Moments To Remember

I have mentioned how messes raise my anxiety levels. When the kids are playing in slime, or with play dough, or painting I am anxiously awaiting the mess.

They have a sandbox that they love to play in. Naturally, the sand winds up on the side porch, in their shoes, on the driveway, in the road, and in their hair. My wife, Sam, decided that they needed a “Mud Kitchen.” The idea is that they can make mud pies, etc…

Andrew and my father-in-law built the frame out of scrap wood. I ran up to the store to get bags of top soil to fill the frame. My wife went to the dollar store and bought containers, bowls, spoons and such so they could play in it. At first it wasn’t so bad. They the added some water.

They had mud all over themselves. I had to spray them down with the hose before I could even let them inside the house. I know that someday soon I will put on a shoe that will be filled with topsoil – or mud!

Mother’s Day was full of surprises, even if my wife had to sleep through it, because she worked the night before. Ella brought her home a flower from preschool for her. She was so happy to give it to mommy.

The kids and I had to run out to Home Depot on Saturday (more on why in a paragraph or two). While we were there we walked through the garden area. Andrew saw a hanging flower/plant that he though mom would like, so we bought it and actually got to hang it from the shepherd’s hook in the yard.

Sam has always loved gnomes. For her birthday one year I bought her a birdbath with a gnome sitting in front of a mushroom. The mushroom stem goes up to hold the mushroom top, which is the actual bath for the birds. There was a cute gnome that had mushrooms rising up around him that light up at night. So we bought that to put by the birdbath.

Earlier in the week, our dryer stopped spinning. It made noise when you turned it on like it wanted to spin, but it didn’t. After Googling, all the sites pointed to a broken belt broken pulley or a bad roller. I ordered a kit online and after watching YouTube, decided I could do this job myself.

The first thing I had to do was shut off the gas. So I went downstairs and found the only shut off valve I could find.

After I turned that off, I went upstairs to disconnect the hose from the dryer. As soon as the nut was loosened, I could hear the gas pouring out of the hose. It took me a bit to get it back on, and now the entire house smelled like gas.

It took me almost an hour of following pipes around looking for another shut off valve. There is a space right above the furnace that is like a dark hole. There is no light up there, and it is such an odd place for a valve, but it was the only place I hadn’t checked. After getting up and in a position where I could shine the flashlight, sure enough, there it was!

I watched step by step and did exactly what the video showed me to do. I kid you not, I almost had the dryer completely taken apart for this job. I pulled the drum and checked the belt, which looked ok. I looked at all four rollers and they looked ok, too. The pulley for the belt looked like it might be going bad, so I thought maybe that was the culprit.

After replacing the belt, the rollers and the pulley, I watched the video on how to put it back together. Once it was together, it was time for the moment of truth. I turned on the power and selected a cycle. I hit start and ….. it was still making the noise and still not spinning. I was devastated. I truly thought that I could fix it.

The aftermath of a wasted afternoon

Monday after we dropped Ella off at school, Andrew asked if I wanted to take a walk. I was thrilled that he wanted to do that! We walked the entire neighborhood and he talked almost the entire way. He asked questions, pointed out dogs, talked about which cars were the same colors as ours, and watched squirrels run around.

It was a highlight of the day.

Tuesday, Ella had her first T-Ball game. I’m going to have to find days to take off so I can watch her play. Sam says she is like a different player this year. She is hitting pitches that the coaches pitch and catching/fielding balls like crazy. I’m thankful for mommy taking pictures for me.

Yesterday was one long list of things to do. My wife and kids were out almost all day doing something. When they got home they all went to bed.

This morning, Andrew had an early doctor appointment. It was close to where I work. So Sam suggested that before this work training meeting I had to be at meeting at a park. There is one about 2-3 miles from work. Ella and I met Andrew and mom there. The kids got to run and play with new friends and Sam and I got a little time to sit and enjoy each other’s company.

Being stuck at work is not the way I wanted to spend my birthday, but at least this morning I got to be with some of the most important people in my life!

I Don’t Know How She Does It

One week. That’s all I did. One week and I am exhausted!

As she recovered from surgery, I took on all the responsibilities of my wife for one entire week. I look back in amazement. I just don’t know how she does it. How does she manage the calendar that she keeps while I am at work? I don’t even know!

Before I explain just what a crazy week it was let me share an incident to set the stage for you.

The first night the kids are home, I am getting them ready for bed. I administer the bedtime medications, I get them in pajamas, we brush teeth, etc… From my bedroom, my wife calls from the bed,

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m getting the kids ready for bed, why?” I reply.

“Well, that’s not the way I get them ready!!!” she says.

As she laid in bed, it drove her stir crazy to know that she wasn’t doing the bedtime routine! She likes things done a certain way, and she hates to not to be able to do it THAT WAY.

So just what did my week entail? What rollercoaster ride of craziness was I on for a week? Here’s just a peak…..

Wednesday of last week the kids came home. Without time to even acclimate to this new schedule, I was caught up in it with no time to look back! I guess I never knew just how much she juggled each week.

One night there is dance class, which runs well past dinner time. So then there has to be dinner before bedtime because tomorrow is a school day. Bedtime is later on dance night. It isn’t easy to fit it all in unless you drive through somewhere.

The next day, you drive to school and drop off. You squeeze a few little things in before you are off to the school again to pick up. From school, you have time to grab lunch in time for Occupational and Physical therapy. Then you are finally off to get home by mid afternoon. Bath’s before bed on this night, followed by story time, teeth brushing and bedtime.

Chances are there is a doctor appointment the next day, so you are up early and hurrying around to get yourself ready as well as the kids. If one is staying with Nana, you drop off there and head down to the appointment. Maybe it is the ENT, the sleep doctor, or a visit to the primary care doc. You never know.

The next day you are at the mercy of when the grocery shoppers have finished your order. Hop in the car and go to the designated spot, text them that you are there and wait for them to bring the groceries out. Drive back home and unload the groceries. Clean out the fridge and freezer so you can put what needs to be cold in there. Maybe you get a minute to enjoy half a cup of coffee here while you wait for the dryer to ding. When it does, swap loads and fold the clean stuff.

Make dinner. What’s for dinner? Who knows?! But it needs to be something that they will eat. It’s anyone’s guess if they will eat what is on their plate, even if they loved it a week ago. While eating, be on the look out for the kitten, who seems to think human dinner time is also her dinner time. Shoo her off the table!

Bedtime again. Bath’s first? I don’t know, depends on the day! When the kids fall asleep, sneak out so you can pick up the toys from the front room floor. Maybe you can sweep, vacuum or even mop the floor before a child knows you are not in bed and they come looking for you.

In between the semi-schedule, you have to break up fights. You have to explain why you don’t put forks in electrical outlets, and answer the 18 “why?” questions that will ultimately follow your explanation. You have to switch food from the pink plate to the green plate because today that is the color they want. You have to drink a glass of white milk because they wanted chocolate milk when they asked for “milk.” You have to be the bathroom police and ask “Do you have to go pee?” every now and then because they might forget and have an accident. You call both children by their first and middle names because they are doing something they aren’t supposed to. You have to go get a “snack” for them, even though dinner was over 12 minutes ago. You have to watch the same episode of Blippi for the 87 millionth time and restrain yourself from wanting to punch him through the screen. On and on the list goes…..

… and my wife MASTERS this chaos EVERY NIGHT! My God, she is truly a marvel.

I have walked a week in her shoes and they do not fit! There are not enough kudos to bestow upon her for all that she does to make our house run smoothly. She is a miracle … and I love her so very much.