Tuesday, November 8, 2011

here comes Tuesday morning!!

Wow, what a morning I've had. Just when I though that things could not get worse than the Sunday evening and Monday I had, here comes Tuesday morning!! I suppose I'll start my whining at the beginning, so here goes.

On Sunday, I woke up to burning ache behind my right shoulder blade. It was pretty bad, but I just popped a few Tylenol and went to church. Later that day, I tried some Motrin. It just kept getting worse. I was even having a hard time driving. Not just because I couldn't look left or right, but because it hurt extremely badly to even reach up to hold the steering wheel. Ouch. When we finally got home from church, I dug out a bottle of muscle relaxers. They didn't help either. Just made me sleepy. Mr. Wonderful was left to take care of the girls and get them into bed. At about 3 a.m., I woke up to an excruciating pain that seemed to have me paralyzed. I managed to wake Mr. Wonderful who spent the rest of the night/morning taking care of me. I managed to get a bit more sleep, but woke up feeling just as bad.

After Mr. Wonderful had dropped the girls off at school, he came home and helped me get ready for the doctor's appointment he had made for me. One burning shot and three prescriptions later, we were on our way home. It seems to just be a strained muscle and nothing serious. I spent my entire Monday in bed. Mr. Wonderful did everything...took girls to dance, picked up my meds, made lunch, cooked supper, and put girls into bed again.

I woke up this morning still stiff and sore, but so much better than before. It was so good to be out of bed! I got the girls ready for school and even managed to scoot them out the door early. As I was driving through the neighborhood, I felt something scratch my left leg. Then it started to burn. I carefully (I was a bit scared to move for fear of making my back hurt again) reached down and touched the burning spot. The burning turned into stabbing pain. I stopped the car and pulled my pants leg up to see what the problem was....a yellow jacket. By then it had already stung me two more times on the leg. It stung me on my finger as I tried to get it off my pants. I threw the car in park and jumped out. I stripped my pants off and threw them down, just in time to see a car drive by. I was standing pants-less in the street on the main entrance to our neighborhood. Yay for me. I never did find yellow jacket that caused all the craziness. So much for getting the girls to school early. At least we were going to make it on time. Then I waited to pull out on the highway for over 5 minutes because they were paving the road. I still thought we would be okay because we had left super early. Until I got across town and got caught behind a car accident that had just happened. Everyone seemed to be fine, so no worries there. The police were pulling up at the same time I did. By then, it was evident that I would have to wait quite a while to pull across the highway....the traffic was basically sitting still even though the left lane was completely open. People are so nosey. Nothing stopping them from moving but their own sick curiosity. 
We were finally getting out of the car at school when Avie announced that she had to go potty. It was 8 o'clock on the dot. We stopped by the potty on the way to their classrooms. Avie had actually allowed me to help her, which is rare. After we sent Addie into her class, Avie told me her pants were wet. What? That's not possible. After confirming that she did need to change, we stopped by her classroom and asked her teacher for her clothes bag. I'm not sure what I did wrong when I took her to potty. Maybe I was concentrating too much on being careful to not hurt my back and not enough on being sure her pants were out of the way. I got her changed, took her to class, got her snack set up on her table, signed both girls in 10 minutes late, and headed to the car. As I started to unlock it, I realized that I still had Addie's snack bag in my hands. Back into the school I went.

What a morning. I'm exhausted all over again just thinking about it. It has gotten much better now. The burning in my leg has finally eased off...those yellow jackets stings feel like acid running through you! Hope your morning went better than mine!!!! 

You know, I decided to cheat

Remember when I said before that Mr. Wonderful and I have been attending classes in hopes of being selected to become foster parents?

If you don't remember me mentioning that, it is probably  because you clicked on the link I posted last week on facebook that took you to a post all about sappy love songs called, "YouTube kick." I sincerely apologize for that. I didn't realize that the link would bring you to that post. The sappy love songs were really just for me...I had no intentions of asking you all to sit through them! The link I meant to send you to, "actually watch the videos" had silly songs at the beginning then talked about foster parenting toward the end. If you missed it and are curious as to why in the world we wish to become foster parents, then you can go back and read it :)

  Okay, so remember I said how much work has been involved in taking those classes? Well, a lot of that work is meant to help them get to know us better and help them make the best decision regarding our ability to foster. Most of the "work" has been fairly simple up to this point, such as answering specific questions about ourselves and our lives. Well, this week it got a little complicated. Meaning that they asked us to write an autobiography. Really? An autobiography?! Um, okay.....I guess....If you really want me to...

Initially, I was thinking, "that's a pretty big request, but I'm pretty good at putting things on paper, so I'm sure I can handle it." I came home, put on my comfy pjs, propped up some pillows, grabbed my pen and paper, and crawled into bed to write. And then something strange happened. I wasn't exactly sure what to write. I found myself looking at the guide that they gave us and just answering the questions on there. Most of what I wrote didn't even make sense. It was a disaster. 
I never have any problems talking about myself and my life when I'm blogging. I decided that I would look back over my blog posts and just print a few of them off and then fill in the blanks to make a finished product. You know, I decided to cheat. Blogging comes so easily for me. I'm not sure what the difference is. I guess that when I blog I feel like I'm am having a conversation with my best friend. I never really think about anyone really reading it. That is probably why I usually end up revealing such personal things...I just feel comfortable sharing it and completely forget that someone may actually stumble on it and read the intimate details of my chaotic and crazy life!
After looking over a few of my old posts, I think the hardest part of this "autobiography" project will be trying to narrow it down! I sure don't want my worker falling asleep as she reads about my boring life!!