My Kindda Life

Maybe I am normal, but it seems like I am weird.
I can't just have stress. It seems like I have stress on steroids.
Here are a few examples and you decide:
Yesterday Ben was suppose to have surgery for his hernia. He can't just have a regular hernia, nooooooooo he has to have a hydro seal one with a hook. That means it has fluid that gets trapped in it and when it is filled hard with fluid- the hook touches his intestines. Touching the intestine is bad....very bad.

It has been fine as long as he is in a warm bath. For some reason the warm bath allows the fluid to be reabsorbed. There are days we have taken 5 baths. We have to take turns watching him, cuz I DO have other things I have to do than sit and watch him bathe, but he can't go unattended of course.

If the hook entangles the intestines, it would mean emergency no asking questions- get him into surgery asap. So they moved his surgery up to yesterday. We were all set so I have a little more stress of having our baby having surgery.. If it isn't bad enough to have to sign papers regarding the risks...including death...of putting your toddler under general antestia at any given moment including the risks of if he hasn't fasted properly due to the nature of the situation etc....

He gets sick.

I mean REALLY REALLY sick.

Last Thursday he can't breathe. We start "aggressive " treatments so he can be ready for Monday. Every two to four hours of nebulizers and strong antibiotics ( which means SORE butt), sleep is overrated I have decided. Well Sunday we race to the ER because he is soooooooooo bad that my Ped thinks he may have a "collapsed lung". He is too sick for surgery and now it in Dec 23. Mhmmm two days before Christmas.
Stress on steroids.

Divers Test. We can't just have a normal drivers test. Nope. We can't have nice- nice new cars. Alex didn't want to use the minivan cuz it is too big, but also it is missing 3 door handles. Yep we all climb into one door. Scott has new handles, and will get to it, but we have been kindda busy ( see above).

He didn't want to use the Jetta cuz it is standard,BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT it also have a little crack in the windshield that if he got the old mean guy ( which he did) he would have to go home and find another suitable car. Stress.
So we use Matt's car. (THANK YOU!!!)
Except Matt's anti lock brakes light comes on. Great what do we do?

I am literally cutting taping and positioning a piece of paper (fake reminder to change oil every 3k) over the light while we are in line waiting for the next test giver. Can't have it covering the blinker or speedomitor, but have to have it totally covered so it can't be seen. We want to make the paper seem like it has been there and is non intrusive. Poor Alex.

As this old guy walks up to the car he asks if it is the dreaded old mean guy that every one talks about( BTW he hates male drivers) and I just lie through my teeth- say another prayer- and get out. Did I mention that all the snow had melted completely ....until his road......forget it
Stress on steroids.

All this on top of raising 7...8( love you Matt and love our talks-don't get an apt with your friends in Jan. I will miss you:). Also working and house keeping(lol) money and I am suppose to be studying for my national test. Oh and Christmas...haha shopping, cookies and tree buying/decorating, nativity secret thing, scripture advent and Christmas cards/letter( maybe June guys). Here is where I am suppose to say that praying and reading my scriptures allows me to get everything done. and it is true do get it all done..even creatively at times( see above), but WOW. Stress on steroids.

I could go on, but what is the use.
Maybe I am normal, but I feel like I am weird.