Plans For Summer Break

My Husband just asked me what I was planning on doing for the Summer Break (only 7 weeks away……lord help me). So, here are a few options I have came up with.

-Move to Haiti

– Explore the Alaskan Wilds sans supplies

– Pay to rent someone’s Bomb Shelter

– Admit myself into a mental hospital

– Volunteer for indentured servitude on a Colombian cocaine plantation

– Spend some time as a lifeguard on a nudist beach for elderly people.

Just in case these plans fall through I am stockpiling enough sleep medication to hibernate the entire 3 months the kids are out of school.

As for the kids, they’ll be doing the same thing they do every summer……..trying to take over the world. (20 points if you get the reference 😉 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Surgery, Dirty Doodles, Therapy, & Battle…..A Busy Week

Well, it’s been an exhausting week and a half. My daughter had appendicitis, which resulted in the expected surgery. There are definitely some stories to be told there. Like when the very young surgeon came in to explain to us what the surgery would entail and used a drawing to clarify that looked more like something a 14 year old boy would draw on the bathroom stall than a medical procedure. I’m sure he didn’t mean for it to look like genitals, but I couldn’t help but wonder what his depiction of say…testicular surgery would have looked like. I wasn’t only insecure about him performing the surgery because of his age, but also because he apparently thought an appendix was an oblong, drooping organ hanging somewhere between two vaguely round shapes. I would have been even more worried had my daughter been a son. Thankfully, he didn’t do the surgery. Continue reading

A Very Special Cookie

Michael brought me an empty bag today. Well, it wasn’t empty; there were crumbs in the bottom. Apparently at one time it had a cookie in it. That time was before he had to sit and hold the cookie for 45 minutes. By all accounts it was a very good cookie. The kind you really can’t resist. Why am I telling you this? Because I love the fact that instead of hiding the bag, and pretending he never intended to give the cookie away, he brought it to me and told me what happened. He was slightly embarrassed, but really he just wanted me to know that he was thinking of me today and really did want to give me the cookie. I almost cried. This is why different is beautiful. It’s one of those moments when no matter how hard it may be at times, you are so incredibly grateful that your child sees things in a different light. Of course, I would have liked the cookie too 😉 .

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