If you remember from my last post, “Don’t Tell Me I’m Losing My Son,” I was having a difficult time finding joy amongst The Boy Child’s complicated health situation. I felt like I was swimming, and swimming, and I wasn’t getting anywhere, except closer to the bottom of the pool. But, if you also recall,
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“Momma, I’m blowing on a wishing flower, and I’m wishing no more doctors” Horatio G. Spafford, his wife Anna, and their five children lived in Chicago in the late 1800’s. Horatio was a successful lawyer with a booming business, when tragedy struck and pneumonia stole the life of his young son. That same year, the
Happy Friday! “I’m so glad I just have a plain head again” the Boy Child said tonight in reference to having the EEG wires removed, and I couldn’t agree more! That extended EEG was rough, and his poor head head blistered and welted from something they used on him. And today, by the time most
On Friday, The Boy Child was hooked up for an extended video EEG, which basically means that a bunch of electrodes were glued to his head, several EKG electrodes were placed on his back, and then an EEG machine was wrapped on top of his head, therefore making him look like a smurf. The box
So… I’m about to make fun of my husband, but it’s OK because he gave me permission. Source: Gipy.com Sunday night (or rather, Monday morning), I was awoken from a dead sleep by the sound of my husband breathing rather heavily. Trying to figure out what was going on, I leaned over the pillow that
Do you ever have those days where you feel so overwhelmed, that you don’t feel like you can even think straight? I’m having that month, and I’m not sure where to even start explaining. Things have been a bit chaotic in the Strong household, and I’m spending more time crying and praying that I don’t
Happy Saturday Everyone! The Guy and I had a fun little date night last weekend…. …. So we are spending this one at home. Well, almost at home. I did go to dance class this morning, and The Guy may or may not have lost a bet and… He came too. It was pretty awesome
The Naperville Salt Cave *************** So… I dislocated my elbow, and I don’t even have a good story to tell. No really. I was picking up the laundry basket, and it just popped right out. “What the hell?” right? Yep. At least now, two weeks later, it’s looking much better. Life lately, has been INSANE.
A few days ago, The Boy Child came home from school with this picture of Abe Lincoln in his folder: Not knowing if it was some kind of homework, I asked him what it was. Boy Child: (Looks at me like I’m an idiot) “That’s Abraham Lincoln. He is dead.” Me: “Yep. yes he is.
Well, to jump right into it, last week’s post stuck with me more than I was expecting. (If you haven’t read it yet, I’d suggest doing that before you continue on, but for the TL;DR, I’ve found my feelings of anger towards my ex, reignited as I watch The Guy with my children.) Anyway, it’s
Five years ago, my ex took The Girl Child to a Daddy Daughter dance, and in the morning, he walked out of our lives forever. Last Friday, exactly five years since that night, The Guy escorted The Girl Child to his very first Daddy Daughter Dance. And although The Girl Child has been blessed with
Last Friday, she called me at 6am, 9am, 12pm, 4pm, and 2am, and then her family called me at 3pm and 7pm. And she is just one of my many nonprofit clients. I absolutely adore her and she is definitely one of my favorite clients, but she is going through some really tough things right