Friday, May 15, 2009

recap

Time always has a funny wasy of moving, painfully slow during tough moments, lightning quick during the good ones, and after the fact, everything seems a blur. This past week I've had quite the ups and downs, and I am just grateful that it's about over. Once the weekend comes, I have my husband home all day (in theory) to come to my rescue. So here is my recap of my past week (plus a little more).

Last Wednesday, we went to the dairy with Davin's preschool class. I left Maddie home napping with my fantabulous sil Ashlee, who was doing double duty watching our nephew Owen too. Davin, Eme, and I had a fun, albeit slightly too warm, time. Davin and Eme have both decided that they want a bunny for a pet now, thanks to the super soft and cute Peanut. We took a hayride tour of the dairy and the cows (1000+ head), learned some interesting facts, ate really good ice cream, and I got sneezed on by a goat (eew, is there a goat flu that I should worry about?)

I don't remember much else about our week, it's all a blur now. But Friday night we went to one of our favorite hangouts, that's right, Home Depot. Eric bought me paint for Mother's Day. We spent Saturday taping, priming (2 coats), and painting the kid's bathroom-I'll post pics when we've completed the project. All of that work so Eric could hang our new light fixtures. The bathroom has gone from lemon yellow to bright white. We're not done yet, it's a bit to anesthetic for our tastes. This weekend we'll be taping the bathroom, so I can paint two colors of yellow stripes on two of the walls. Just enough color without being overwhelming.

Sunday was Mother's Day, and the best part was having no bishopric meetings, at all. That meant that Eric was home to help me get everyone ready for 8 am church. THAT was a blessing. It was fun to open up the boys' homemade school gifts/cards. And poor Eme was so upset that she didn't have a gift for me yet, we reassured her that her sunbeam class would take care of that. And, by the way, our ward ROCKS when it comes to our gifts. Every year they give the mothers these amazing 5 layer brownies (to die for), much better than the sugar-free chocolate bar I got from another ward once, or the plants that die within a week. The crinkle of celephane during sunday school was funny. After church the boys each gave me their M&M's card from primary, Eme said that they were hers though. I got a nap, and when I woke up, I found that my husband had cleaned up after all of the kids' messes. Nice.

Then the first part of this week was rough, really, really rough. Like tears and tantrums, not just the kids, rough. I'd like to forget about most of it. It hadn't helped that Eric got home at 10 pm on Tuesday, the same day that we had scouts, a kindergarten meeting, book club, and scorching temps. I spent most of the afternoon in the car driving the kids to and from Eric's parent's house, to and from scouts, to and from the grocery store (just in case I could make it to bookclub, I needed a treat)-we got home at 8 pm. As soon as it was all over, and the kids were in bed, I just wanted to cry. I'm grateful that I had help, I couldn't have managed without it.

Oh, and yesterday was a real gem too. For the most part it was a good day, aside from one really, really bad moment. I went to a dentist appointment, it was my first time there, so it was just for x-rays and a consult. I knew that I might need a root canal on a back molar, very least a crown. Turns out, they think that a crown will cover me. That's good, a crown is cheeper, and less painful. But the bad news was that there was a weird shadow on a front tooth (we took x-rays twice). Apparently, major facial trauma can take 15+ years to show up. So that one time when Uncle Karl came to visit (sometime in HS) and we all went to play softball, and I got hit in the face with one of ED's pitches (be careful Cami), and I cried, and Ed got mad at me for crying. Well, I guess I really did have a good reason to cry after all. So now I get to go and see an endodentist to see if my tooth is still alive or not. Worse case is a root canal on my front tooth.

BUT, the kids were perfect for the rest of the day for me.

1 comments:

Liz said...

I had one of those weeks this past week too. I swear there is a tear quota for women to meet each month.
Good luck with your teeth, no fun. I've had two root canals in my life and I'm scared to go to the dentist now incase they tell me I need another one.