Well, nothing else happened this past weekend. I am hoping for a quiet week ahead. I have several things to do that I'm not looking forward to, but you know how it goes...you just gotta' do it.
I have to schedule some overtime at work. It always sounds like a great idea--work a little extra and earn some much needed extra money. Debt gets paid off earlier, we have a little extra in the bank. But then to actually do it is sooo hard. I can only work midnights, and that is sooo hard. I can't sleep during the day, and it means I'm up for like 36 hours straight or something. Not really great for being a productive, interactive mom who does things with her kids. And then, one night of sleep doesn't make up for two, so it takes like three days to get back to normal. Then you start all over the next week. It's sooo good for our bank account and so bad for me personally. I guess that's what you get when you have four kids. Giving up myself for them is part of the deal.
My husband is doing great. It's been 6 days since he took any medication and he is still having pain, but is handling it well. I am so proud of him for doing this. He seems so much more clear headed! It's surprising how much better he seems now compared to how he was on all those pills. I figure it's going to save us some money, too. He was spending quite a lot every month on all those prescriptions.
I'm taking my youngest to the allergist this afternoon. I think he's allergic to eggs. Which is really a pain because I also think he's allergic to dairy, and those two things are in a lot. At least it's not wheat.
Oh my, he's up from his nap. Gotta go....
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Crazy week, Crazy life...
It always amazes me what a week can bring. You're going along in your life, which I always feel I have planned out, and along comes a bunch of unexpected craziness. I guess when you think about it, that's what life is--a bunch of unexpected craziness mixed in with what you think your life should be.
The beginning of the week started with detox. Not your average start to the week. My husband has a history of chronic pain. Back surgeries, physical therapy, acupuncture, chiropractor...you name it, he's tried it. His doctor had him on some pain medication which wasn't supposed to be addictive. Wrong!! He was needing more and more to get the same relief, and before you know it, he can't stop taking them . I have to admit that in the end, he wasn't being completely honest about how much he was taking, so that was a shock to me as well. So, he came clean with me and decided that pain or not, he's stopping the drug. So Tuesday morning was his last dose and by Tuesday afternoon and into the evening he's in full blown withdrawal. Now, we're just an average family with average problems, so I don't have experience with handling someone in full blown withdrawal. I don't know if you've ever seen it, but it's not pretty. Cold sweats, agitation, anxiety, headache, stomach flu, skin crawling...it was awful. He didn't sleep much and when he dozed off he twitched all over!! I could not believe I was married to someone going through withdrawal!! He made it through and is much better now, but it was shocking.
My son's third birthday was Wednesday. Yes, in the middle of detox. We had planned a party for him--nothing special, just some family coming over for a little cake and ice cream. What could be more American than that?? Elmo was the theme of the day, and I found some great decorations. We decorated the cake and it was a great night. Except for the fact that my husband was freaking out and took a nap in the middle of the party. Super. What was I supposed to say..".Oh, sorry, J's detoxing...can I get you something to drink?" No...you just make something up and go with the flow.
Thursday brought news that was almost unbelievable. It was straight from the movies. My sister-in-law's "friend" went crazy and killed the father of her child. What the f??? Could this week get any worse?? They were having a custody dispute and apparently her "friend" (I won't say boyfriend because she claims they weren't together) couldn't sit back and watch the boy be traumatized any more by this father whom they felt was possibly abusing him. It's not proven, just a theory. In any case, he took matters into his own hands and took care of business (in his eyes, I guess). So now we're waiting to see what happens...hopefully she gets cleared of any wrong doing (she didn't know her friend was going to do this) and they can move on. But seriously, that was enough for one week!!!
Today was Friday and just an average work day. Thank goodness nothing else came up today, because I was beginning to think I should call Jerry Springer and ask to be a guest. I guess I'm not in the clear since tomorrow is only Saturday...that leaves a whole 24 hours for something weird to happen. I'll let you know.
The beginning of the week started with detox. Not your average start to the week. My husband has a history of chronic pain. Back surgeries, physical therapy, acupuncture, chiropractor...you name it, he's tried it. His doctor had him on some pain medication which wasn't supposed to be addictive. Wrong!! He was needing more and more to get the same relief, and before you know it, he can't stop taking them . I have to admit that in the end, he wasn't being completely honest about how much he was taking, so that was a shock to me as well. So, he came clean with me and decided that pain or not, he's stopping the drug. So Tuesday morning was his last dose and by Tuesday afternoon and into the evening he's in full blown withdrawal. Now, we're just an average family with average problems, so I don't have experience with handling someone in full blown withdrawal. I don't know if you've ever seen it, but it's not pretty. Cold sweats, agitation, anxiety, headache, stomach flu, skin crawling...it was awful. He didn't sleep much and when he dozed off he twitched all over!! I could not believe I was married to someone going through withdrawal!! He made it through and is much better now, but it was shocking.
