasn't kept the kids for me. The AC went out in the burb (MORE $$$$) and I am one constant body of sweat. I am looking at a mound of laundry that is much higher than my will or my strength or my spirit. In fact, if you check, I think you might find me buried underneath it. The only thing I can get a little worked up about is that some of my shows are canceled...Ok, thats a lie...I get worked up about everything.

If I go down to the pool to swim, will you wash all of my sins away??

After all this time...

I haven't even been to this site for a year and a half....only one person still came (thank you Sunny.) I am six months cancer free, but do not feel well yet. The medicine I am taking is stealing whatever was left of who I used to be. Shaky, tired, weak, numb....I go through the routine of my day hoping my chidren don't resent me. That they won't grow up and JUST remember how sick mom always was, how she never seemed well enough to play. How will they know that was never how I planned it? That I used to be funny? That the cancer only killed me on the inside but left my body here...responsible for three young lives when I can't manage my own. I hope it will get better...I can only pray that it will...