Me Neither

You know that moment when you are reprimanding your five-year old for over-dramatizing her cough so as to freak her brother out with a pending pretend puke and in that moment where you are showing her what you do not want her to do, you gag yourself?

Me neither.

You know that facebook status update where you share with The Lord and all His people that you had left-over birthday cake for lunch and are happy about it? But then, the next day, you come down with Strep and jokingly hop back on to tell folks that it was the cake’s fault, but then people agree and provide you with information about how sugar depresses the immune system and now you feel like dirt on top of feeling like mud?

Me neither.

Have you ever had The Sick so bad that your husband had to come home mid-day and your quirky child refused to be on the same side of the house with you for fear that he would “catch” whatever you had? And you start thinking that if a Big Disease is ever in your future, it’s going to be awful hard to love on a child that insists on remaining 135 feet away from you at all times and so you start crying and praying that never happens all while it feels like a spiky golf ball is stuck in the back of your throat?

Me neither.

That moment that your husband rounds the corner with a steaming bowl of soup broth and his iPad and a tv tray so that you can watch your favorite comedy while sipping merciful goodness to soothe your sore throat and your heart swells with gratitude for the gift of this man and you love him more now than you ever did, but as you are thinking that and getting emotional, your throat threatens to revolt by making it so that you can never ever swallow again, so you have to squash the thought for pain’s sake?

Me neither.

You know that beautiful moment when your medication finally kicks in and you can slip off into blissful slumber?

Yeah. That.

 

We’ve Got High Hopes

Oh yes, yes we do!  And those hopes started soaring around the end of July. In an effort to encourage some independent reading on the part of our reluctant reader (Sweetboy), Sweetman downloaded an adapted version of “The Swiss Family Robinson” onto the iPad.   We took a small gamble that the ultimate family adventure story would be up Sweetboy’s alley, since he doesn’t enjoy reading much of anything.  Other than maps. Oh, how he loves his maps.  He also has a little love affair with the iPad, so there was that in our corner, too. Y’all?  It. Is. Awesome.  We had forgotten how engrossing that story is!

 

Sweetboy also adores snuggling in with me or Sweetman to read at night.  For that, we are so thankful.   And on that, we decided to capitalize.  When father and son got to the part that referenced the rubber tree plant, Sweetman started singing the song. These are the moments that Sweetboy’s Autism bares itself clothed only in hilarity.  He quite simply informed him that, “Now is not the time for singing. It’s the time for reading, Daddy.”  Alrighty then.

 

When Sweetman came downstairs and relayed the story to me, I didn’t know what in the blue blazes the “Rubber Tree Plant Song” was, that he was referring to.  So, I did what any Reference Librarian worth their salt would surely suggest: I asked the YouTube.  And here’s what I heard:

 

And I instantly remembered hearing the song from somewhere in my memory.  Where or under what circumstances? Who in tarnation knows. My brain is fuzzy enough just trying to recall what I told Sweetman we’d have for dinner tonight!  But, it reminded me that next week begins a new year of school.  A new year of opportunities for growth.  A new year of possibilities! And, as Sweetboy prepares to enter the Third Grade next week, that, my Sweetfriends?  That gives me high hopes indeed!

So, what gives ya’ll high hopes?  Do tell!

What I Learned On Vacation

On vacation, I learned a few things.  Try, just try, I ask you, not to be impressed.

  1. Family time is precious, indeed. (In a related lesson, cousins sleeping in the same room after being apart for 6 months? No sleeping in. Ever.)
  2. Brushing your teeth in the morning as you listen the ocean lap the sandy shore? Blissful. (Hazelnut coffee after a Listerine rinse, however? Not so blissful.)
  3. Sheets that smell of the beach and have a bit more sand in them every day? The best! (Washing said sheets a couple of times each when you get home to rid them of said sand? Not so much.)
  4. Thank you God for inventing shrimp!  And, no, as it turns out, you can not over-shrimp yourself.  Just ask my family. (I think my new peachy-pink skin color suits me just fine, thankyouverymuch.)
  5. Being unplugged for the week is quite a feat. (If you don’t count the 2 iPads, 3 DS’s, and 4 iPod Touch’s that were necessary to allow the adults to enjoy adult conversation. We don’t count those, right?)
  6. Margaritas taste better when shared over a rousing game of Spades. (And apparently, my spades game improves with each new pour. Especially considering we narrowly averted a lost “nil” due to dealer error.  Let no more be said on the matter.)
  7. Moments like this make it worth every cent of the grocery bill that somehow triples when away from home:

    Footloose and fancy-free… just the way I like ’em.

In other news, I went on vacation and all I got were these lousy mountains of laundry.

The majesty of these mountains escape me…

“Why, that’s only 5 loads!”, you may be tempted to say.  No, no, my friend.  That was simply as many loads as I could get into one shot without revealing the disaster zone that is my house right now. And, although I have no problem what-so-ever sharing pictures of my dirty unmentionables with you, I simply must draw the line at pictures of the dust bunnies and toy box that looks like it vomited all over the floor.  Of every. Single. Room.  I’m off in a cloud of turtle dust to vacuum some sand and ponder my lessons learned. Oh, yes indeedy.