My son's third birthday was Wednesday. Yes, in the middle of detox. We had planned a party for him--nothing special, just some family coming over for a little cake and ice cream. What could be more American than that?? Elmo was the theme of the day, and I found some great decorations. We decorated the cake and it was a great night. Except for the fact that my husband was freaking out and took a nap in the middle of the party. Super. What was I supposed to say..".Oh, sorry, J's detoxing...can I get you something to drink?" No...you just make something up and go with the flow.
Thursday brought news that was almost unbelievable. It was straight from the movies. My sister-in-law's "friend" went crazy and killed the father of her child. What the f??? Could this week get any worse?? They were having a custody dispute and apparently her "friend" (I won't say boyfriend because she claims they weren't together) couldn't sit back and watch the boy be traumatized any more by this father whom they felt was possibly abusing him. It's not proven, just a theory. In any case, he took matters into his own hands and took care of business (in his eyes, I guess). So now we're waiting to see what happens...hopefully she gets cleared of any wrong doing (she didn't know her friend was going to do this) and they can move on. But seriously, that was enough for one week!!!
Today was Friday and just an average work day. Thank goodness nothing else came up today, because I was beginning to think I should call Jerry Springer and ask to be a guest. I guess I'm not in the clear since tomorrow is only Saturday...that leaves a whole 24 hours for something weird to happen. I'll let you know.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I woke up with a wonderful phone call--they didn't need me at work. Which means I get to stay home and work--just a different sort of work. Housework, babywork, preschool work. I also get to squeeze in my run. I'm training for a half marathon.
The big kids are at their grandma and grandpa's. Their dad and step mom just had their first baby early Friday morning--a girl who remains at this time, unnamed. I am excited for my daughter who up until this time only had brothers. I always wanted her to have a sister. Prayer answered, even if it is in an unconventional way. Her dad and I have put aside our differences and have become friends, in a sense. I figure it's best for the kids if we all get along. So my two year old will occasionally go to his parents, and calls them mimi and papa. Some people find it strange that we get along so well. It works for us.
We are going to my sister-in-laws for my son's three year old birthday party. The official day is Wednesday, but my mother-in-law is down from Torch Lake and we're having a little party, which I "get" to attend now that I'm not working. We're having another party Wednesday night. I'm not sure why, but it always has to be separate when it comes to my mil. I would love it if my mom and her could be friends, but that hasn't seemed to work out, so my mom continues to hang out with my ex-inlaws, which is also strange, I suppose.
So, I'm off to run my run, then do some cleaning out until we have to leave. I'm feeling this strange need to purge our house of all unused items. I can't stop thinking how great it will feel when this happens, but the problem is that it's really hard when you have four kids to really be productive. I wonder if other moms feel this way. I sometimes feel like other people really have it together, and I always seem to be forgetful, a little messy, and generally non-productive. I can barely keep up with the everyday housework much less additional chores. My husband and I work opposite days, so one of us is always home, but the problem with that is that only one of us is always home. And the rare day we're here together, like today, we both have separate agenda's--things we save until the other is available to watch the kids.
Well, I suppose I won't get much done this way....
The big kids are at their grandma and grandpa's. Their dad and step mom just had their first baby early Friday morning--a girl who remains at this time, unnamed. I am excited for my daughter who up until this time only had brothers. I always wanted her to have a sister. Prayer answered, even if it is in an unconventional way. Her dad and I have put aside our differences and have become friends, in a sense. I figure it's best for the kids if we all get along. So my two year old will occasionally go to his parents, and calls them mimi and papa. Some people find it strange that we get along so well. It works for us.
We are going to my sister-in-laws for my son's three year old birthday party. The official day is Wednesday, but my mother-in-law is down from Torch Lake and we're having a little party, which I "get" to attend now that I'm not working. We're having another party Wednesday night. I'm not sure why, but it always has to be separate when it comes to my mil. I would love it if my mom and her could be friends, but that hasn't seemed to work out, so my mom continues to hang out with my ex-inlaws, which is also strange, I suppose.
So, I'm off to run my run, then do some cleaning out until we have to leave. I'm feeling this strange need to purge our house of all unused items. I can't stop thinking how great it will feel when this happens, but the problem is that it's really hard when you have four kids to really be productive. I wonder if other moms feel this way. I sometimes feel like other people really have it together, and I always seem to be forgetful, a little messy, and generally non-productive. I can barely keep up with the everyday housework much less additional chores. My husband and I work opposite days, so one of us is always home, but the problem with that is that only one of us is always home. And the rare day we're here together, like today, we both have separate agenda's--things we save until the other is available to watch the kids.
Well, I suppose I won't get much done this way....
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