{"id":526,"date":"2011-03-21T22:19:00","date_gmt":"2011-03-22T02:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/monday-march-21-2011\/"},"modified":"2011-03-21T22:19:00","modified_gmt":"2011-03-22T02:19:00","slug":"monday-march-21-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/monday-march-21-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday March 21, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"

If I were fifteen years younger my mom would tell me to watch my language. And I’m pretty sure I’d have said, “Well, it’s the truth.” <\/span> The day started out poopy at seven when I woke the boys and discovered Liam’s digestive system had once again run away from him. I hate food intolerances and allergies. And frankly, I’ll be happy to scream that sentence ten times very loudly or however often you’d like to hear it. Liam surprised us all at how well he did with potty training and he continues to do well … except for the odd now and then when something makes his system go berserk for a little and he literally poops in his sleep. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that it happens infrequently. I only wish I knew what causes it so we could eliminate it. Maybe when I figure that out I will also know what causes the inch and a half circle of horrendous eczema beneath his chin that will. not. heal and some days is so raw it oozes blood.<\/span>

But over all it’s been a good Monday. I love, love life right now. There are a few big things I’d change if I could. But I can’t. So I’m taking up Adam’s philosophy on life, “just deal with it, Mommy.” And we are enjoying the good parts of life so much. It is so much fun to feel well again. To have energy and to be able to enjoy the boys. And it is beyond amazing to experience Spring with all it’s sunshine, thunderstorms, forsythia, and vibrant hues of green! <\/span>

The boys and I have been having a lot of extra time together while David works at Allegany Boys Camp. I am thrilled that he gets to be involved in a work that is so close to his heart, but I am equally delighted that move in date is only two weeks away and there will actually be an end to the crazy way he burns himself out. <\/span>

Last Saturday the boys joined me in bed. When I told Adam we were going to run to Kohls for a bridal shower gift he said, “Let’s go to IHOP!” He has been so intrigued with the place ever since I pointed out the sign to him and told him they are open 24\/7. I said, “Why not?” So we grabbed some money from the vacation envelope and headed out on the town. The boys were both super good shoppers at Kohls and we landed in a very full restaurant around 10. Just like usual, nothing on the kids menu appealed to Adam. He had his heart set on waffles and I did not have the heart to disappoint him. Especially after he chose to sit next to me at the table instead of across from me. Seriously, I know this isn’t going to happen anymore. He already jerks his hand away most times if I dare to take it when we walk into a store. It’s ok. He’s almost seven. It’s just that he never let me hold his hand ever until he was five. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Liam was a champ about eating the food I brought for him, but the longer the meal went on, the more he talked about his pancakes and about wanting syrup. I finally caved and poured a little of their syrup over his honey cake. I thought he was fine until that afternoon. Definitely not trying that again. I feel sad for him feeling so left out. He’s realizing it more and more and trying to process why. But his vocabulary and comprehension are still too limited to really explain. So he keeps saying, “Me dan eat dat?” (No). “When I am dix (six), den me may eat dat?” Sometimes before he hops into his chair at the table, I hear him turn around and tell his imaginary friend, “you may not eat this. This will make you ‘ery, ‘ery dick.” And then he hops up and happily eats his food. But most times, he is the most grateful little guy in town. <\/span>

That afternoon the boys and I worked outside …. just what they love most. Liam hauled my liriope clippings to the woods and Adam dumped other things and begged to prune the holly. I pruned the roses within a few inches of their lives. I’m not actually sure you can prune these that much, but I was so tired of straggly bushes. I’m hoping for one of those, “and this was their best summer yet … you just wouldn’t believe it” kind of results, but I’ve kind of given up on that sort of thing ever happening in my flower beds. <\/span><\/p>\n

 
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But the funniest part of the day happened that evening when we were getting ready to go to the bridal shower. Terrible, I know, but the last while I have not carried Liam’s epi pen with me everywhere I go. It’s been awhile since he’s actually broken out in hives over something and I don’t worry as much because he is always with me where I can monitor what he touches. But because of his issues in the afternoon I thought it would be safer to have it with me. I grabbed the trainer and jabbed it into my leg to practice. It really hurt. I knew I was in a hurry, but I didn’t think I’d jabbed that hard. I yanked it out to check and sure enough, it was the REAL epi pen. Not the needleless trainer. Epi dripped off the tip of the needle onto the floor as my mouth dropped open. I mean at $50 a pop I wasn’t into wasting them. Talk about the laugh of the day! <\/p>\n

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This past weekend we all went to Maryland so Liam and I could hang out with some of my cousins (about an hour from camp) while David worked at camp again. Adam’s dream finally came true. He got to go along! We had a fantabulous time and lost too much sleep trying not to miss anything. As we were driving home David said, “You did remember I have a board meeting at camp tomorrow night?” ARGH. I did not. So he’s up there again today. And I should be in bed but instead I’m typing aimlessly so that I don’t worry about him driving three hours when he is so short on sleep. His week started with a meeting at 6:30 this morning and I expect him home tonight sometime between one and two am. Let’s just say, I don’t see how he does it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Adam actually got excited about playing games tonight and I thought we might be getting back into the I-don’t-hang-out-with-my-dad-very-often-so-now-I-just-want-my-mom stage like he did when we were building the house. The three of us had a blast playing Connect Four, Go Fish, and Candy Land. But then it was bedtime and his eyes blinked hard and fast and his lip quivered and he said, “Is camp finally going to get done so Daddy can tuck us into bed?” <\/span>

You bet, buddy. You bet. And in the meantime, we’ll keep doing fun things and sending him texts to stay connected. And sometime when you’re not feeling sad, we’ll talk about the boys who never have a daddy with them and about how your daddy is needing you to share a little bit of him so they can find a safe place to go work out their problems. Because you already know that’s what camp is about, but the dots between your daddy being gone and that happening haven’t been connected. And knowing you, you’re going to say, “I can deal with that.” 
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