Chaos (Alternately Titled: Why I haven't been around much)

Life is chaotic. At times, however, the chaos can appear to take over. It can appear to overwhelm. It seems to snowball. One thing happens, and suddenly every inconceivable thing occurs. That seems to be my life lately. I'm trying very hard to trust God and not stress over things.

Here's a rundown of what I'm dealing with (in as much as I'm permitted to discuss some of these things).

Kady appears to be fairly healthy thus far. Her new medicine appears to be working, but it is very time consuming. (Not that I'm complaining! I'll take a time consuming healthy kid over an unhealthy kid any day of the week!!)

My dad is still in extreme pain. (Almost two weeks ago, he hurt his hip.) No one knows what's going on. . .He can't stand or walk. He is sleeping somewhat, which means my mom is also sleeping somewhat. We're hoping for more information (or any information, really) tomorrow.

My boss' little girl is very ill. She is in the Pediatric ICU, and we are hoping she is healthy very soon!

One of my best friends' grandmother is ill. She has cancer and the prognosis is not good.

Spring break is coming up next week, and I had hoped to take a couple of days off and take the kids to see Kevin. We really need the time away. We're all exhausted and cranky. (Unfortunately, Kev and I are experiencing a difficult time. . .)

On the positive side, Kady is wearing p a n t i e s (I didn't want some creepo finding my blog THAT way. . .). I have survived 3 weeks of [gulp] exercise. Not an ounce has left my body, but I'm proud of myself for sticking with it thus far. In fact, I think I could outrun a 90-year-old assailant now. . .as long as I could kick his walker out of the way first. . .

Anyone else going through difficult times? How are you coping?

Well, now that I've bummed everyone out, let me say that I hope you'll all stick around until my blogging mojo is fully restocked. . .Till next time!

It's never a good idea when. . .

you husband asks, "How do you KNOW a finger is broken if it's not just completely falling off the bone?"

First, he calls and says he doesn't want me to worry. He is ok. Everything is fine. It's ok. He cut his hand a little, but he's ok. It's not too bad. (I'm blonde, people. I was still not getting it.) Then, he asks me the above question.

[Deep breath]

OK, so this might be more serious than I first was led to believe. . .

He hung up because HE DIDN'T THINK HE COULD DRIVE WITH ONE HAND BLEEDING AND ONE HAND ON THE STEERING WHEEL. . .ya think?

I called his mom, who's a nurse, and who had already talked to him. She felt he should go to the ER. I'm still wondering just how bad this injury is. . .

Then, his mom told me that he called her when he was in the store buying supplies to stop the bleeding and bandage (all of) his fingers.

(For future reference: apparently, grabbing a moving fan blade on a welding machine is discouraged, as it is DANGEROUS.)

We finally convinced him to go to the ER, where he received a tetanus shot. The ER doctor stated there wasn't anything to stitch together, but he could debride the dying tissue. Kevin refused.

I still haven't seen it. I'll let you know if I pass out. I seriously hope this does not cut our shopping trip short. . .Priorities, people, priorities! (I'm SO kinda joking.) : )