Monday, January 11, 2016
Since the last time I posted we got some very troubling news about our dear friend and mentor, Mr. Tom McCullough. He has been diagnose with pancreatic cancer and needs prayers desperately. I was going to post more about this amazing man of God, but I am still processing my thoughts and will post another time, but I ask you to please pray for this precious friend.
We all made it through the first week back from break. Three worn out kids were picked up Friday afternoon. When Chloe came out of school Friday she seemed a little off, as in she was hiding something, but I couldn't figure it out and I decided it was just because she was tired. On Friday's when we get home the kids take everything to their room and basically have free time before supper, so I did not see much of Chloe because she chose to play in her room. We had some chili left over from the night before, so I decided to make a pot of chicken noodle soup and we would just have soup and sandwiches for super. I knew it was going to get cold here this weekend, so it was perfect to have leftover soup. We all sit down for supper at the table and Chloe is not eating. She is just sitting in the seat acting strange. Jeremy and I both kept asking her what was wrong or if she was not feeling well because Chloe is usually asking for seconds before we are even done with our first helping. I then started to notice that she would quickly take a bite when I was turned away or doing something else. I kept watching her and she was trying to eat chili without using her hands. She also had a Capri Sun and she was bent over using the straw without using her hands and I figured it out and made me show me her hands! Now, before I tell you what was on her hands and seem like an unreasonable parent, most things that Chloe gets in trouble for these days fall into two categories. 1.) They are things that a child would do, but more like a 5 year old child not an 8 year old, 2.) Things that in of themselves are not bad, but things that Chloe always takes to another level and then we have real problems or things she has specifically been told not to do. With that being said, she shows me her hands and one hand she has taken a blue sharpie and "painted"' her nails, and not a good paint job at that, with clumps of glitter. The other hand her nails are painted pink with glitter, but with actual nail polish and it is not too bad of a job. She is not allowed to use nail polish and I do not polish her nails. Every time her nails are painted she takes it upon herself to paint whatever she wants with whatever nail polish she can find, so she disobeyed and then tried to hide it. Our biggest issue is that the marker painting was done during class while she was supposed to be doing her work. She still has not figured out that mom will always find out :).
Well, I had another fall yesterday before church. This time I slipped on the top step going down to our back door. Thankfully it was only two steps that I fell down, but I hit my lower back, basically my waist line, on the top of the stairs and I hit my elbow on either the wall or the stairs, I have lots of experience with falling and usually I can process while I am falling so I can either catch myself or I can turn my body so it will not be so painful, but not yesterday morning. I fell fast and I fell hard. It is the first time I have fallen and I thought that I might need medical attention. I am still not totally convinced that I do not need to see a doctor, but I think it is just bruised and you know my years of medical training have qualified me to make that decision :). I usually do not cry when I am hurting physically. Yesterday I cried for about 40 minutes and my husband was really worried. I am keeping an eye on it and gauging my pain level. I have a bruise that spans from the middle of my waist line around to the left side of my body and any pressure (even my pants) is very painful. It doesn't really hurt when I am walking or standing up or even if I am sitting without leaning up against anything. The drive to school this morning was not pleasant. Anyway, please pray that I take it easy today and that I will not be stubborn if it starts to seem I need to see a doctor.
I only took one picture this weekend.
Please let me I am not the other one that feels this way sometimes...
We all made it through the first week back from break. Three worn out kids were picked up Friday afternoon. When Chloe came out of school Friday she seemed a little off, as in she was hiding something, but I couldn't figure it out and I decided it was just because she was tired. On Friday's when we get home the kids take everything to their room and basically have free time before supper, so I did not see much of Chloe because she chose to play in her room. We had some chili left over from the night before, so I decided to make a pot of chicken noodle soup and we would just have soup and sandwiches for super. I knew it was going to get cold here this weekend, so it was perfect to have leftover soup. We all sit down for supper at the table and Chloe is not eating. She is just sitting in the seat acting strange. Jeremy and I both kept asking her what was wrong or if she was not feeling well because Chloe is usually asking for seconds before we are even done with our first helping. I then started to notice that she would quickly take a bite when I was turned away or doing something else. I kept watching her and she was trying to eat chili without using her hands. She also had a Capri Sun and she was bent over using the straw without using her hands and I figured it out and made me show me her hands! Now, before I tell you what was on her hands and seem like an unreasonable parent, most things that Chloe gets in trouble for these days fall into two categories. 1.) They are things that a child would do, but more like a 5 year old child not an 8 year old, 2.) Things that in of themselves are not bad, but things that Chloe always takes to another level and then we have real problems or things she has specifically been told not to do. With that being said, she shows me her hands and one hand she has taken a blue sharpie and "painted"' her nails, and not a good paint job at that, with clumps of glitter. The other hand her nails are painted pink with glitter, but with actual nail polish and it is not too bad of a job. She is not allowed to use nail polish and I do not polish her nails. Every time her nails are painted she takes it upon herself to paint whatever she wants with whatever nail polish she can find, so she disobeyed and then tried to hide it. Our biggest issue is that the marker painting was done during class while she was supposed to be doing her work. She still has not figured out that mom will always find out :).
Well, I had another fall yesterday before church. This time I slipped on the top step going down to our back door. Thankfully it was only two steps that I fell down, but I hit my lower back, basically my waist line, on the top of the stairs and I hit my elbow on either the wall or the stairs, I have lots of experience with falling and usually I can process while I am falling so I can either catch myself or I can turn my body so it will not be so painful, but not yesterday morning. I fell fast and I fell hard. It is the first time I have fallen and I thought that I might need medical attention. I am still not totally convinced that I do not need to see a doctor, but I think it is just bruised and you know my years of medical training have qualified me to make that decision :). I usually do not cry when I am hurting physically. Yesterday I cried for about 40 minutes and my husband was really worried. I am keeping an eye on it and gauging my pain level. I have a bruise that spans from the middle of my waist line around to the left side of my body and any pressure (even my pants) is very painful. It doesn't really hurt when I am walking or standing up or even if I am sitting without leaning up against anything. The drive to school this morning was not pleasant. Anyway, please pray that I take it easy today and that I will not be stubborn if it starts to seem I need to see a doctor.
I only took one picture this weekend.
Please let me I am not the other one that feels this way sometimes...
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