It is such a small simple little word. However it holds so much meaning. There was a time that I didn’t really understand the meaning of it, but over the years I have learned how in most cases it can and will bite you in the ass.
My children, well one child sleeps like the dead. You could literally yell in his face and he would no more hear you or care than would the neighbor down the road. Then there is my other…..his little eyes fly open at the sound of my bed sheets binging turned back for me to climb out. Around here during the summer we go to great lengths to be as quite as possible, because everyone in their right mind knows that you do not want a bright eyed bushy tailed child bouncing on your head or prying your eye lids open at 6 am if there is no need. Believe it or not I have mastered the art of tip-toeing; I am very light on my feet and move quit quickly for a large person just to keep from waking said child.
Although we (as in me and the kids) have no need to be up at the crack of dawn, Adam does and I have gotten used to sleeping past his wake up call. Joseph on the other hand like I mentioned before can hear Adam up and getting ready and there for wants to be up at 5:45. I am none to happy with this fact. So this morning anticipating his little hinny getting up when his dad did I pulled myself out of the bed and stayed up even after I had gotten Adam off to work knowing that not to much longer Joseph would be up ready and raring to go. The thought of going back to bed never crossed my mind, because I really thought “What’s the point”. This is where the irony comes into play. It is now 9:55 a.m. and my darling little blue eyed blond headed child is still blissfully asleep, sleeping as if he has not slept in months. If I was a mean and spiteful mother I would go in there bounce on his bed and pry his eyes open while seeing what various things I could find to stick in his nose. Fortunately for him I am a good kind loving mother who will sit here and enjoy the silence just a little longer.
Have you ever heard of those people that if they didn’t have bad luck they wouldn’t have any luck? If you haven’t well I would like to introduce myself. Luck is not one of my strong suites, never has been and apparently never will be. Thank you all for your kind words after my last post, but I just had to come back and update. I guess mainly because I kept having this thought….. “Who does this? Who’s luck can be this bad?” I have had seven; yes I said seven surgeries, two children, numerous broken bones and I have never had a pain like I have had this week!!! When I was leaving the nice doctors office the first time he made sure to tell me to chew on the other side “sure, no problem”. See this is where my bad luck kicks in. After two days of chewing on the opposite side my other top wisdom tooth started hurting, I use that term very loosely……it was more like a Mac truck being rammed into that tooth and my jaw. So on Thursday morning I made the dreaded call back to that “nice doctor” and sadly they told me to be there at 1:30. Same as before one scary chair to another and I was numb and awaiting the dreaded “pop”. Things sadly went a little different this time. Once the nice doc got his very large hands in my mouth and started digging around he informs me that this one was abscessed and severely infected. Next thing I knew they had me hooked up to IV antibiotics and goofy gas. Two hours later I was packed, taped and waiting on Adam to guide me to the car. So now I sit here on a quite Saturday night after I have slept most of the week away with two swollen checks, two bluish-black check bones and slightly black eyes. See what I said…..Who does this kind of thing? Who goes in for one tooth ache and looses two wisdom teeth in the same week without being put to sleep? On a brighter note, Adam has been amazing. He has taken care of me and our rowdy boys. He has managed to keep us all alive and well for the past week. Of course I am sure he is looking forward to going back to work Monday just to get a break from us. I think that we all have had enough excitement to last a while and are ready for things to get back to normal. Hope everyone is having a nice weekend and rest well tonight!!
