As I said a few weeks ago, we FINALLY moved out of the hotel, and back into our home, after a flood displaced us for a while. It still wasn’t quite finished when we moved back in, but we were so ready to get out of the hotel that we didn’t even care. I
Every single morning, before I drop my kids off at school, I take a minute to say something to them, that I feel might be one of the most important thing they hear all day. The kids know it so well, that I only have to say the first part before they excitedly chime in
So, after several weeks of living in a hotel after our house flooded, we finally came home on Sunday. Sure we don’t have working appliances, bathroom doors, and a lot of other things that many people would consider a necessity in their house, but at least we are home where we will continue to rebuild.
So, our house flooded. And, it wasn’t a tiny flood. We are now living in a hotel. Yep, and we’ve been here for a week already. Thanks Boy Child. I wasn’t home when the flood occurred. I got a call from our babysitter saying that something had happened to the toilet on the third
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,
“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.
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My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
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