•6:42 PM
I always love it when The Nana is here. Correction: I always love The Nana being here. But since she comes to help when things get crazy, she's always here during the craziest weeks. This week was no exception.
It started the end of last week when poor, sweet Aiden started complaining of an intense headache and vomiting. By Saturday afternoon, he couldn't stop crying over the pain in his head. Long story short, after a call to the pediatrician and a check at the ER, it seems he had a virus that produces the same symptoms as the flu but doesn't test positive for flu. He ran a fever on and off all week, going to school every other day, and running himself ragged - happily ragged - at basketball on Saturday. He's still not all better, but he's smiling and happy and on the mend.
We fit in a lot of errands, cleaning, organizing, appointments, and meetings. Somehow on Thursday, we managed to take Alysia to storytime at the library, pick up the big girls from their finals-week-early-release day, get lunch, get all the girls' hair cut, get Alysia to the doctor, get home to have dinner, take the big girls to their church activities, Aaron and I both had church meetings - one here, one out of town, he brought the girls home after, and I finally got home a little before 10 p.m.
On Friday the boys got their hair cut and Aaron and I left for the temple, with a stop at Costco along the way. The only hiccup was that we had to take Aiden out of school early because I had erroneously thought he had a half-day because the big girls had a half-day. I seriously need an extra brain just to keep track of where everyone is supposed to be and when. That 'brain' has traditionally been housed in my iPhone. However, it (the phone) has decided that it no longer enjoys its job and likes to take breaks during the day, shutting itself off at random intervals. Actually that is also an accurate description of my brain as well... Hmmmmm....
The temple was such a peaceful respite from the demands of the week. Afterward we had such fun talking and laughing with friends over Mexican food that we didn't get back home until 1 a.m. We are too old for this. Saturday morning the boys had basketball, and that evening Aaron played auctioneer at the fundraising dinner for the cub scouts.
I am hopeful that this next week may be a little less demanding, but that usually isn't the case. I am getting a little better at accepting this pace as a season of our lives, one that won't last forever. And I have our little bag lady - Hurricane Leela - to remind me every day. For that I am very thankful.
It started the end of last week when poor, sweet Aiden started complaining of an intense headache and vomiting. By Saturday afternoon, he couldn't stop crying over the pain in his head. Long story short, after a call to the pediatrician and a check at the ER, it seems he had a virus that produces the same symptoms as the flu but doesn't test positive for flu. He ran a fever on and off all week, going to school every other day, and running himself ragged - happily ragged - at basketball on Saturday. He's still not all better, but he's smiling and happy and on the mend.
We fit in a lot of errands, cleaning, organizing, appointments, and meetings. Somehow on Thursday, we managed to take Alysia to storytime at the library, pick up the big girls from their finals-week-early-release day, get lunch, get all the girls' hair cut, get Alysia to the doctor, get home to have dinner, take the big girls to their church activities, Aaron and I both had church meetings - one here, one out of town, he brought the girls home after, and I finally got home a little before 10 p.m.
On Friday the boys got their hair cut and Aaron and I left for the temple, with a stop at Costco along the way. The only hiccup was that we had to take Aiden out of school early because I had erroneously thought he had a half-day because the big girls had a half-day. I seriously need an extra brain just to keep track of where everyone is supposed to be and when. That 'brain' has traditionally been housed in my iPhone. However, it (the phone) has decided that it no longer enjoys its job and likes to take breaks during the day, shutting itself off at random intervals. Actually that is also an accurate description of my brain as well... Hmmmmm....
The temple was such a peaceful respite from the demands of the week. Afterward we had such fun talking and laughing with friends over Mexican food that we didn't get back home until 1 a.m. We are too old for this. Saturday morning the boys had basketball, and that evening Aaron played auctioneer at the fundraising dinner for the cub scouts.
I am hopeful that this next week may be a little less demanding, but that usually isn't the case. I am getting a little better at accepting this pace as a season of our lives, one that won't last forever. And I have our little bag lady - Hurricane Leela - to remind me every day. For that I am very thankful.
