Tuesday, February 23, 2016

I marvel at how fast I forget to be thankful - till I'm reminded

I have to put this list in bullet form because none of it has anything to do with the other.... and there is, in fact, no particular order of importance.

1.  I learned and practiced a new word.... Hangry.  Funny because I had just read this word in a blog... it's a mix of hungry and angry....  meaning when you're so hungry you become angry.   And oh, yes.  It happens after 4 classes plus travel time which means a lot of calories spent and almost 6 hours without food.

Yesterday I came in after working hard for the money, sat down to finally eat lunch and went in the kitchen to top it all off with a handful of chocolate chips... to find out that Fireman Dave had eaten the entire bag while I was gone -  while not doing much of anything else.  So I became very, very HANGRY.  

And I laid on the guilt pretty thick about being considerate of others and then hit him with the always successful, ... Didn't your mother teach you anything ?  Then he got up and baked brownies in an attempt to win me back/get  up off the couch for the first time in 8 hours.

2.  Remember that found slipcover from the Marshall's parking lot?   Well... y'all.... one Intro to Sewing class and a broken needle later, here she is. 

The tan stripe fabric was the original found cover but it didn't fit my chair.  So I cut out the entire seat to be able to stretch it around the chair, then made a brand new seat.  There is nothing pretty going on underneath that cushion, in fact it is a giant web of lies down there. 

Lots of mismatched pieces put together to add size -  but who cares what's under the cushion right?  I'll  occasionally do a sweep down there for food crumbs and lost school ID badges, but otherwise it's totally top secret.  Like my nightly beauty routine.

The chair sits in what used to be my breakfast nook in the kitchen.  But the nook became crazy small when the kids got bigger so now we just sit in this lovely chair and do whatever.  Mostly eat things that  leave stains while watching TV across the room.  But she sure is cute even when covered in orange Cheetos dust.  Total makeover cost... $30

3.  Fireman Dave took me on a real Valentine date this year.... which was the happiest day of the week  - and one I had been waiting for forever.  However when the day actually rolled around and I had already taught 4 sweaty hours of classes and didn't sleep well the night before... you could hear me say something like.... Mama needs to take a nap so I can have energy to see Barry Manilow tonight.

Exactly two indicators of my age in that statement.  Can you find them?

Our seats were pretty high up for the concert... but we ended up sitting in seats that weren't ours anyway because I'm terrified of looking over the 18th floor balcony at the American Airlines Center.  And we laughed when we sat behind a couple who couldn't figure out how to turn on their glow sticks.  Don't judge me.  You would've laughed, too. 

We started out the evening by leaving our kids at home unsupervised.  Sometimes I do that even when not on a date... and just go sit in the car for some peace and quiet.  We ate at El Fenix downtown, along with all the other middle aged concert goers.  And I knew when I walked in there that I was a kindred spirit with every woman in that room.  And Fireman Dave knew, as he saw the mere handful of other men in the entire place, that he was in their same boat, being dragged to a Barry Manilow concert for the love of a good woman.  God bless them all.

The good news is that when I tried the vegetarian enchiladas and my tongue started itching.. it didn't progress all the way to swollen lips or itchy hives.  But swollen lips be damned... because I was still going to the concert no matter what, maybe just not so pretty.

Back in high school my on and off again love wrote the words to Mandy in the back of my senior yearbook... how I came and gave without taking... but he sent me away.... and dumped me for someone he met bagging groceries at the Albertsons.  So I still get all teary eyed at that particular song.

4.  I've been busy getting my first post ready for The Dallas Moms Blog.  It should post sometime late March.  But in the meantime I must say that these gals love pictures and I've had more photo opportunities placed before me than ever before.  They needed a family photo so we could introduce my family to the readers.  Not sure when that will post.  But here's the pic.

Again, same red brick wall in my driveway.  Same makeshift tripod set up for the photo.  This was this past Saturday morning and it exhausted me for the rest of the day.  After we took a few, Kid 3 decided he was done with that nonsense and began to grumble and make me mad.  And Kid 2 finally decided to take off his backwards Dallas Cowboys cap and put on shoes when I told him that the blog gets about 6 million readers a year - and in my best mom voice.... if this is how you want to be forever known, then God speed young man.  Live with your choices.  Now stand there and act like you love your family. 

Also, Kid 1 is tall.. but not that tall.  We are ankle deep in a giant pile of leaves that the kids never raked when they were supposed to... so he stood on the tallest mountain to be taller than his daddy.  I kinda love this family. 

5. My plantar fasciitis has returned.  And really, I just can't walk without looking like my dear old Aunt Vera.  I pretend that I can walk, but I really can't.  And I hold back screams of pain while I work each day and then come home and wear a giant boot around the house and sleep in this thing.

These are not my legs.  Let me repeat... These are not my legs.
But for the record, Fireman Dave finds me very exciting when I crawl into bed each night all dressed up in this thing.  Y'all.  Seriously just joking.  In fact he might just place a restraining order on me someday if I keep saying things like this about him to the world. 

6.  I went to the foot doctor upon recommendation from my friend Debi... and got a steroid shot in my heel last Thursday which was worse than childbirth.  You can read about that here in a post I wrote for my church blog. Because God and everybody loves to hear about my feet. 

But y'all... I speak the truth .. if ever given the choice of a giant needle in the bottom of your foot or natural childbirth, go with the baby.  At least you get a prize to take home with you.  

7.  Last Monday evening Kid 1 was out bike riding with two friends when he called to tell me one of them had been hit by a car.  Giant gasp... I know, I did it too.  But everyone was good.  A little scraped up from the fall, and with lots of news to tell, but good.  Turned out to be very minor - in whatever weird way a kid being even bumped by a car can be minor.  

 And it was one of those parenting moments when you're mad to find out what your kid is really doing when you don't really know what he's doing.... but you cry tears of joyful relief when you find out he's okay.  More on that subject later.  

8.  A friend of ours and huge contributor to the raising of my boys through scouts and school functions and his general greatness... fell from a height of nearly 20 feet and has been hospitalized with a serious head injury for several days.  And his wife has been juggling more than she ever planned.  And his kids are waiting for dad to wake up and come home.  And I am praying continued prayers of thanksgiving for the goodness of each day when the phone call received is good news instead of bad.   

Y'all, that's how fast it happens.  And I marvel at how fast I forget to be thankful  - till I'm reminded.    

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