Month: February 2017

Things That Happened This Week

It snowed, a bunch. I ate Cafe Rio with Jeff. We do lunch dates now. The physical therapist went from fixing my back to fixing my neck and now my knee, which is caused by my hip. Srsly tho. Jeff and I joined a gym, a previously impossible thing, now possible thanks to miracles. A person from the school warned…

Low Days

I seem to be averaging one day a week when I struggle to do basically anything. I feel as though I can plow through all my caregiver responsibilities all through the other days and the weekends (still not restful for us, yet), but it all catches up with me about one day in seven. Today has been that day. I…

A New Day

I have calmed down considerably. The guys and I had a good night’s sleep, and I woke up refreshed enough to clean up the ten thousand diapers, five thousand hangers, and all the clothing from the entire closet that Jack and Truman shoved under the bed, behind the bed, on top of the bed, and next to the bed last…

Excessively Worn Out

Tonight, I return to this not-funny blog to write things. It’s been an emotional weekend for a bunch of reasons, none of which I will discuss here. Some were happy/thankful emotions, and some were the opposite. It was spectrum-y, you could say (as my cousin Melissa DOES say). Tonight the not happy/not thankful emotions seem to be winning. Jack’s ear…

You can dance in a hurricane

I feel like this blog has stopped being funny, perhaps in the way that it stopped being excessively whine-y or compulsively approval-seeking, even when I didn’t realize it was. When I read to my students things I’ve written, I stick with the funny stuff. College writing classes aren’t really the place to talk about Jesus, at least not outside of…

Do you see it?

Yesterday as we left the psychiatrist’s office and walked to the parking terrace, I thought about the gift that Dr. M is in our lives. It was drizzly and gloomy outside, but I felt like I lived in a garden sprinkled with mirrors, bouncing light around and above me. We have a psychiatrist who has known us—all of us—for years, and who gets…

Reflections on Getting Away

Taking care of myself in a physical sense is easy on vacation. It just is. I have worked out every day and my back and hip are thanking me. I can sleep like a teenager, despite being an old person comparatively speaking. At times, I’ll think of what the boys are doing at any given time. But I’m relaxed because…

There is a law irrevocably decreed

There is a law irrevocably decreed in heaven that when you are planning a rare getaway with your spouse, one of your children will start vomiting. Such was the case a few days ago, when Jeff and I felt the dream of the desert oasis hideaway slipping through our fingers as a certain child persisted in tossed his cookies. Then another…

Dragons

I am struggling to feel competent in my physical strength. I think I have always struggled with this, possibly because I do not hail from a line of gracefully coordinated or athletic types. I do not see myself as physically strong. Doing physical therapy for my core goo has proven to me that I am, indeed, not exceptionally strong. I’m getting…