Sunday, February 21, 2016

Mosey Along Little Mosley

Back in January, we had Ren's post-op follow-up appointment. It's funny that every time we go for the post-op appointment I'm surprised when the doctor gives us bad news. Because, he always does. And still, I am always surprised. Always. This time, the bad news came in the form of his decision to extend Ren's restrictions for EIGHT more weeks. EIGHT WEEKS!

We are now five weeks into our EIGHT-week recovery extension. I suppose you're all a bit tired of hearing about the back and the surgeries and the recoveries, so I'll give you a quick run down: Ren still can't cook, do laundry, make lunches, clean, drive, or vacuum (this one is particularly hard for him). He has also only been out of the house four times in the past 9 weeks. Over the last three weeks, everyone (but me) ALSO took turns sharing a high-fever-hacking-cough-body-aches kinda love called the flu.

Working and managing the house while Ren's still down and out means things have been less like well-oiled machine and more like three-ring circus. LUCKILY, friends have taken pity on us and brought food from time to time (thank you guys!!!!!!). And, I guess you could say I've also become a bit of a logistics Houdini.

Only, not really because it turns out there's a limit to what I can manage, and THIS put me over the edge.

"What is this?" you ask. This, this is Mosley. Mosley came home from Pink's second-grade class last Tuesday along with a big-a** bag full of things to do and a travel journal. Apparently Mosley likes to travel and write about his adventures.

Since Mosley has been at our house, he has run up and down the banister, tumbled in the washer and dryer, danced, practiced using chopsticks, ridden in the car, watched Pink do gymnastics, played a few games, and drawn a few pictures. He has also been kidnapped approximately one thousand times by a mischievous Stow who seems to pretty consistently forget where he's hidden Mosley.

It has been loads of fun (not!) taking pictures and searching frantically multiple times a day for this stuffed animal that doesn't belong to us and that needs to be returned so the next kid in line has a chance. I mean, I can't think of anything better than spending one of the busiest weeks of my semester looking for the same darn stuffed monster over and over and over and over again. Imma really miss ol' Mosley when he's gone (hahahahaha, yeah, right). Now if I could just get my printer to work, Pink could post these pictures in the travel journal and send Mosley on his way!

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Why I Hate Childhood Asthma Reason #17873

Why I Hate Childhood Asthma Reason #17873: This overnight bag Pink packs with a stuffed animal, some books, and a blanket every time she gets a cold.
Sometimes it sits like this next to my dresser for a few days as we wait and watch and wonder if we will need to take a very-late-night/very-early-morning trip to the ER. And, sometimes she even gets to unpack it without needing to use it.

But, other times...

Other times, she ends up down in the red zone so deep and so fast that we find ourselves rushing to pack it so she has something to comfort her during the seemingly endless ER waits.

One day we will get this asthma back under control, but for now, I think I'll go on hating the uncertainty it causes and the fact it makes this sweet girl automatically pack up an overnight bag "just in case."