Anyone ever had a tooth pulled? Not like a kid losing a tooth but an adult tooth that needed to come out. Yeah, I don’t recommend it. I had a wisdom tooth that needed to come out in the worst way, but I was putting it off. I have a total fear of dentist. It freaks me out to have someone’s hands in my mouth. After a very long hike with Uncle Aaron and the rest of the family Sunday I knew it was time to go the dentist. It wasn’t my knees or back that was killing me from the hike or heat, it was my damn tooth. I cried almost all the way home and poor Adam just didn’t know what to do. When we got home he doped me up and knocked me out (thank God for valium and pain pills). I was awaked the next morning by Adam shoving the phone in my face telling me to make the appointment NOW. After calling around it was a done deal. I was to arrive at 1:30. I was so nervous I thought I was going to puke. Sitting in the big ugly scary chair I about had myself convinced I could live with it. Before I could grab my purse and make a run for it the very nice doc came in to deliver the news that my wisdom tooth had abseced and had to come out NOW. Ok breath…surly he will recommend to knock me out….sedate me…..nope! As he patted me on the shoulder he tells me that we are going to move to an even scary chair, get numbed up, and yank it out. Word to the wise, never ever, no matter what tell a frantic woman who is scared to death that you are going to “YANK” anything out. Anyway as I lay there looking at the ceiling with numbing gel I was almost relaxed that it wasn’t going to be that bad. Then that very nice doc came in with two very large needles he planned on sticking in my jaw. We will skip this part as it is very painful to relive. Ten minuets later after the numbing had plenty of time to take affect they came in to “take a look”. What those words really meant was “we are going to pull the side of your mouth back until it touches your ear, bend your head down until your neck feels as if it will break”. After this he stops long enough to say “ok, Jess, you shouldn’t feel anything, but you will feel a lot of pressure and you may hear it pop as it comes out. Right now all I am doing is losing the tooth so it will come out easier” I swear to you all now, it felt like he had climbed up in the chair with me and had his knees on my chest and you know what I did hear the tooth crumble and pop as he pulled it. I heard it so well that it made me shiver. It was very much a wham-bam-thank you mama kind of deal. His not to pleasant assistant packed it full of gauze told me what to do when I got home and that I needed to get the pain meds filled before the numbness wore off. Before I could leave I had to check out at the front where the very nice doc was waiting on me. He told me that I could probably expect some bruising, a good deal of pain, to keep my head elevated, do not do anything for at lest 48 hours, nothing solid to eat for 24 hours, keep the gauze in and take the pain meds. So I am on hour 44, the whole left side of my face is swollen, my check bone and side of my left eye is blue, and it still hurts like hell. If I wasn’t so vain I would take a picture just to show you why you SHOULD NOT DO THIS!!! So if you haven’t talked to me in a couple of days or don’t hear from me in a couple more, you now know why. Hope every one has a great day!
Well its official, starting in August I will have a pre-k child and a second grader. We enrolled Joseph yesterday morning and he will start with Noah this up coming school year. I will have to admit that I am a little heart broke about this. He is my baby and I am not sure that I am ready to let him go. However I know he will do great and have just as much fun as Noah has. Now the other hurdle is finding a job. That should be fun. Honestly I am looking forward to going back to work. I had hoped that my photography would be making the extra money we needed and maybe someday it will, but for right now I guess I will be going back to nursing. I do miss it, nursing was what I always wanted to do and when I left it behind 7 years ago I was more than a little sad. Hopefully things will work out so that I can get the best of both, nursing and photography. All these changes have my head spinning. I think I am going to need a lot of prayers; I despise change and usually do not handle it well. I am not usually one to ask for prayers, but if y’all got any to spare I could use them. Just wanted to update a little, I know I will come back later to unload so I will leave this alone for now.
Summer break is here and as I knew they would my boys have taken arguing to a new level. They best way to keep them from each other's throats is to keep them occupied. They love the water and we have a small pool that manages to keep them entertained for a while. Hopefully it won't lose its appeal for at lest a month!
I never truly understood when people would tell me to cherish and enjoy your early years; it goes by way to quickly. I got a small taste of that when I graduated from high school. Man, those four years flew by. Next thing I knew I was married and building a house. Then words from women higher in the pecking order than me said “oh after you have kids the time will fly by, make sure to enjoy them being young”. Again, they were right. You think I would learn to listen. In the past month so much has gone on and we have been so busy that I haven’t had a lot of time to sit back and reflect on things past. We have taken a field trip to the Zoo, had muffins with mom, teacher appreciation week, jump rope for heart, half day, exam day, a sick day, spring carnival lasted a day, pajama day, movie day, chapel day, finished up baseball (thank God) in a day, Mothers Day, over night company for two days, a bike show, primitive camping trip gone a day, water guns on a Tuesday, a day at the Jackson’s cabin by the lake, wacky day, backwards day, had a surprise party one day, took graduation pictures on a Wednesday and awards day, all to get to the last day. We also celebrated Noah’s birthday with a small get together and a few presents this past Saturday. I am now a mother to a second grader. Soon to be a mother of a seven year old, a mother to a 7-8 year old baseball player, a football lineman, a swimmer, still a mother to a knight, soldier, music lover, camper, Jedi, a couch potato, book lover, an honor roll student, and a great little kid. See life comes at you fast. Noah is turning seven today and not to long after Joseph will turn four. I am sad that Noah has spent his last year at the small little lower campus. We had gotten used to that little place, knew the faces, couldn’t get lost, and Noah loved being the big guy on campus. Now he will go to the upper campus, where it smells like a real school, there are so many hall ways it’s like a maze, and he will be at the bottom of the totem poll. What is even more mind blowing is that Joseph will be starting soon. Man, they are truly growing up and it bothers me more than I thought it would. Sorry for the rambling……on to the good part (pictures) Just sharing a few of the past month! Hope everyone has a good day and has a great week ahead!!!!
