Wednesday, December 14, 2016
time passes quickly, doesn't it?
It's been over a month since my last blog post. Funny isn't it how time just marches forward, whether we pause to document it or not. It's nearly Christmas however, and the end of the year and I probably don't want the final blog post of 2016 to be me whining about, what is proving to be, a really horrible election outcome.
November went by so quickly. The boys were off-track for three weeks, even though Quinn still had school three days a week. The month was eventful and uneventful all at the same time, if that even makes sense. We had our fair share of ups and downs in such a short four week period. We also had a really rough 11 days or so, right in the middle of the month where chaos reigned supreme.
In an 11 day stretch of November the following things happened.
*Ross parents returned from the 18 month mission to Africa to our home. They stayed for 8 days.
*Wyatt broke his toe and had ear infections resulting in a late night Insta-Care visit and some antibiotics.
*We went bowling.
*We hosted a small Thanksgiving with a standing rib roast that Ross prepared and a smoked turkey, we bought from a bar-be-que joint. The food was delicious and my parents and Willie came by later in the evening for dessert.
*I sewed my heart out for a holiday market in, Holladay, right after Thanksgiving. Set-up, volunteer in a blizzard and take-down all in a three day span.
*In 11 days, we attended, in some combination of family members, three or four Utah basketball games.
*We got a flat tire on our way to a cousin's baptism. Luckily, my dad and Willie were close by and they came to help with the tire and take the boys with them to the baptism. Ross and I headed to Costco to try and get the tire fixed, but because the tire shop was booked up for the rest of the weekend, we had to wait until Monday to repair the tire. That meant we got a teeny tiny rental car from the airport that, I hit my head on the hood every time I got into it for a couple of days.
*The same day as the flat tire (the Saturday after Thanksgiving) I had a rough day. Any combination of factors could have caused it, but I had climbing blood sugar all day long and finally, around 5:30 or 6:00 pm that evening, Ross took me to the emergency room because my blood sugar had spiked to 546 (normal is 120). I cannot say I remember a lot except that I was cold (probably because of the IV), my speech was so slurred that I couldn't talk, and my body was heavy as a rock. After a few hours of fluids and insulin, a blessing from my Dad, Willie and Ross, I was released to go home. The next day, Sunday, I felt miserable, like someone had kicked me 50 times in the back. I couldn't stand up straight or concentrate, and my speech was still slurred for most of the day. It was a pretty pathetic experience.
*We purchased nine sub-for-santa gifts and helped out a sister missionary at the MTC from Madagascar.
*Quinn stopped sleeping and went completely insane....after a few nights of feeling like we had a hysterical newborn, Ross took him to the doctor, and he too had ear infections and a sore throat like Wyatt the week before.
*I volunteered with a neighbor to clean the temple in the middle of the night.
*I sewed and sewed and sewed for another Christmas show in Provo.
*We got out and set-up all our Christmas decorations.
*Play dates with friends were arranged.
*Off-track was survived (barely)
*Went back to school and had a band assembly.
*Driving to IKEA on Bangerter, a rock found it's way into my windshield.
*Saw Jim Gaffigan at the Delta Center.
It was a lot for a small 11 day stretch. Ross and I were so tired and worn out from all the commotion, extra people, illness and food preparation and consumption that I still don't think we've recovered. I made this list on Instagram a few weeks ago and my mom commented that I should look at it not as everything that happened, but as "holy cow, look how much life you still accomplished in spite of all the drama." She is right. Even though everything fell apart for eleven days, we still managed to get all our things done. Our house was clean, our children happy, everyone was fed and watered.
I guess rather than a list of stress, in hind sight, I can look at it as a list of productivity. Even under pressure, we can get stuff done. And that, that's a pretty good feeling.