So, I'm back. I did lose 3 more pounds. However, it took me 3 weeks since 2 of those my back was out. Just for the record, I know I said no more excuses (NME) but seriously folks, I couldn't move so exercise didn't happen. Not an excuse, just a reality.
Drip, drip (aka my physical therapist) had me doing some exercises. 'See if you can lift your right foot, now your left. Can you do both together.' That is so sad!
Per doc, 3-4 months before I can run again. How about bending with no pain. Any ETA on that?
- In (Not So) Perfect Balance
- Our life is full of wonderful, chaotic, blessed, hysterical, insane, magical, sad, scary, sweet, mind boggling, moments. While balancing life with 3 cherubs, parents, sisters, BIL, In-laws, 1 teaching career, and many good friends; I find that our life is moving far toooo fast. It is important to cherish and record the moments as we consistently try to balance our scale (God forbid I make a photo album)! MB
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
HAD to add this...
After leaving the rodeo, Hubby emailed me to tell me that they must be bored in TX if they are wrestling with cattle. Ummm, you mean bulls? He spent the night at the rodeo and thought he was with cattle?? I am hoping he didn't say his thought out loud.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Don't get caught on the edge.
Hubby is in TX. He is at the rodeo. I know, funny. I am home with the kids. So do you think hubby will get tossed off the side of the bull before the kids toss me off the edge of sanity?
Monday, January 28, 2008
Just Junk
The Minimalist:
Finally, I wake up feeling somewhat normal. Doc says it will be a while before I am actually truly normal, but I will take waking up in minimal amounts of pain over tons of pain anyday. Yipee.
The Bus Biter:
Cherub 2 was bit in the finger on the bus today by a little boy. I am not happy. Calling the school in the am. This is the second little boy that has hurt him in a physical way. I worry.
Shop smart, not.
Cherub 1 can't stand tights. Every week for dance class we both practically cry after our fight about the fact that she is supposed to wear them. I bought her the million dollar jazz pants from the dance co b/c I am sick of the tears. Yup, as my real life friends will confirm, I am not the bargain shopper. I paid way too much at the dance studio to avoid taking my 3 cranky kids to Walmart on a weekday (when they are tired). In my opinion, it was worth every penny. MIL would be disappointed I didn't look for the bargain.
Cherub 3 was getting changed for bed tonight when he asked 'Can you believe I can BUTTON? I am only four and I can button.' So cute!
I am literally falling asleep while typing so I must go to bed. Zzz's.
Finally, I wake up feeling somewhat normal. Doc says it will be a while before I am actually truly normal, but I will take waking up in minimal amounts of pain over tons of pain anyday. Yipee.
The Bus Biter:
Cherub 2 was bit in the finger on the bus today by a little boy. I am not happy. Calling the school in the am. This is the second little boy that has hurt him in a physical way. I worry.
Shop smart, not.
Cherub 1 can't stand tights. Every week for dance class we both practically cry after our fight about the fact that she is supposed to wear them. I bought her the million dollar jazz pants from the dance co b/c I am sick of the tears. Yup, as my real life friends will confirm, I am not the bargain shopper. I paid way too much at the dance studio to avoid taking my 3 cranky kids to Walmart on a weekday (when they are tired). In my opinion, it was worth every penny. MIL would be disappointed I didn't look for the bargain.
Cherub 3 was getting changed for bed tonight when he asked 'Can you believe I can BUTTON? I am only four and I can button.' So cute!
I am literally falling asleep while typing so I must go to bed. Zzz's.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wheels and Deals
Yesterday, hubby convinces me to ice,ice,baby (aka-put ice on back injury to reduce swelling and freeze pain away) on the way to IKEA. He is obsessed we are going there to buy cherub 1 a new dresser, at a deal. I admit, I didn't want to go, due to pain, but didn't trust him to pick out furniture on his own.
For the first 1/2 hr, I was trying to walk, with cane, around PLANET IKEA. Seriously, it is huge enough to be its own planet. After pain medication kicks in, I become nausous and dizzy. Not a second thought. Hubby plopped me in a wheelchair and zoomed me around IKEA.
The more we shopped, the more hubby bumped into people or things. The SECOND child (thankfully both of the injured were ours-there were close calls with random toddlers) he ran into was cherub 1. After a direct hit to the shins by the chair, she doubled over, crying. He instantly was (in the 'stop making a scene' voice) ssshhhhing her and I jumped in saying 'hello, ask her if she is alright instead of getting her to be quiet'! To avoid further injuries to our family or strangers, I took the controls.
I wasn't much better. At one point I backed into a chair and everything in our bag (hanging on back of w.c.) tumbled out with a CLANG. Hubby rescued me and our stuff. At least there was no injury.
Things I noticed about my temporary accessory:
1)When you are in a w.c. you are either invisible, people say sorry as if they were in my way (even if they weren't), or STARE at you with that 'I wonder what is wrong with her' sympathy look.
2)You can't reach most things in a store if you are shopping in a wheelchair.
3)You can't chase your kids around a store in your wheelchair. Hubby left us ONCE. Cherub's 2 and 3 started 'pretending' to punch each other. I couldn't separate them in time. Cherub 2 cuts cherub 3's lip. Blood=Hubby freaks.
So. Seriously, I FULLY RESPECT (even more than I did before) people that have a handicap that require them to be in a wheelchair. Even more so if they are trying to shop with children.
Unfortunately, we did not have our camera on our excursion to the new planet.
For the first 1/2 hr, I was trying to walk, with cane, around PLANET IKEA. Seriously, it is huge enough to be its own planet. After pain medication kicks in, I become nausous and dizzy. Not a second thought. Hubby plopped me in a wheelchair and zoomed me around IKEA.
The more we shopped, the more hubby bumped into people or things. The SECOND child (thankfully both of the injured were ours-there were close calls with random toddlers) he ran into was cherub 1. After a direct hit to the shins by the chair, she doubled over, crying. He instantly was (in the 'stop making a scene' voice) ssshhhhing her and I jumped in saying 'hello, ask her if she is alright instead of getting her to be quiet'! To avoid further injuries to our family or strangers, I took the controls.
I wasn't much better. At one point I backed into a chair and everything in our bag (hanging on back of w.c.) tumbled out with a CLANG. Hubby rescued me and our stuff. At least there was no injury.
Things I noticed about my temporary accessory:
1)When you are in a w.c. you are either invisible, people say sorry as if they were in my way (even if they weren't), or STARE at you with that 'I wonder what is wrong with her' sympathy look.
2)You can't reach most things in a store if you are shopping in a wheelchair.
3)You can't chase your kids around a store in your wheelchair. Hubby left us ONCE. Cherub's 2 and 3 started 'pretending' to punch each other. I couldn't separate them in time. Cherub 2 cuts cherub 3's lip. Blood=Hubby freaks.
So. Seriously, I FULLY RESPECT (even more than I did before) people that have a handicap that require them to be in a wheelchair. Even more so if they are trying to shop with children.
Unfortunately, we did not have our camera on our excursion to the new planet.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Gushing
One of my students brought me homemade cookies this morning from her and her mom, all wrapped up in a bow. So adorable (and yummy)...
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