I cried from joy, then pain, and then the ultimate gift that was you, when you happened.
Now:
I laugh.
I cry.
I laugh again.
I get angry.
I cry, but laugh again.
I get frustrated.
I laugh until I cry.
Tears of happiness.
Because you happened.
You and your Daddy are my world.
You happened.
Your Daddy happened.
I cry again, tears of joy.
For you are a part of me.
I love you and will never stop.
Mama and Wife.
An Endless Night
Murray has been acting strange lately. He's been complaining that his legs hurt, but we chalked it up to growing pains. I haven't been feeling so hot either, so yesterday I took off work early to take a nap. At around 3 p.m., our beloved "Linnie" (our daycare provider) called to report that Murray had a temp of 103-plus. So I picked him up and called his doctor's office and they said to administer Tylenol and lots of fluids and to call if the fever rose to 104 degrees. The strange thing was is that despite a pretty decent fever, he wasn't acting any differently. Since he seemed okay, I left him with Craig and went into work for a while.
We put him to bed after a dose of Tylenol, but I was worried, so I hunkered down on the floor in his room. I shouldn't have slept right next to his bed. At who knows what hour, I woke up to vomit. And it Was. All. Over. Us. I got us cleaned up, changed, and we moved to the living room; exhausted but wide awake. A long movie and several hours later, it happened. Again. And one more time after that. Needless to say, Murman and I did NOT get any sleep. As the night wore on, I myself, was feeling worse by the hour. My face felt (and still does) like it had enough pressure under my skin to burst, and then I realized that I too, had a fever. Add sore throat and an ear ache and Murray and I are are physical wrecks.
OH! I forgot to mention some very exciting news. Craig got the OK from his doctor yesterday to return to work with the understanding that he is not aloud to lift over 20 pounds, or do anything physical (like skating) for 6 months. He was thrilled, and went to work immediately after his appointment.
Anyway, besides our immune system issues, we're doing well. I apologize for a poor-pitiful-me post, but ask any member of my family: I get this way when I'm sick. I turn into a huge baby, and even worse when my own baby is feeling sick too.
So today I'm chugging orange juice and Zi-Cam, and Murray is with my dear mother-in-law so that both of us can get some rest. More to follow, but I'm going back to bed.
We put him to bed after a dose of Tylenol, but I was worried, so I hunkered down on the floor in his room. I shouldn't have slept right next to his bed. At who knows what hour, I woke up to vomit. And it Was. All. Over. Us. I got us cleaned up, changed, and we moved to the living room; exhausted but wide awake. A long movie and several hours later, it happened. Again. And one more time after that. Needless to say, Murman and I did NOT get any sleep. As the night wore on, I myself, was feeling worse by the hour. My face felt (and still does) like it had enough pressure under my skin to burst, and then I realized that I too, had a fever. Add sore throat and an ear ache and Murray and I are are physical wrecks.
OH! I forgot to mention some very exciting news. Craig got the OK from his doctor yesterday to return to work with the understanding that he is not aloud to lift over 20 pounds, or do anything physical (like skating) for 6 months. He was thrilled, and went to work immediately after his appointment.
Anyway, besides our immune system issues, we're doing well. I apologize for a poor-pitiful-me post, but ask any member of my family: I get this way when I'm sick. I turn into a huge baby, and even worse when my own baby is feeling sick too.
So today I'm chugging orange juice and Zi-Cam, and Murray is with my dear mother-in-law so that both of us can get some rest. More to follow, but I'm going back to bed.
Murray-isms; the Latest
Oh, the things that must go on in a child's mind. Sometimes Craig and I are so flabbergasted at his speech that we don't know how to respond. Here are a few of latest comments from Murray:
"Dad! I tooted. Excuse me!"
"Mama, NO THANK YOU I DO NOT WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN!" (this was after an underwater dunk at swimming lessons.
Murray was gobbling pistachios as if it were his last meal. Craig asked, "Murray, does Linsay feed you at her house (daycare)?" To which he replied, "She feed me all day long, Dad".
"Mom, where the train?" "It's pulling freight cars to other places to drop off supplies, I replied." OH, out west to Grandpa Doug?"
"Mama, I do NOT love the hiccups."
When we were at open skate yesterday, he adamantly declared "I LOVE TO SKATE MAMA"! The background of this story lies in the fact that I couldn't find my figure skates, so I rented some, plus I was a bit rusty and Uncle Jon worked with the boys since Craig was out of commission and I just plain stink.
There are so many more funny tidbits, but it would take me a very long time to write them all. I do think, that for posterity, it's important to have these things recorded somewhere.
Don't forget to let the kid in you come out once in a while.
"Dad! I tooted. Excuse me!"
"Mama, NO THANK YOU I DO NOT WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN!" (this was after an underwater dunk at swimming lessons.
Murray was gobbling pistachios as if it were his last meal. Craig asked, "Murray, does Linsay feed you at her house (daycare)?" To which he replied, "She feed me all day long, Dad".
