Too Long

It's been too long since I've blogged. Things have been happening, I just haven't had the desire to document anything. Like yesterday, the boys were home from school and in the closet. All three. See the picture? They were writing things like "No Moms" and "No Girls", and taping it around their room and on their door. While I went around with a head cold taring down the injustice of such statements. I'm so outnumbered these days.

Speaking of being outnumbered, in all seriousness Tom said to me the other day, "I think in a year we should start thinking about having another baby." Who are you and what have you done with my husband? The thought is a little scary during this season of my life.

Now Friday was a frightening day. There I am making the rounds to the Valentine's day parties for the boys. My last one was with Talin's 1st grade class. They were so much fun and I enjoyed the worshipping hugs and gazes from the kids. So funny. "Are you really Talin's mom?" Um yeah...apparently you don't have to do or be much to be popular around there.

Anyway, we skipped out a few minutes before the bell to head home, mainly because it was snowing, Talin's school parking lot is a mini nightmare, and I had a dentist appointment in an hour on the other side of town I needed to emotionally prepare myself for.
We come over the last big hill that my house sits in the middle of, and there is a school bus, stuck in the middle of the street in the ice. Oh, and there go my breaks locking up, propelling me at a quicker speed than I'd like to be going, heading straight for the bus. In a last ditch effort to slow the car down I turned onto the embankment, almost flipping the car in the process, and fly over a couple of huge embankment bumps, before the car adequately slows enough to tap the end of the bus. If you can call it a tap. My car is still in tact. My emotional well being was shot. So many thoughts, thank goodness we're not flipped, thank goodness Tom is running towards me right now, oh no, is he going to be mad?, and thank goodness I have a great excuse to not go to the dentist now.

Car is moved out of the way down the hill, the school bus has driven off, not even knowing that I rear-ended it. We start walking back into the house when another car comes down and does a couple of circles and stops on the side of the street, and then another, and then another hits the second car. And then a bronco comes flying down, hits the second car again, and then hits the third car, which originally hit the second car. Busts up the third car pretty well, makes it to the bottom of the hill and drives off. Are you still with me? Then more cars come, it's like watching a scene from a movie. We don't have all day, so I'll make it short.

We're all standing there offering emotional support and a warm house to wait in to these people, when we see the school bus (yes, the SAME school bus I originally hit) at the top of the hill. Thank goodness he's at a dead stop and not coming down the hill, oh wait, he's starting to slide at a dead stop?? Yeah, and quite quickly, almost running one of the women over in the process and ending up in our neighbors yard hitting his tree and the power pole.

And then the pile up started to happen. Below is the picture to prove it. There were two more cars that ended up in the chaos after I shot this picture.

It all started at around 3:00, and by 5:30 everyone was pretty much cleared out and going home. The only thing that couldn't be cleared out was the school bus. They worked on it until one in the morning and finally went home unsuccessful. This is what it looked like Saturday morning. By Saturday at noon they managed to tow it off.

The craziness doesn't stop there. After we had our home back to ourselves and fed the kids and calmed our nerves, we discovered something awful. Caleb's g-tube had been pulled out. So there's my baby with a nasty hole in his stomach. Yes, a hole leading into my child's guts!! I could hardly look at the black abyss. We knew we needed to get it fixed quickly, because the hole can close up in hours and then you must perform surgery, and we know how horrendous that was back in October. So we dropped the kids off at the neighbors, and ran to the ER. At the ER I asked to be taught how to insert the new g-tube, the nurse kindly obliged and I steeled my nerves to look and learn. Not so bad.

So here I am, head cold and all and ready to stop going for once, or at least for the excitement of my life to calm down. I'm just hoping that when I move to Arizona that I can have an ice free, squirrel free, medical emergency free, tree-falling free year.