Phew this week has been a doozie! I don’t usually give you a play by play of my week like a diary entry, but I gotta share this one.
My week began on Sunday night/early Monday morn with my middle son suffering from his second stomach bug this school year. The poor little guy was miserable all night and slept in the bathroom. I was obviously with him and my heart felt sorry for him, and whenever one of my boys gets that sick I worry that it might get bad enough to where we have to take a trip to the ER.
Monday morning my youngest woke up with a headache & fever so I ended up with 2 down for the count. So after a sleepless night (tired) I had 2 to nurse back to health all the while keeping them separate so they didn’t pass their germs to one another.
Tuesday morning my youngest came down with the stomach bug that I was trying to keep him from catching, but I obviously didn’t do a good job. What really sucked is that he missed his last two days of preschool and the graduation was that night so I was so disappointed that we missed that milestone and photo opportunities for his memory book. However to put it into prospective it was preschool.
Tuesday afternoon I got a call from a friend that I’ve known since I was 4 and she was 3. I knew something was up by the tone in her voice. Her Dad passed away at the young age of 67. My heart sank. He was a big part of my childhood and I considered him my 2nd Dad. Memories of childhood flooded my mind, and my heart was heavy. She informed me of the services that would beheld on Thursday, and I told her I would be here for her. Knowing him like I did, I knew how much she was hurting due to the love and bond they shared. I cried with a sadness of not only what he had missed due to the disease the consumed him, but of the Father, Grandfather, and Man that he was and everything my friend and her family will miss. Loosing a loved one to young SUCKS!
After receiving the bad news my oldest son, a friend, and I got dressed in our Tae Kwon Do uniforms, and I told myself I could muscle through and not break down with sadness. Unfortunately during warm up I lost it and ran to the owner for a hug. I jumped back in during stretching time and finished the class. I’m glad I didn’t sit out of class and let my emotions consume me even though I had every right to have that time.
Tuesday night my middle son’s stomach reminded me I had fed him milk to soon so his body was empty again. He’d already missed two days of school, and my intuition told me he was fine but I had him sleep in the bathroom again just in case. Thankfully he slept through the night so it proved to me that he was fine, but probably a little on the dehydrated side so I got as much fluids in him as possible and sent him to school. If he would have stayed home he would have moped around all day so I had to get him back into routine. The worry that I made the right decision consumed me so I checked in with his teacher mid morning to see how he was doing and asked her to remind him to get water throughout the day. By the time I picked him up he was back to his chipper shelf. Phew! What a relief!
Wednesday was bittersweet. It was my oldest son’s 10th birthday! I’m amazed at how much time flies. How can he be 10 already? My Motherly heart struggles like many others as my boys get older and older, but I’m thankful they are healthy, growing, and learning at the right pace. So yet I say again, bittersweet.
Wednesday night right smack dab in the middle of celebrating his 10th birthday Mother Nature decides to scare us with sever storms & tornado warnings. We headed down the basement while hearing the hail hit the house. After it’s passing it was a relief that no tornado touched down, and we were all safe. Phew! Another relief!
Thursday morning I got a call from one of my oldest son’s buddy’s Mom wondering if we had an issue between our sons. Unfortunately her son was upset Wednesday night due to something my son said to hers. My heart sank. Her son suffered due to a miscommunication between the two of us, and I felt terrible. Thankfully we all learned from it and apologies have been made.
I made sure by Thursday that the kids would be taken care of so I could be there for my friend when the visitation started, to the funeral service, burial, and a gathering afterward. My schedule was clear for her as well as to grieve the loss myself of a man whom I’m honored to have known and blessed to have him in my life too. When I returned home Thursday I felt a sense of peace, and so grateful for those who took care of my kids to allow me that time with my dear friend and her family.
Friday was the last day of school for my oldest two and I’m so happy. We have a full summer to have fun, take a trip or two, and just get a break from routine.
This weekend is Memorial Day, and time to be thankful for those who have lost their lives for our freedom. No matter how emotional my week has been nothing compares to the loss that many families have endured for us to be free. So I’ll end my post about my emotional week with thankfulness in my heart, and the pride of being an American.