I saw the ENT today for a follow up to my appointment two weeks. Because, yes, I still have a stone in my salivary gland. Pity me, please.
Dr. P had absolutely ZERO bedside manner, although his Physician’s assistant, D, was very nice. Do you want to hear yet another high-tech treatment for this condition? Are you ready? It’s major.
I have to drink ONE GALLON of water every day. For a month. That “should” dissolve the stone. They think. Oh, and I’ll be on another antibiotic for five days to keep any possible infection at bay.
One gallon of water is more than I usually consume in probably four days. I’m not a big drinker normally, and on the Byetta I’m way worse. And no iced tea. I LOVE my diet honey lemon ginseng green tea by Turkey Hill. And I’m so sad that I’m not supposed to consume it.
Although if he thinks I’m giving up my morning cup of tea he’s delusional. Cuz I’m not. There’s absolutely nothing like a quiet cup of tea after the kids get on the bus. So stick it, Dr. P. I’m having my one cup of tea. And THEN I’ll drink a gallon of water. Somehow.
Can I admit that I hate the fact that Thursdays are both worship practice AND trash night?
You know what? I don’t homeschool. Unapologetically. For many reasons.
1. Two of my kids need a lot of therapies and I cannot supply that. OT, PT, O&M, Vision are the ones they need.
2. I do not have the personality to sit and teach my children, nor do I feel particularly called to do it.
3. Our local elementary school gives a very good education, and Ethan’s school is terrific and incredible.
I’ve said before that I read a lot of blogs. And it seems like almost all of them homeschool. I don’t think they send out judgment vibes or anything, but man, sometimes it would be nice to read about a mom who’s grateful for the free education that our children get, and that sometimes they actually do a pretty good job. So here’s my confession:
I’m a good Christian mom and I don’t homeschool.
Seven years ago I was in the Christiana Hospital, on their “high risk” floor, watching “My Man Godfrey” and “White Christmas”. Jim was going to come down later and we were going to hang out, have dinner, watch a movie or two and he was going to sleep over. I had been in the hospital for 11 days so far. They were even going to move me to a different room down the hall–it was larger, quieter and farther away from the nurses’ station.
By 2:13pm I was a mother to four babies instead. You can read the story here.
Seven years later, I look at these children–these “adults in training”– and am amazed at them. Their creativity, their kindness, their stubbornness, willingness to help, their completely different personalities. They play together, sometimes, with the complete abandonment to everything but their fantasy world they’ve created. Other times there is the manufactured “let’s include Ethan.”, which is painful to watch as a mother.
We celebrated their party on Saturday, and the living room looks like Christmas. Now comes the fun of trying to find homes for everything.
Happy Birthday, my dear children. And God, if you do this sort of thing, would you tell Connor I said Happy Birthday and that I love him, too?
My sister said something today that both hurt me and made me think.
“I have foot in mouth disease but not nearly as bad as my mother or my sister.”
Now, I’m the first to admit that we Bennett women (mom, Robin and me) do say things that we regret. But her emphasis was such that I always say stupid things. And that hurt. Honestly. I have struggled all my Christian life with my mouth. I’ve said things I regretted and apologized. I’ve kept things in and regretted not being honest. I’ve blurted out first reactions instead of letting things percolate and then, calmly, respond properly.
Obviously, I need work on this some more.
Today is the big Birthday Party. #7 for Bennett, Ethan and Laura. Their actual birthday isn’t until Monday, so this is not quite as fun as it would be if they were already born. I mean, 7 years ago I was still hanging out in the high risk unit, watching videos and hoping they’d let me up to shower today. Good times!
We’re having 17 plus the kids today. Oh, maybe 19 if Jim’s cousin comes. At least THE PAINTING’S DONE!! And yes, it looks awesome…I’ll post when I have more time. Now it’s just time to clean. And put everything BACK. 😛
I painted. I was painting. I paint. I am painting. I will be painting. I am going to be painting. I will paint.
I am SICK of painting!!!