Poor Judgment...

I want to apologize for the poor judgment I used when publishing a previous (now deleted) post regarding a person whom I love very much. I was dealing with a lot of emotions regarding some previously unsettled issues between us which colored my perception of his illness. It was unfair and disrespectful of me to portray him in such a negative way in a public place.

Ryan's Vacation

When I got back from dropping the girls off with the Zirkles in Blacksburg yesterday (Monday) afternoon, Ryan had just gotten home from his last Monday as a first grader. I gave him a kiss and asked him how his day was:

R: It was good. We made tie-dye shirts for field day. So (claps his hands together once), what should we do for my vacation?

I told him we had lots of stuff planned: visiting grandparents, going to the beach, lego camp, etc...

R: No, mom. I mean today, like, this week. It's my vacation from my sisters!

After I picked myself off the floor from laughing, I asked him what he had in mind. He thought it would be fun to go out to dinner some with just us, and maybe go see Shrek the Third, and some golf with dad too.

Our little king has spoken, and I must say we are enjoying this time with just him. He's turning into such a cool little guy.

And today he brought home the math award for best student in math for his first grade class. Guess he's not taking after me in that department...

I'm Thankful For:

Living next door to a doctor who we're friends with and who has a large box of strep throat test kits. Johnathon has mentioned on more than one ocassion we are welcome to come over to have the kids tested anytime we think they may have strep and save a trip to the pediatrician...

Katy woke up more than a few times Thursday night to go to the bathroom and just seemed generally restless. That's not like her. She mentioned at one point that her belly hurt. I didn't think much of it because she has NEVER had strep throat before.

She was fine when she woke up Friday morning, a bit sleepy acting, but that was to be expected given the number of times she was up Thursday night. I put her down for a nap at 1:00, and she slept until nearly 3:30. Now THAT is not like her--she generally only sleeps for an hour, if she naps at all.

So now I'm getting nervous. She's supposed to go to visit her Nana and Pap tomorrow, and there is no way I'm going to get an appointment with the pediatrician for today. *DING* (can you see the lightbulb that went on over my head?!) Johnathan has strep tests! He can make sure she's okay.

So we take her over to see him 15 minutes later, he does the swab in the kitchen, and we sit around and chat while we wait for the test results. Barbara gives Katy a popsicle, and I keep thinking to myself that this is just too cool. The test result comes back positive--she's got strep, so Johnathan calls in a prescription for her to our pharmacy!

Then he suggests that Olivia come over to get tested just to be sure that she doesn't have it. So he tests her, she gets her popsicle, we all visit awhile and her result is negative. He says we can bring her back in a few days if we want to check again before she would leave to visit with the Zirkles.

What a blessing. So the visit with the Zirkles got postponed a few days to allow Katy to feel better, but he just saved us lots of time and aggravation at an urgent care, not to mention the money in co-pays.

Now I need to figure out an appropriate way to say "thank you." Any ideas?

Sweatin' the small stuff

I'm generally a big fan of the concept of "don't sweat the small stuff." When I'm out running errands and see people getting all bent out of shape over things that they will have absolutely no memory of by the next day, I feel sorry for them. So much of our lives is just not in our control, and if something goes wrong (like your food taking longer than expected to arrive at a restaurant, or someone cutting in front of you in line, or a store being out of a product that you had wanted to get from their sale flyer, etc., etc., etc.), I'm really stunned by how people overreact.

But lately I've been doing the same thing. Not out and about, but around the house. And it's making me really upset with myself. Which somehow seems to make me do it more.

I suppose it's good that I recognize that I'm doing it, but I need to figure out how to make myself STOP already. And I wish I knew WHY I was doing it--what's changed? Is it the babysitting? Or the threat of 3 months of summer vacation with all the kids home ALL the time? Or something hormonal? Or something else? Whatever it is, it's getting old...