Holiday Stroll….

christmas stroll

It’s been a while since I last wrote a post.  I’ve been busy with every day life, something I’m sure everyone can relate too.  The little Monkey has been feeling icky and that makes him extra buggy, if there is such a thing as him being even more buggy than usual.  You would think being two is bad enough.

Homeschooling has been extra busy lately too.  The Little Professor has been swamped with projects, reports, essays and experiments.   I’m not sure what they were thinking when the created his curriculum but apparently they do not know how many hours are in a day.  Thankfully he loves it, so it’s not hard to get him to do his work, plus he committed to getting it done so that he doesn’t have to work on it when we’re in Disney in a month from now.

We’re super excited about that!  We are going to be testing out the new MagicBands, so we have our Fast Pass rides selected and ready to go.  That’s just made us even more excited since we know what days we’ll be going on which rides!  It doesn’t get much better than that.

In the mean time, tonight we attended our town’s annual Holiday Stroll.  It’s something the kids like to do every year.  I, personally, am not a big fan because it’s cold and there are so many people…two things I’m not a big fan of, but I do it because the kids love it.  This year we went early, which helped with the crowds and the cold, and we got to see Santa arriving escorted by police cars and fire trucks.  The kids wanted to go and sit on his lap but Big D and I refused to wait in the massively long line up.   I don’t know, maybe if it had been warmer or maybe if Santa wasn’t hanging out at the local funeral home, we might have waited but the combination was a big deterrent and we decided to go try the soup at the First Baptist church instead.

Those lady’s at that church sure do make great soup!  It’s my absolute favourite part of the Holiday Stroll.  After the soup, we made our way over to one of the banks who takes Polaroids of the kids meeting a various “winter” characters.  This year it was the Gingerbread Man, the Christmas Tree and a Penguin.

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 I have no idea who thinks this up, but the kids love it.  The Princess has been talking about it for weeks, so she was so excited to do it.  Later we had Santa hats made with the kids names on it…again!  I’m not sure what we’ll do with all those hats we’ve had made.  I was kind of hoping they would have something like stockings instead, but nope…it was hats.

Eventually, we made our way home and Big D started a fire and we all warmed up.  Somehow, I managed to get the Oscar Meyer Wiener song in my head and the little Professor was looking at me strangely as I sang it to myself.  He thought I was pretty nuts and when I asked him what kind of wiener he wished he was then, he replied “The kind that doesn’t get eaten”.  That made me laugh and laugh…he’s a funny kid that one!

Monkey Lungs…

Monkey

 

As strange as it seems, we are dealing with the same medical issues with the Monkey as we were last year at this time.

Once again, he has the same never ending cold/allergies that he had last year and once again he his chest X-rays show pneumonia.  This seems too coincidental to me and thankfully his pediatrician thinks so too.  What is even more suspicious is that his follow up chest X-ray, taken two weeks later, shows suspected pneumonia too.   The Monkey’s doctor decided it was time to consult another specialist (last year it was the allergist).  He gave us the number to Children’s Hospital Pulmonary, and told us to ask to see a specific doctor.  He also mentioned that we probably wouldn’t get an appointment with that doctor because he’s the best in the field and is probably booked up for at least 6 months out, but it was worth a try.  If that wasn’t discouraging enough he also said there was a good chance we wouldn’t even get an appointment with Children’s Hospital within the next 8 weeks.  He said if that’s the case to call him back and he’d try or send us somewhere else.

I was really frustrated to be referred to “the best” only to  be told it’s probably not going to happen.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, we were given this information after hours so we had to patiently wait until morning to find anything out.  I decided to not get upset or stressed out and just left it with God.  My thinking was that He would work it all out.

This morning Big D called to make an appointment and after called me with the great news.  Not only did we get an appointment with the Children’s Hospital but we got it with the doctor we wanted in 4 weeks and at a satellite office not far from home.  Once again God far exceeded my expectations!

I’m very hopeful that this doctor will be able to tell us what’s going on.   I would really like to see my little guy feeling better!  Maybe it is a complete coincidence or maybe they’re just reading the X-ray wrong – I don’t know, but I know whatever it is I know God has our back and will see us through this.

Turning 40…

40

Tomorrow I turn 40 – it feels very surreal to me.  It doesn’t matter how old I get, inside I still feel the same.  My body is older, bigger, a little more wrinkled.  My hair is a little thinner and is turning grey strand by strand.  I’m now the mother of three kids and my life is filled with responsibilities – “me time” is rare, even on vacation, and I can’t just pick up and change things, just because I want to, anymore.  Gone are the days of living off sushi and going to tanning beds (not my smartest moments), and instead of popping out to the store in my Miata, I weigh the importance of what I want against the hassle of herding three kids into the SUV and policing them while in the store.

My life is now exhausting!  There is not a single night that I don’t go to bed completely drained and thankful for sleep, but the older I get the more elusive it is.  I now rely on melatonin to help me fall asleep – it helps me drift off before my brain takes over about bills, and school projects, and things that need cleaning.

There are days when I’ve had enough – that’s actually what I say “I’ve had enough!”  I want to quit and go back to a simpler life, rewind the clock and be young again and get my easy life back.

Except that I really don’t!

I love who I am now.   I’m wiser than I use to be, I’m more confident and I’m emotionally stronger.   I don’t get offended as easily as I use to and I can stand up for myself and the people I love in ways I never could.

More importantly, I love being a mother.  I love wrapping my arms around my children and burying my face in their hair.  I love watching them grow and learn and relate to their world around them.   I would never want to change that for the world, especially not for less wrinkles and  a body less affected by gravity.

Everything I’ve experienced in the last 40 years have gotten me to this place and I am thankful for that.  I don’t want to go back, I want to keep going forward.  I’m excited for the many more years to come!