Facebook friends should forgive that a couple fragments were used as status this week.
1) Murphy’s Law. If a stay-at-home Mom orders something online that may or may not have been an absolutely necessary purchase, said item will arrive on a day or a time that Husband is home. Which means SAHM has no chance at opening item, getting item into household circulation and disposing of packaging evidence before Husband notices its arrival. Every. single. time.
2) Just when you think you’re a strong woman able to handle difficult situations, something will happen to prove you wrong. Like, your six-year-old will fall face first into a bench and need 15 stitches in his face. And you will crumble. And thank god that your husband was with you when it happened so that you can go to pieces and know your baby is still being comforted by a loving parent. I like to think that, had Husband not been with us, I could have handled it. But, I’m damn glad I didn’t have to.
3) We added HBO to our cable yesterday, mostly for the kids movies and Curb. So, now with the Sunday Ticket, MLB package and DVR it’s highly likely our cable now costs more than our mortgage.
4) I took my boys to see the Lion King this week. Love that movie. As you may recall from my last few posts, I’m on a much-needed weight loss quest so I (optimistically?) looked up “movie theater popcorn with butter” on the Weight Watchers points system. I found it funny that Weight Watchers doesn’t even acknowledge the existence of buttered popcorn on their online points calculator. As if to say, “Don’t be ridiculous, fatty.”
5) Like many of my blogging brethren, I also read a lot of other people’s blogs. I have a recent funny favorite in Suri’s Burn Book (click here to see it). But, I think it’s amazing to read almost every day about the lives of other people, many of whom I’ve been reading for a year or longer. It’s like being a voyeur without the risk of arrest. Because someone left the window open and hung a “welcome” sign.
When Big Brother fell, it was horrible for all of us. There are sounds and images in my head from that afternoon in the hospital that I hope will someday stop replaying and just go away. And, although writing has always been a little therapeutic for me, I just can’t write about it. It’s too gory and awful and I hate that it ever happened.
But, days later, when I finally dared let BB out of my sight for more than a minute, I tuned back into “blog world” and was reminded that my experience with my son was, while dramatic to us at the time, really no big deal. He’s fine. He’s alive. He may have some small scars but he’s a healthy, happy 6-year-old boy. And, more likely than not, we have more trips to the ER ahead of us.
I have read, for more than a year, An Inch of Grey (click). I’ve always like Anna and related to her writing style and her parenting stories. When she, her husband and two children were evacuated from the Outer Banks during Hurricane Irene, I commiserated with her in our shared shortened OBX vacations. And then, just days later, her son was dead. Lost in a flash flood. He was 8. And he’s gone. She’s starting to write about it. She’s amazing to me.
15 stitches? Nothing.
I’m counting my blessings.