Man there must be something in the air or maybe aunt flow is visiting us all at the same time. I know that I have been one ill pissy bitch the last week. My poor family, I do not know how Adam puts up with me and my mood swings. My emotions have jumped all over the place and after today I am just plain out pissed.
You know when Adam coached we had this kid that was a little wild, but still a good kid. However his mom was a real winner (cough, cough, clearing throat). IF she was half as great as she thought she was she would have been damn near amazing!! Anyway, we never really got along and she was such a pain in the ass. Even though Adam and I didn’t get along with her we never took it out on her kid. We never treated him any different than any other kid on the team. I think that is the way things should be done. I know that not all people are going to see eye-to-eye, but by no means should it affect the kids. Someone should inform Noah’s coach and team mom of this nice little rule.
I have decided that I should not attend Noah’s baseball games anymore. I really do not want to ruin it for him. Even since we came back after Noah was out sick, we have been treated as if we aren’t there. Noah has been moved to the outfield, which probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal if they had players on the in field that knew what the hell they were doing. The coach has put his 4 year old son in Noah’s old position at 3rd base and the poor kid is CLUELESS. I mean hell his mom (team mom) stands outside the dugout and tells him where to stand and what to do with the flippin ball. The kid on second looks for four leaf clovers, the short stop can’t seem to stay up-right for more than three-to-four seconds at a time. I will say on a positive note, that our first baseman deserves to be exactly where he is, he is one hell of a good little ball player. Moving along to the rest of my rant, none of the coach’s speak to Noah, teach him, or attempts to show him anything. There are no words of encouragement, no pats of a play well made, nothing!It is truly ridiculous. I honestly have to bite my tongue until it bleeds to keep from showing my ass and jerking my kid off the field. I probably would have done so already if Noah didn’t want to play so dang bad.
I do not know why they have an in field really, because let me tell y’all now that Grayden Guthrie can play them all (big fat eye roll) They have taught that child to run all over the field playing everyone’s position. He was in center field at one point today. He takes balls, barks out orders, and pretty much does what ever in the hell he wants to do. I know it is not really his fault, I know it is the coaches, but I really could just pinch his head off. He runs around like a puffed up roster. They have told all of the other kids, “just let Grayden get it or throw it to Grayden” so there for the other kids are not even trying, really what is the point? Speaking of Grayden, some of you might remember his mom, Ashley. Adam and her husband Joel work together and from the first time we meet we have been friends and the boys have been buddies. The boys have a lot of fun together and used to have a good deal in common. I learned today that Grayden celebrated his birthday last weekend. Noah didn’t get invited to Grayden’s birthday party, the rest of the team did. I could tell by the look on Ashley’s face when one of the other moms brought it up today that we were not supposed to know that it took place. When there was dead air Ashley looks at me and says “I had the invitation, but thought y’all would get it to late” to which I reply “Your probably right, seeing how there aren’t phones or text messaging doesn’t exist, oh wait…..it does exist and you know how to use it when you want me to pick Grayden up for you. I guess somewhere along the way you forgot how to work it” Now between me and you I bet your ass since miss team mom and the great good Guthrie are friends now that opinions are being shared and lines being drawn. You see Ashley is a very swayable person who lives for the all mighty gossip and the latest scoop. I am so feed up, it literally makes me want to puke or fight (depends on the day).
I leave every game and practice so mad I can not see straight. I am so ready for this to be over with. I can not wait to play in Rome next year. Because I can tell you all now, if I have to have any contact with this coach or team mom after this I will probably jerk a knot in some ones ass. Truth be told, y’all know me and are probably shocked that I haven’t already jerked at lest her in knot, I know it will happen before the season ends.
It is all I can do no to every time I lay eyes on her and as bad as I hate to admit it I will probably end up showing my true colors before all is said and done.
Sorry guys, I know y’all are sick and tired of hearing me bitch about baseball. But if I don’t do it here then I do it with Adam and he tries to make me see all sides and to be honest I do not want to. I do not want to give any of them the benefit of the doubt. Not when they so easily treat Noah the way they do. They don’t get that option form me. They can treat me like shit, I could truly care less, but I’ll be damned if they will get away with treating Noah like this.
Ok, my rant for the day is over and I surprisingly feel better. Now I am going to go check out all the tornado’s they say are bouncing around everywhere. Everyone be safe and have a good Sunday evening.
