Day 28.. or 30

 

Day 28

I counted the days since the accident and today is actually Day 30. I started the blog on a Monday after the Saturday fall, so my days are a little off. I think I will start with my new calculations.

Day 30

Yes, that's better. It didn't feel like 28 days, more like 30. I just randomly thought about the tv show "24." That is a whole season devoted to 24 hours. What if starfish had his own tv show, a 24 hour section of his life taped for all to view. Not nearly as exciting, no CTU, no terrorists threats (except sometimes he does act like a terrorist when he sees cookies and wants them). Just a thought.

Okay, so I feel like an overcooked turkey. I'm done. No, I know... it's only 9 more days. But if I were to be honest about my current feelings, I would say that I'm pretty spent. My back aches, my hips ache, my neck aches. Why does my neck ache? Well, Ethan doesn't sleep that well during his naptime, so when he wakes up he is still tired. Jared and I have been taking turns rocking him in the afternoon to give him some more rest. We have this chair that I am proud to say I found at Kmart (before I decide to not shop at Kmart) for only $60. back to the chair and my neck. I hold ethan in a somewhat akward position and he falls back asleep, but my neck is somehow always at a strange angle since his head is forcing my head to lie on one side or another. can't really explain it except that i have some sort of pulled muscle in my neck that forces me to complain often. No, I am not forced to complain. Choose joy. choose joy. oohhhh... right now i should choose sleep and that may help me choose something better tomorrow.

So anyways, this morning (Sunday) I woke up and Jared had to leave early for church. Ethan slept in a little (yay) and then I got him up to find the messiest poop we have seen yet. And by yet, I mean in the last 2 years. Jared had already escaped, so I was left with poo everywhere, including inside and up the cast. choose joy. choose joy. Reality, i put my survival mom face on and just did what i needed to do. Meanwhile, starfish just laid there smiling. Guess that's better than screaming; I wondered if he was impressed with himself.

So after that serious scrapping and cleaning experience, i got ready for church and headed out. There were some other altercations after that but I will spare the details. Thoroughly enjoyed the worship service, ethan went into the nursery, and we got some good time seeing friends and learning from Jesus' sermon on the mount. I really needed that this morning.

Came home and rocked starfish in the chair. got awful crook in my neck. traded with jared and took nap. Woke up to inexplainable starfish screams in the other room. husband and I decided it was time for a fieldtrip- so we went to Kroger and put starfish in the doublewide car cart. proceeded to get him free cookie to ward off the grumpy screams.

Here is the best part of the day. Jared and I were about to go crazy after hearing Ethan scream and feeling desperate for a break. So we found a positive outlet for our energy in the car as starfish screamed: the radio. Sometimes we turn up music when ethan is having a tantrum and it gives us a little break and laughter (is that okay?) I think its okay. So Jared and I played air guitar to Lynnard Skynnard's Free Bird. Jared was driving so his was very limited, but he challenged me to play air guitar the rest of the song. I was up for it, and played my heart out. Really. Do you know how long the riff is for that song? The radio station didn't even play the whole version but faded it out. I was exhausted by the time we got home and Jared was thoroughly entertained. He kept cheering me on to keep going, i could do it, and so I did. Wish i had pictures of this.

Anyways, we came home, changed more cast padding (that smells like a barn) and watched handy manny. I put a picture of us changing his padding, but i wish there was a scratch and sniff option for you. i know you don't wish that, but you just can't capture the true wretchedness of it until you get a whiff of it. is that how you spell "whiff?" I've never written that before.

Going to bed now, ready for a new day. Jared and I need some encouragement this week- I think we are both feeling pretty weary of life. This is my honest report of things- but its also late and I tend to feel more encouraged in the morning so I'm thankful for a new day.

Thankful for:
new days, a husband who likes to have air guitar concerts, and the old saying that Lynn Carr would tell me, "tomorrow might not be better, but it will be different" There is something so comforting to me to know that tomorrow will be different- there are just some days you don't want to relive. thanks lynn.