{"id":613,"date":"2010-02-14T22:10:00","date_gmt":"2010-02-15T03:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-february-14-2010\/"},"modified":"2010-02-14T22:10:00","modified_gmt":"2010-02-15T03:10:00","slug":"sunday-february-14-2010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-february-14-2010\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday February 14, 2010"},"content":{"rendered":"

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On Thursday (I think)Audrey<\/a> posted to ask everyone what they wish for that costs less then $20.00. Didn’t take me very long to figure that one out. The next day I was half embarrassed by my rather whiny, demanding little comment. Seriously, there are kids dying of starvation and all I can think to whine about is flowers? I was too busy taking care of sick kids to go back and comment again and too depressed about the whole situation to care terribly much. That night when David came home he asked why there is a box on the front porch. I had no clue.<\/p>\n

He brought it in and I opened it to find a huge bunch of tulips. No name. Just a card that says: Remember, life is full of little surprises!
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No doubt in my mind where those came from but I was speechless. Someone who has never even met me in real life overnight mailed me flowers because I thought it would make me happy???????? Audrey, I’ve been sending you hugs from my heart every time I look at them! The words thank you are so inadequate.<\/p>\n

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Life just is not much fun right now. On Wednesday after taking the boys to the doctor, David started with a splitting ear ache. He hardly slept all night and the next morning informed me that he thinks his ear drum burst several times throughout the night because it kept building up pressure then popping and bleeding. He was acutely miserable and threatening to take more advil then allowed. He went to pull his brother out of the snow with the truck and by the time he got back it was only twenty minutes or so til he could get in to see the doctor.<\/p>\n

Diagnosis: Raging ear infection. Not a burst ear drum but the pressure kept making little blood blisters that popped which explained the bleeding (and why the pain didn’t go away). He looked (and felt) awful but insisted he had to go to work because the snow has run them out of work for their guys. Let’s not even go into how stressful this is for all of us. Or how ridiculous it seems that one of the jobs would have been workable but the owners refused to have their lane plowed and so they couldn’t get in. I was not excited about the idea of him driving on vicodin with little sleep; but there wasn’t much I could do except pray that he’d be safe.<\/p>\n

Mid afternoon he called home to admit he was heading home. He lay there, grey and miserable. At suppertime he vomited. I was plugging my ears and hoping it would still be a long time til I am pregnant after all. Liam was listening to the sounds from his high chair and went into one of the longest spasms of giggles I’ve heard in weeks.<\/p>\n

The next morning David had definitely turned the corner although he is still draining horrible stuff out of his ear.<\/p>\n

Adam has not gotten better.<\/p>\n

His antibiotics are nearly finished. The ear that wasn’t infected on Wednesday gives him no end of grief. He seems to go more deaf every day. His cough is awful and Saturday morning he woke up with fever \/ chills \/ and so much sputum he threw up. I had to pick him up off the floor and carry him to the bed. Tonight he is nauseous. What would you do?<\/p>\n

Liam’s cough gets worse every day. It feels as though life is one endless cycle of wiping noses and trying to keep the grumpies at bay and I’m just so tired of it. I’m tired of being crawled over. Of worrying. Of hearing horrible hacking coughs that make me think pneumonia. Of taking temperatures and giving more motrin. Of repeating everything I say five times because no one but Liam can hear me. Of having snot wiped on me. Of cold. Of snow. Of finally being able to get out the drive only to see a prediction for more snow.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow I’ll be embarrassed for whining. And even tonight, my head knows that I am terribly grateful to have my family intact when I heard news of two women who lost their husbands and are tucking their children into bed alone. But tonight my spirit is just exhausted and all I want to do is cry and cry and cry.<\/p>\n

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On Friday we tried to stave away a few grumpy hours by making valentine cards. It worked for Adam; but not so well for Liam. And while I don’t exactly get excited about doing crafty stuff, I’m getting better at it. Or maybe the truth is that since Adam is older and getting better at it, it’s not quite so horrible.
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Liam was nonplussed. Crafty things for him are more like getting the raisens out of the drawer and dumping them over the floor.
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The boys have their head in the sand, I mean, snow. Thursday morning they woke up and insisted they could go shirtless and wear their water shoes. It made them laugh. What could I say? It can’t be any worse then me wearing a pink dress and pretending it’s Spring. The last time it hit 40 Adam thought it was warm enough to set up the swimming pool. <\/p>\n

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I wish humans would hibernate. Or at least migrate.
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