Lucky Strike

So a few nights ago my mom calls to say my dads on the way to the hospital.  They weren't sure what happened but could have been a stroke or some type of heart attack.

Bright and early in the morning I call the nurses station and he's doing pretty well.  The test show that something went wrong with his heart but they're still not exactly sure.

So my mom and I drive out to see him and he goes down for a heart cath.  

Back in 1999 he had a quadruple bypass.  Since then everything's been pretty fine.  After the heart cath the cardiologist comes in and tells us that out of all 4 only 1 was working.  Who knows how long he's been walking around with 1 artery pumping to his heart?   How in the world can a man of his age and multiple health issues simply have a mild heart attack little to no damage, with only one artery pumping?!

Truly amazing!   I surely never thought a heart attack could be a blessing in disguise!

Morning

When does it ever get better?   Now that the girls are both school age, I feel like I'm reliving my youth!  I've never been a morning person, And when I have to pull Lea out of bed feet first I really feel for my mother.

I thought that when you got old you automatically became a morning person!  I mean geez, my dad wakes up at like 4 a.m.  How is it that I'm struggling every single day, hitting snooze over and over just to wake up feeling crabby, needing solitude for a minimum of 25 minutes.  Is there a trick to this?  I'm awfully close to 40, but somehow I still feel like a school kid every morning.  And to think how I wish I couldn't wait to grow up.  Just another "If only I had known then what I know now" moment.

There's two theories to arguin' with a woman. Neither one works.

I just fell upon this silliness in a random blog while I was trying to 'learn' my way around here.

Seriously- I really am going to start writing here.

It's nearly a year since I started this blog.  I still haven't figured out exactly how I am going to use it.

Well, I think I just can't name it.  It's sort of going to be a variety show of sorts, you know, kind of like Laugh-In with a touch of FoxNews and a dash of Oprah.  My confessional and soapbox.

WARNING: BRIEF RANT TO FOLLOW

At least I'm going to try to keep this brief.

A few months back I bought this fantastic steam mop. I have 2 large dogs, 1 cat, a box turtle and 2 kids under 8. This thing's awesome! Last week I was filling the reservoir and I read the small warning label. It reads 'WARNING: NOT TO BE USED AS A SPACE HEATER, SERIOUS INJURY COULD OCCUR' or something to that effect. Really? Am I that stupid? Would a person normally use a steam mop for a space heater? I almost googled it. There must be millions of injuries occurring from misuse of steam mops as space heaters, right?

Everything has these ludicrous labels. Are we that creative in our product use? I personally would have never thought to use my steam mop in this manner, although now it has crossed my mind... It's not that I am not a huge fan of safety, but COME ON! REALLY? Who thinks of these alternate uses and dangers in order to warn us against them? Now that is creative thinking. Perhaps if I had a little more of that in me I wouldn't be blogging about warning labels.

Current Events and Politics

When I was very pregnant with Lea, over 7 years ago, Laci Petersen went missing. The world was searching. Somewhere around that time, 2 children died while playing hide and seek in a chest. I was overwhelmed with fear and grief. I stuck my head in the sand and have kept it there these past 7 years. I was frightened by the fact that I was now bringing another innocent human being into the world that just seemed so ugly.

It is so difficult for me to hear and watch the current events of our nation, let alone this world full of war and hate and catastrophe, especially through a media stream of sensationalism and biased opinion.

I realize that I can't continue to hide in my shell. I feel like a child pulling the blankets over my face to ignore the monsters. I have never thought of myself as a weak-kneed individual, but WOW- I am a complete wimp. I am also a Christian- where is my faith? I see that it's time for me to let those covers down, pray, and step back into the world with my eyes and ears open.

Oh Pickles!

A few years ago I read a book by Kevin Lehman about parenting. I don't remember the exact title. All I remember is that it said something about 'not losing your mind' on the cover. My mother-in-law picked it up for me when it caught her eye at the store. This should say something about my skills as a stay-at-home mom. I'm typically frazzled, sloppy, and exhausted. I probably do need a manual- not sure that it would help though. As the girls are getting older, I'm getting a better handle on it. There were definitely times that I felt as though I'd go crazy. Maybe I should have spaced the girls out a little more- or at least kept them in playpens til they were 5.

Anyway, the book was based on his principles of 'reality discipline.' The gist of it was to let your kids learn from their actions and choices through the natural consequences. Of course there are limitations, and at the time of reading it, my girls were so little I had no idea where to apply this method. But it did make a lot of sense to me. I don't want my kids growing up in a bubble. I try hard not to 'overparent' the girls - but they are still kind of young so their freedom is of course age appropriate. So far so good. They have the skills they need for their current station in life. They know how to handle bullies and disappointment. I'm doing okay.

Yesterday we had a natural 'reality discipline' occurrence in our household. It's little- but it's funny and it's something we all need to learn along the way. Bodily functions are important. They are up there with personal hygiene and manners. So here's what happened.

Lea comes off the bus around 4:00. She's always starving which is apparently a common trait for kids after school. Yesterday I told her to have a couple of pickles. Yippee! She sure does love her pickles. So she tells me that the pickles were gone so she drank the juice. I have let her have sips before, but wow- she drank a jar of Claussen extra garlic straight up. Hm. (yuk.)

Dinner time comes. We all sit down, Lea says BRB. Calls me to the bathroom a few minutes later. I'm a mom. We see everything- they have this strange need to share EVERYTHING. Alright, poor you, etc. Within 5 minutes, she's gone again. This eventually led to a 45 minute stint in the bathroom. You get the picture I'm sure. Now being a frazzled spaz of a mom, I'm thinking she's got a virus and she'll probably miss school tomorrow, bummer.

Eventually, spasms have retreated, pajamas are on. It suddenly dawns on me that consuming 10 ounces of garlic, vinegar and salt would likely cause tummy problems. Yay, no virus, schools back on. I shout to Lea, "Hey Lea- it was just the pickle juice!" and she's says something like 'duh- I figured that out a long time ago mom.' Now this may sound really stupid- but for me it was an Aha! moment. My babies are definitely growing up.

I wonder if she'll ever drink the pickle juice again?