Sunday, April 21, 2013

Put a fork in me....I'm done.

Last week started nice. If my blog was always a happy, easy-going blog, it would end there. But that just isn't real. And I'm pretty real.

Just a few of the hits this week:
 *Work issues (I won't elaborate as my work people can connect to this blog). All I will say is....really?

* I did great working out....on Monday. The rest of the week went to pot, as well as my eating. I'm such a stress eater. And then I feel yucky.

* I was standing in the Wal-Mart checkout line the other day scrolling through Facebook when an alert pops up that says "Bombing at the Boston Marathon finish line". My sister Joyce was in process of running it at the time. I'd received some texts as to her times and did some quick calculating on my phone to realize she (and her husband) were likely at the end. Panic. I tried texting and calling people as fast as I can. The poor Wal-Mart checker thought I was so rude. After 10-15 minutes, found out that she was about 1/2 mile away and 6 minutes off her time. Phew. I felt really bad that she didn't get to finish, but REALLY glad she's safe.

*I managed to tick off Boy Scout leaders.

* I have managed to be SO far behind on my upcoming recital, and the panic set in this week that I'm a month away. Things are so busy with my kids and their needs that all that gets pushed to 10:00 p.m.   That just isn't working right now. Anxiety. I don't wear it well.

* I the only one who hates cooking? I really do. Maybe it's because I have super skinny, picky kids who eat like birds, maybe I hate the time suck on something so fleeting, maybe because I have no skill at it. I don't know. I feel uninspired and uncreative in this area, but still feel extreme pressure to do it. Ask Bill about the rant I just gave while lying on the floor of my kitchen with a cookbook on my head.

*My dad had surgery Wednesday. All went fairly well for him. But Friday, he started being a bit confused and hazy about things. In fear of another stroke, my mom and I got him to the hospital. Luckily no stroke, but pneumonia. That is what was making him loopy and he likely picked it up at the hospital. Nice. It's hard to watch your dad make very little sense. It's harder to watch your mom watch your dad make very little sense. He's doing a bit better, but is still struggling with hallucinations and reality.

*Saturday left me weary. It's the only word I can use. I plugged through all that was on my plate, but was just looking forward to "vegging-out" that night and recharging. But lo and behold, Macy decided to pull our her asthma issues for us. Poor little thing. She has a problem when she gets a little cough or cold because it turns into a big breathing issues. Luckily, we own the breathing treatment machines and have the steroids to treat at home, but she HATES it. Here she is wearing the "duckie". Poor little girl.

*Having no time in the last week, I taught a crappy Sunday School lesson to the greatest class ever. I think the world of my sweet class and feel bad they have to deal with my harried, confusing lessons. At least every other week they get "Karen, the Amazing". (Thanks Karen for saving my can today).

Reset....New week. Hopefully, it will be better. Sorry, I hate to complain, but I really just let it needed to let it out. =-)


Jennifer said...

((HUGS)) Liz you DID have the week from.... yeah you know.
I am so sorry you had all that stress, but I think you handled it quite well thank you. I know your mom took great comfort in you being there with her Friday night. You are an amazing lady.
I certainly hope your guardian angels are able to prevent you from having any more trials for at least a little while.

Karen said...

I hope that the first bits of this week are going better for you!! Doesn't sound like it could be too much worse... {I'm knocking on wood as I type that}

I had to laugh at the visual of you on the floor of your gorgeous kitchen with a cookbook over your face. I am so there with you!!! I detest cooking! It's a toss up wether I would hire a cleaning lady or a cook first.

And as for Sunday - your lesson was great. Honestly. It was. I feel like I'm floundering every other week too. I just hope that I can figure out more effective ways to implement this curriculum before the year ends :) .

brooke said...

I just saw this post. I am sorry it was such a bad week and I appreciate your honesty because it makes me feel better. I laughed out loud so hard about the cooking paragraph. That is so my life. You summed it up. I hate cooking. Imagine being single and still having to pretend you cook. Every so often I have to put on a nice dinner..ugh. So glad Joyce and her husband are okay. I kind of want to hear about the lame dance parents and scout leaders!