Saturday, June 25, 2011
So, I think that over 20 years of experience in my current profession (Super mom!!) should land me a super high paying job (Well higher paying then I make now). Once the little baers get off on their own I think I should qualify for the following positions. And here are my top ten jobs I think I should qualify for and why:
1. Doctor: I have diagnosed more ailments and treated them then most doctors I know. None of my kids can EVER have "the same" ailment. They must change it up and keep me diagnosing new ones daily. Researching and finding new treatments for the said disorder is also something I do daily.
2. Lawyer: Have you ever tried to figure out who was responsible for the SAID alledged broken lamp. You must have the skill and be prosecutor as well as the defense. You need to be able to PROVE who did it and why. Or have you ever tried to plead your case in an IEP meeting? Yea it's alot like a court room. But with people who are ALL against you.
3. Judge: Once my lawyer skills are used I must then be judge and enforce the punishment onto the convicted of the said broken vase.
4. CEO of a major corporation: running my home is like running a large company. Trying to schedule in everything, getting everyone doing their part, and getting things accomplished. As well as financial reports, human resource experience, and hard ball meetings with individuals from other companies to get what you want.
5. Executive Chef: This really doesn't need explaination. But planning and cooking 3 meals a day for 30 years.....yea that's alot of meals. Extra experience in the food cost and budget areas. As well as stocking and shopping.
6. Therapist: Being a therapist is also a daily job. Everyone needs something different in this area as well. I spend my days figuring out what's wrong with this or that one and how I can best get them feeling good about themselves and being a productive member of society.
7. Interior Designer: Annual room makeovers on a shoe string budget. Working with difficult clients who change their minds over dinner and trying to keep them all happy in their surroundings.
8. Proffesional Baker/Cake Decorator: cupcakes for class and play group, birthday cakes for parties, and weekly treats for home. I have designed cow cakes, and princess castle cakes. And hundreds of other "fun" things.
9. Law Enforcement: HA....this should be self explainatory as well. But it's also a daily job here. Breaking up fights, keeping the peace, getting people to follow the law, arresting and punishing those who don't.
10. Teacher: This is a non stop job I do daily as well. Daily instruction, lesson plans and arts and crafts. I don't get summers off either. So I'm well prepared for this job.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Well, first I must say that going to CHP to visit the Down Syndrome Clinic is really a highlight for me. I love the Dr. there and the Coordinator is one in a million. They are incredible with our children and really love them. I can tell. So, I was eager and happy to go today. I packed up all 3 kids and off we went. Main Campus garage was full, so we had to park in BFE at the Mid Campus garage....No big deal....a little extra walking.
The Day started great, got signed in and called into the Clinic ASAP. Our Clinic Appointment was awesome! I promised the boys McDonalds if they could just be good through our visit. They were good. So we were going to head to McDonalds.
Just as soon as the blood work was done. Oh boy.....That was were the day went to crap. All 3 kids began to Cry and act out. Crying, waiting, crying, waiting, one after the other they cried. My patience was wearing thin. *You're the grown up* I kept telling myself. Yes you're thirsty, yes you're starving, yes you're tired, and yes we've been waiting for an hour (If you count the clinic appt it was over 3 hours waiting)...But you're an adult. You can do this. An hour later I wasn't so sure. running after this kid, chasing that one, grabbing the other one again, rocking the stroller, baby crying, toddler screaming, older child tantrumming.....around and around we went.....
UNTIL....I became THAT mom. You know the one, hair all crazy, eyes glazed over, spit up on her clothes, screaming at her kids....SIT DOWN NOW, YOU SIT HERE...STOP THAT....I MEAN IT!!!!! I drag all 3 screaming kids to the check in lady and proclaim in my nicest possible fake voice imaginable....That I WILL NOT WAIT ANYMORE..."please" (I did say please) give me back my prescription so I can go to a different place to get this blood drawn that won't make me wait for over an hour. I have had ENOUGH of "THESE" children.
So, the lady says...well you're next. *rolling eyes* I say ok...well then lets get to it.
Brother Baer starts crying in fear the moment we walk into the room. Then baby Bear starts. Then Little Baer starts. And somehow in the midst of the madness I am content knowing that the slow people that led me to this depth are now listening to what I was listening to. For the entire time. Both arms and 2 sticks later we get enough blood.
Finally we are done and after searching out the parking pay booth in this crazy garage I finally am free.
*phew* I actually became that mother today. Oiy
So NOTE TO SELF (and you) Don't judge those poor mommas. :) They may have had a day like mine.
Monday, June 13, 2011
So I was reading my old blog that I wrote before Trenton's surgery. His 2 year happy heart day is coming up quickly. 2 weeks from now. I feel like a completely different person then I was 2 years ago. And I guess I am. We all are. Things like Open Heart Surgery changes your life. FOREVER. But this isn't a bad place to be. I now feel that I am where I am supposed to be. Where God wants me. Spending my days doing what I love. Being a stay at home mom. Advocating for and supporting CHD families. This is my life. And I feel confident now. I wrote in a post 2 years ago how I wanted to feel confident again. Well.....I do. I feel confident that I am on the right path, making the right decisions, and working God's plan.
there's still a part of me hurting. I never realized it till I realized that it's been 2 years and I still can't open up all the stuff from Trenton's surgery. I can't make his scrap book yet because I can't bear to look at those things. 2 years and I'm not ready. It's ok though. I'll be ready someday. And until then it's safe in the tote bag I received from the Tulsa Mended Little Hearts. Everything from his stay is in there. The pictures, the journal I wrote, the things we saved. It's all there waiting. Waiting for me until the time is right. Maybe it will be 3 years. Or maybe 5...I don't know. But I can tell you that I can remember every moment of that stay. Every moment of that day. Every feeling, every sound, every smell. That I think will never go away.
But here I am. On the other side. And it feels good. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of those days before surgery. And there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about CHD's. But now here....Life is "normal" Life is good. And life is happy!