Get dressed. Brush her teeth. Set the table. Get herself something to drink. Zip her lunchbox… anything she can do, I let her.
So when she went in the bathroom this morning to brush her teeth, I didn’t think anything of it.
Until I had a few seconds of peace while getting dressed for work. Any mom of strong minded children knows that peace is terrifying.
I asked Lynn to go check on her.
I heard him tell her “Stop. No. You don’t NEED eardrops” and I could hear a scuffle.
I started hollaring “STOP!!! It’s GLUE” Because I knew in a flash what she had.
I had ordered some veterinary skin glue in case anything else needed minor stitches and I could glue it instead. Last night I saw the stitches were irritating the skin in my finger so I took them out and put some of the vet glue on it and some steri strips on it for strength underneath the bandaid while it finishes healing.
So so so glad Lynn stopped her before she got the lid off and poured it in her ear canal. So glad the lid was stuck because I was a little messy applying it last night.
Lord help us!
(Shout out to hubby. It’s his birthday today. If you see him, sing him the birthday song!)
Because of the extremely hot and dry weather we have had here in East Tn, harvest started early.
Lynn works long days and comes home with no energy left, and parched from long hours in the sun with little to drink. (Don’t harass me about packing him a cooler…he won’t take it)
Since he’s utterly spent during this season, he doesn’t pitch in as much at home. Since I pick up the slack on that, I’m tired as well weekday afternoons.
But on weekends, when I am off work it’s easier on all of us. I had fair tickets and tickets to the football game today, but I gave them away because I’m behind on things that need to be done at home. It’s the little things that make it easier.
I have a pitcher of tea in the fridge getting cooled down so Lynn can have a tall glass as soon as he walks in. I picked up the house, so it no longer looks like hoarders live here. (except for Claire’s room, she destroyed that while Caroline and I picked up the rest of the house) I washed clothes so we will have something clean to wear next week.
I took the girls to the grocery store, and must have scared some sense into them, because they acted like civilized children who had been taught manners.
I still love this season, even though we are all worn down.
You can almost feel a hint of cool in the air. There is a feeling of completion as they harvest the corn they planted in the spring into the bin.
So last night I want to the farm with Lynn and the girls. Caroline has embraced the thought of “more work, more money” and has decided to hustle. Claire is undecided still, and chose to observe
When we got home I started getting ready for Lynn to grill some shish-ka-bobs. I reached in the “seldom used kitchen stuff drawer” and grabbed at the skewers, but instead grabbed a knife. It was deep enough to need a few surface stitches.
It was a hassle to wait in the ER, but whatever. No biggie.
Until I start working on the computer this morning. GUYS.
THAT IS MY MOUSE CLICKING FINGER!!!!! Not to be all dramatic…. But…..#dying here.
It so strongly reminded me of this Bible verse I memorized as a kid in the Awanas program, I had to share. I know it’s a lot of words, so I highlighted what was especially relevant to me today. It’s the last sentence.
Man. Who would have thought a small cut on the side of a finger would impact my whole workday. But like the verse says since that one member is suffering, the rest of me is sure suffering with it. And dude, I am totally suffering! (I know I am a giant baby)
1 Corinthians 12 For just as the body is one and yet has many members, and all the members of the body—though many—are one body, so too is Christ. 13 For in one Spirit we were all baptized into one body. Whether Jews or Greeks or slaves or free, we were all made to drink of the one Spirit. 14 For in fact the body is not a single member, but many. 15 If the foot says, “Since I am not a hand, I am not part of the body,” it does not lose its membership in the body because of that. 16 And if the ear says, “Since I am not an eye, I am not part of the body,” it does not lose its membership in the body because of that. 17 If the whole body were an eye, what part would do the hearing? If the whole were an ear, what part would exercise the sense of smell?18 But as a matter of fact, God has placed each of the members in the body just as he decided. 19 If they were all the same member, where would the body be? 20 So now there are many members, but one body. 21 The eye cannot say to the hand, “I do not need you,” nor in turn can the head say to the foot, “I do not need you.” 22 On the contrary, those members that seem to be weaker are essential, 23 and those members we consider less honorable we clothe with greater honor, and our unpresentable members are clothed with dignity, 24 but our presentable members do not need this. Instead, God has blended together the body, giving greater honor to the lesser member, 25 so that there may be no division in the body, but the members may have mutual concern for one another. 26 If one member suffers, everyone suffers with it. If a member is honored, all rejoice with it.
Between work and this sinus crud I’ve been fighting, I finally got around to taking the girls to deposit their calf checks this week.
Taking a friend’s advice, I told them they could each have $25 of it to spend however they wanted. Clothes, hairbows, markers, movies, candy, toys….whatever.
This was an overwhelmingly delightful thought for both girls. And they started planning what they wanted, and where they wanted me to take them. I told them Friday afternoon was the day.
They didn’t let me forget. So off we went, and OH THE DECISIONS. We spent a lot of time wandering the toy aisles. Caroline had it in her mind she wanted a specific kind of stuffed animal…and of course she found it…and it was in her budgeted money to get two of them, which she did.
Claire carefully inspected every option and decided on a baby doll with a bottle with a toy car seat. (I tried to convince her the potty training doll was the way to go, but she was not impressed)
Caroline told no less than 5 strangers that “I fed a calf and sold it and I’m buying whatever I want with the money I didn’t put in the bank.” Thankfully, each stranger was very kind and told her that was great.
Today I was cleaning and noticed the fish tank was turning green. Ew.
So I put the fish in containers and started emptying out the water and cleaning out the tank. I refilled it, and settled in the gravel.
So I wouldn’t get the old gross water in with the clean water I poured the top off the jars with the fish into the sink. I got distracted for a minute and when I looked back there was a glimmer of pink flashing for half a second in the drain then it was gone. IT WAS CLAIRE’S FISH. No.
The girls scampered into the kitchen to see why I was howling and I told them what happened. Then THEY started howling.
“Not Pinkey!” Caroline looked horrified.
“Why you kill my only one Mommy??” Claire threw some guilt at me “I don’t have any now!”
(Claire had claimed ownership of that on particular fish. The rest belonged to Caroline)
I told Claire I was sorry and that we could go buy 3 fish right now. She reluctantly agreed and off we went to Walmart.
And hour and a half and 4 fish later we returned home to introduce the new fish to their new tank mates.
Every Saturday needs a bit of drama right? Claire is ok, I’m ok, the fish…well it’s probably not ok.