Paper Bags--the new fashion accessory for your HEAD

We got to church Sunday and got settled on our pew. We were singing away when Mr. Busy leans over and whispers, "I can't move my finger, mom." I looked at his hand and his finger was HUGE AND PURPLE!!! I asked what happened to him and he said, "Remember when I jammed it playing football before Halloween?" I was shocked. I do remember that day. I distinctly remember looking at it, noting that it was slightly swollen but he still had some movement, and putting ice on it. He NEVER COMPLAINED ABOUT IT after that so I thought we were good. Well, apparently not. He has very limited movement and it is extremely swollen. It has been swollen so long that the skin around his knuckles is peeling. So today we're going to the doctor and hoping for the best.

Sorry, I HAVE to vent.

Looking for a miracle is kinda like looking for a needle in a haystack. It seems like at the times we need help the most, it is the hardest thing to find. Yesterday we had a wedding in the family. The event was absolutely beautiful--outside, overlooking a lush, green, beautiful area (golf course) with the sun setting in the background. Everyone was dressed absolutely stunningly--especially the bride. Beautiful. However, the part of the whole event that brought me to tears was when she reached the altar. It was COLD. She had on a gorgeous strapless dress. Her husband to be then did something i've never seen at a wedding-- he took off his tux jacket and gently put it around her shoulders to keep her warm. It was absolutely precious. Unexpected, yes, but so sweet. Here's the strange part: I had spent the whole day OF the wedding in one of the foulest moods I've been in for quite some time. I was mad at everybody and everything for absolutely nothing. I would've been quite happy to have stayed under my covers all day and let the whole world go on without me. I tried to smile and look normal (especially when we got to the wedding, for their sakes), but inside I was TICKED. Until I saw that one act of kindness. I'm not really sure why it changed my tune, but it did.
The last few months have been really hard. I've done my absolute best to keep my inner turmoil from my family. I am in charge of the budget (which doesn't squeak, it SCREAMS), feeding my family of six (the difficulty here is numerous food allergies), monitoring my husband's diabetes and the meds that go along with it, cleaning my home and doing mountains of laundry (which sounds really silly along with the other stuff, but it's stressful nonetheless) and making sure my kids are educated, well-behaved,LOVED,clean and healthy. I feel like I'm at the end of my rope, but I don't get the option to stop. What mom does? And since I have no worse problems than many other people out there, I guess there's just one thing left to do. Suck it up, go on, and sneak in a 'locked door bubble bath' from time to time. There will be better things coming. I know that. In the meantime, I will just have to stay strong--or risk falling apart . . .

Tonight's menu will consist of 'Crazy Yummy Soup' and homemade onion bread. Crazy yummy soup is what my kids call my 'pantry and fridge cleaner' soup. This version will contain turkey, celery, onions, carrots, egg noodles, rotini, and large shell noodles. Yum!

Frustration

I sat down this morning and checked our budget for the next month. Eeeew . . . and at Christmastime, no less. I'm fixing to pull out my little notebook of tips and tricks to get us through without feeling like we're doing waaaaaay without. I guess I'd better get crackin' . . . later . . . when my pain meds for this headache kick in . . . ugh.

One little, two little, three little indians . . .

Mr. Busy approached me last night (at bedtime, no less)and reminded me that he had a project due Friday morning or he risked getting a big fat ZERO. What kind of project, you ask? A diarama of a SIOUX INDIAN VILLAGE. Um, yea. I wish he had either: A)reminded me SOONER, or B) taken it upon himself to work on the project unassisted. Alas, neither occurrence took place. So we did half of it last night and will do the other half tonight. I actually dreamed last night that I lived in a teepee made from pieces of a paper grocery bag . . .

Dad's Dentistry--now open for business

Bubba was complaining to me this Saturday that his mouth hurt. Nana and I looked and discovered he had an adult tooth growing in front of a baby tooth that was still very much attached, and not very loose. I told him to wiggle on it so it would come out. Well, that didn't go very far . . . So, last night daddy decided to do something about it, and DID. He held Bubba's head in one hand and pushed the baby tooth backwards with the other until it popped free . . . . It was loose at the time, just at a very awkward angle. I wasn't much help though, as that stuff makes me reeeeally sick. Maybe Superman should open a dentist's office? NOT.

Aaahhhh . . . diesel fumes! Blech :-P

Tommy came home from work last night with his work clothes drenched in diesel. I figured I'd just wash it right out. Well, we're on attempt number 5 to no avail. His cousin just told me to put some bubble bath in the washer with it. I'll let u know if it works. Crossing my fingers!