"Mom, where the train?" "It's pulling freight cars to other places to drop off supplies, I replied." OH, out west to Grandpa Doug?"
"Mama, I do NOT love the hiccups."
When we were at open skate yesterday, he adamantly declared "I LOVE TO SKATE MAMA"! The background of this story lies in the fact that I couldn't find my figure skates, so I rented some, plus I was a bit rusty and Uncle Jon worked with the boys since Craig was out of commission and I just plain stink.
There are so many more funny tidbits, but it would take me a very long time to write them all. I do think, that for posterity, it's important to have these things recorded somewhere.
Don't forget to let the kid in you come out once in a while.
Learning
My late Mom always taught me to learn from my mistakes. So tonight, I share a poem that I try to live by daily. Of course, there are times when I fail and times when I completely fall off the map. But imagine this: since I can remember, through oh, don't know,a LOT of moves, the following has always been a steadfast staple hanging faithfully in my mother's kitchen cabinet. The paper is yellow and frail, but these words will remain in m soul. Enjoy.
Learning:
After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead;
with the spirit of a man, or the grace of a woman, and not the grief of a child.
And you begin to learn to build all your roads on today; because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.,
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul; instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
And you learn, and you learn, with every goodbye you learn.
---Author unknown
Learning:
After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead;
with the spirit of a man, or the grace of a woman, and not the grief of a child.
And you begin to learn to build all your roads on today; because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.,
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul; instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
And you learn, and you learn, with every goodbye you learn.
---Author unknown
Get Out of My Driveway!
I was slowly backing out of my driveway, checking the mirrors, when I suddenly felt and heard a loud crunch. Keep in mind, I was Still. In. My. Own. Driveway. Anyway, I heard shouting so I got out of the truck to assess the situation. I was afraid someone was injured, but what I encountered was an extremely livid young man calling me the nastiest names you can think of, and screaming that I should bleepity-bleep learn how to drive and yelling that he was going to sell his car today. After he was finished ranting at me, he yelled at me to move forward (again in my own driveway) because he didn't have any traction. I would like to point out that our driveway (which we share with our neighbors) is as clean as driveways can get in this weather. Also, his car was not damaged, but my license plate was torn off. The point is, if he wouldn't have been driving too fast for the conditions, this wouldn't have happened.
I was immediately on defense, and mad as hell. Who does he think he is, speeding into MY driveway? I understand turning around in someones driveway, but please, please, refrain from name-calling and shouting at me. Not to mention, you really should make sure that there isn't a car parked or backing up. I was completely in my space, and not on or even near the street.
Perhaps this is truly my fault and if so, I'm sorry. I offered to give him my insurance information three times, but he refused; "Too much hassle and not worth it", he said.
The funny thing is, when Craig came out of the house (brace and all), the guy calmed down and was quite pleasant, which makes me even more angry. You have to wonder what his opinion of women is, but then again, he made it obvious. It turns out that he's a friend of our neighbors across the street.
His moral of the story is "check your* &^%$#@ mirrors. My moral of the story is to be pleasant and discuss the situation in an appropriate manner. And get the heck out of my driveway.
I was immediately on defense, and mad as hell. Who does he think he is, speeding into MY driveway? I understand turning around in someones driveway, but please, please, refrain from name-calling and shouting at me. Not to mention, you really should make sure that there isn't a car parked or backing up. I was completely in my space, and not on or even near the street.
Perhaps this is truly my fault and if so, I'm sorry. I offered to give him my insurance information three times, but he refused; "Too much hassle and not worth it", he said.
The funny thing is, when Craig came out of the house (brace and all), the guy calmed down and was quite pleasant, which makes me even more angry. You have to wonder what his opinion of women is, but then again, he made it obvious. It turns out that he's a friend of our neighbors across the street.
His moral of the story is "check your* &^%$#@ mirrors. My moral of the story is to be pleasant and discuss the situation in an appropriate manner. And get the heck out of my driveway.
I woke up this morning to warm breath in my face and a voice that asked, "Mama, do you have to go to work AGAIN?" After I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes (it was only 5:45 a.m.) I replied, "Yes, Murray, I do have to go to work today." With tears in his eyes, a pout on his lips, he asked, "But why, Mama?" "I have to go to work so that I can make money to buy food and clothes and do fun things, I said." With that, he cheered right up, took me by the hand and exclaimed, "Get in the shower, Mom, time to get to work." Craig was outside the door laughing; who better to tell me to go to work than a 3-year-old?
It's been a busy week, but isn't it always? I love it. I love being busy, feeling productive, and even the challenges. But the best part, despite the crazy, is appreciating the peace and quiet once in a while.
Happy weekend! May you find a few moments to find some "you" time. And I hope you can enjoy it by the fire place with a good book.
It's been a busy week, but isn't it always? I love it. I love being busy, feeling productive, and even the challenges. But the best part, despite the crazy, is appreciating the peace and quiet once in a while.
Happy weekend! May you find a few moments to find some "you" time. And I hope you can enjoy it by the fire place with a good book.
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