Thursday, December 3, 2009

Ever Had One of Those Days?

Tuesday was that day in our house.

After waiting over and hour in a tiny doctors office with me Monday, the kids were full of energy. I can't blame them. They went from cousins, cousins, and more cousins and my parents huge yard, to back home and they were ready to run.

I started school early in hopes of getting through all our lessons and getting them out to play. Then morning sickness reared it's ugly head. From my post on the couch we read, did English, worked on math, discussed living vs non living. Then blessed freedom. Hope was down for a nap and the big kids were playing outside.

Until I heard the scream. Becca had fallen and scraped her arm. Which is only noteworthy because anytime Becca's arms get hurt we worry. Her four broken bones have taught us much. So I prayed and iced and prayed and checked and prayed and watched. After the tears subsided, she went about her business as though nothing had happened.

I headed downstairs to do some long awaited laundry. While at my parents for three days, my sister did laundry for us. (Thanks, Meg!) So there hadn't been a pressing need to go downstairs. *Side note - Our basement is unfinished. Its purpose is storage and a place to do laundry* As I put in the load of laundry I was surveying what needed to be washed next. Out of the corner of my eye I see something I didn't know we had. A black and white fur...something? On closer inspection I realize I am looking at a dead cat. In my basement. I about puked. I went upstairs where the most beautiful sight greeted me. My husband. There is a God and He is good. I whispered so the kids didn't hear, "There's a dead cat in our basement." No "Hi, honey. How was your day?" here. No, ma'am. There were important things to take care of.

Can I just say I have an amazing husband.

Doug had to leave to work on a extra job he had picked up. The kids and I head back outside with Hope. When it was time to go in, I asked the kids to pick up the yard. A few minutes later I heard a scream. This one was more urgent. I ran to the door and asked what had happened. Here is the explanations.

"I was putting a rock back and I threw it and Becca walked into it. She should have been looking."

Oh. My. Gosh.

I was so thankful to put those sweet little bodies in bed that night. And I pray one of "Those" days isn't due to come around again for a while.


Brandi said...

Ugh. I hate those days... the days when you'd like to just duct tape their little bodies somewhere so they don't get into trouble! HAHA!

Lil' Bub tried to climb over a baby gate the other day (of course, he did it after being told DON'T CLIMB OVER THIS GATE). It collapsed, he fell forward, and, well, blood... everywhere. I don't do blood very well. He bit his lip pretty good.

I feel for ya. It was so hard last year being preggers and trying to homeschool. There were about 4 or 5 months when we weren't very productive at all. I was soooo sick. Hang in there! ;)

Amanda said...

WOW! You earned your mom stripes this day!! I love that you can be thankful even after all the stress..

I think of you often!

Hope you are all well...


Laura said...

Oh man, why does it all seem to happen at once? I really hope your morning sickness goes quickly, I can't imagine doing all you do while not feeling very well! And I hope the kids stay accident free for awhile. :)

I have had on of those weeks over here. Today it was topped off with Braden cutting his finger and getting blood all over the house...couch, carpet, walls. I have no idea what even happened and he didn't say anything. So we have been trying to get blood cleaned up for about 3 hours. And now that I have had my 2nd break down of the day I think I'm doing better. :)

Hope you have a wonderful weekend!

He & Me + 3 said...

Oh my goodness...that was a crazy day. I hate it when I hear that "scream" it freaks me out too and the prayers start. Glad everything was OK even though it was a crazy day.

Marley's Mama said...

There must be something in the air right now. I've had one of those weeks too. For example- yesterday one of my students came off the playground adamantly claiming that there was a rock in her ear. Don't laugh- it happens almost every year! When I asked her how it got in there, she said Jerry was chasing her and put it in there. When I just stared at her, she said that no, it must have been Mrs. York's WHOLE CLASS that chased her and put it in there. When I choked on my coffee, she said, well MAYBE she put it in there.

There was no rock in her ear. The doctor said so.

This morning she still insists it's in there.

Only two more weeks till Christmas break...

Love you!

Marley's Mama said...

P.S. How did a cat get in your basement, anyhow??? And I can just see Doug's face! :-)