Monthly Archives: March 2011
Yesterday was my first day at work. At 4, when I got off work, I checked my messages to find a missed call and two texts from husband, telling me to stay in town and to call him when I get off work. So- that is what I do. I find out that Evan is in the ER!
He fell from the top of a 10 foot tall slide yesterday afternoon. He was in pain, limping, and he had hit his head. So, of course, husband took him to the ER to get checked out. I’m so glad that he did.
When I got there, I saw my little boy looking so small and in a lot of pain, watching Spongebob (big surprise) in a hospital gown.
After waiting forever, the nurse came in, checked him out, and we waited some more. The doctor came in, and Evan told him what happened. He was playing on the slide with another kid, Evan was on the side of the slide (not how you’re supposed to be on the slide!), the leg that was on the slide slipped over the side, and he was dangling there, by his arms (have you stopped breathing yet? Because this is the point where I stopped breathing). Other kid tried to get him back on the slide, but Evan slipped off and fell, anyway. The doctor ordered xrays, and left the room. He had pictures taken of his bones, and after everyone looked at them, the nurse came back with stuff.
He has two (yes- TWO) broken wrists!
He also did a number on his face- poor baby!
And today, he had his casts put on. He chose one red and one black, and he has a silver metallic marker for kids to sign them with. He’s not too sure about being ‘helpless’ right now, but he’s enjoying the attention.
There has been a change in my marital status, one that I’m just now coming to terms with. So, to save space and because I’m not going to discuss it here right now, I’m just going to say that I’ve been a single parent for two months now.
This morning, I had a job interview. It went well- and while the job is only part time, I’m ok with that. After I got home, I took one look around my house, sighed heavily, and then sat down while I figure out what to do about it.
What I decided to do is what any, normal, red blooded blogger who doesn’t give a rat’s behind (OR has a reason) would do. Which is, of course, to blog about it. With pictures.
I. Am. Shameless.
The first joy of single motherhood is the sheer amount of school work that is generated by three kids. Oh, not just helping with said schoolwork, but what do you do with it when it comes home? I threw it away- until Dyl noticed and asked me why I didn’t keep his school work, because, after all, he is Dylan and therefore I should want to keep his school work.
Here, you can see Evan’s school work turned into a cozy cat bed. On my couch. This doesn’t show the school work on the living room floor, the desk and piano in the dining room, or the school work spread out through the house.
Cody made their lunches this morning. This is Cody’s daily chore- it’s not a hard one, spread some of the Smucker’s Goober pb&j on a piece of bread, slap another piece on top of it, stuff the whole thing in a baggie, add some chips or applesauce, fruit or pudding, and a drink and he’s done. Yet… every morning, Cody and I argue over this chore. I’m thinking of trading him- he can scrub the toilet and I’ll make the lunches from now on.
But the joy here isn’t that my kids do my work for me, the joy is the fact that this mess is sitting on my favorite part of the kitchen, the pull out cutting board (seriously- I love this thing. I don’t even use it as a cutting board, I use it as hide-away-counter space). This mess will sit there until Cody gets home from school and gets all his whine out and he cleans it up. So, hopefully, it will be cleaned up before he turns 18.
Yet one more joy- laundry. Clean laundry. Sitting on top of my dryer. Why is it on top of my dryer? Because kids don’t see the empty basket sitting in front of the dryer, waiting for these clothes. This is what happens when they can’t find a pair of socks, and go hunting. My clean clothes end up sitting on top of the dryer.
I’ve always loved photography. I used to love looking through my mom’s photo albums as a little kid, I loved taking pictures in high school, and I haven’t been without a camera since. I even enjoy looking at photo albums that don’t belong to me- ones where I only know maybe one person in the entire photo album. Photos fascinate me.
It’s taken me a long time to figure out why- why do I want to look at these pictures? Why are they fascinating? The answer is simple- photos are a glimpse of not just other people’s lives, they’re what someone else is seeing at a specific moment in time. We may not understand why someone felt the need to snap a picture at that moment in time, but the point is- something at that specific moment was important enough for someone to want to capture it forever. Some pictures are self explanatory- a child with a birthday cake, a woman in a bridal gown, a young man in a cap and gown, holding up his diploma. But most pictures aren’t- the meaning isn’t clear.
For me, that doesn’t matter. The beauty is in not knowing- just knowing that the person or place or object was important to someone at the time the picture was taken.
That is what my P365 is about- showing what is important to me, at any given time. I won’t explain everything. Not everything needs explaining. So yes, you may see pictures of billboards advertising shamrock shakes (which, btw, is even MORE evil since they are now OUT of those shakes), or pictures of my cat or dog, or even pictures of my kids. There will be landscapes, there will be foliage. And there will be things that are funny to me- but maybe not so much to you.
That is my challenge this year- to focus on my pictures. Some will be decent. Some will suck. And that’s ok.