My brain is fried so tonight (this morning for you) you’ll get the randomness of the last few days. Um, yeah, drawing a blank…. the last few days. Let’s see.
Everyone is glad mommy is home. The first few days I had three children glued to my hips everywhere I went and let me tell you I don’t need anything extra glued to these hips. The girls tested the boundaries to see who is in charge. It took a few days for them to realize it’s me. It’s all good now.
I ran to the grocery store Monday at 3 pm (twice, the first time I had to turn around and go back to the house for Ryan’s narcotics. I forgot his 3 pm dose and felt it was important). So on my second trip I was there to get snacks for Ainsley’s Daisy meeting because, of course, the first weekday back I would be the snack mom. Seriously, not a big deal. While there I grabbed a few extra things, like $35 worth of meat, cuz you know, we can always use meat.
Fast forward: Ainsley comes home from her meeting with a friend. I walk the friend’s sister, who was here on a play date, to the car. I see my car hatch is open… with my groceries still in the back. My heart sinks. My meat had been sitting in 81 degree weather for 2 1/2 hours. In my sleep-deprived stupor I’d forgotten to go back for the groceries after bringing Ryan and his oxygen tank inside. I even thawed out chicken when I got home forgetting the $35 worth of fresh meat in my trunk. Seriously, people, I need an intervention… or a nap.
Do you know what? I took my meat inside and it was still cold to the touch. COLD TO THE TOUCH I TELL YOU. Praise Jesus!
Tuesday while Ryan was napping and I was in my room getting changed for gardening I heard a loud thump. For a moment I thought maybe someone was breaking into my house. For some reason, I’ve had a fear of that since coming home (maybe it was living in a hospital with 24-hour security for three weeks. Who knows.) Then I heard a large truck pull away and realized we’d just gotten a delivery.
Outside my garage were two styrofoam coolers shipped from Honeybaked Ham. As I loaded our freezer with three meals worth of food I literally teared up. I’m chalking this up to sleep deprivation too. Otherwise I might have to question my sanity at tearing up over ham and roast beef. Oh and the three freakin’ awesome desserts that came with them.
The sleep deprivation is because I’m still getting up every three hours in the night to give Ryan medication. This will space out tomorrow, I think to every four hours. Remember, ladies, when the babies slept their first four hour stretch at night? I’m gonna feel like a new woman, I know it.
This week I’m pulling weeds and planting flowers because that’s what I have control over. It’s also really, really, really good to be out in the warm sunshine after three weeks of fluorescent lights. I’ll show you what I’ve been up to as soon as I’m done this section. Pinkie promise.
I just heard some scratching in the kitchen. I think the mouse I caught a few weeks ago was survived by a family member…. UGH!
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Hugs and prayers. Don’t know how you do it all…sending love, too,,,
did you plant the flowers with Ainsley?
I can relate to your sleep deprivation! I do things like that almost every day! So glad that you’re home, so glad that you’re getting back into a routine and SO SO glad that ryan is doing better.
love you,
Katie