Needles are never a good start to your day...
Yup! You guessed it, I had a bad day! That song is now playing in my head, and probably yours too...moving on. So as many of you know, I have been having some crazy knee troubles for about a month and today I finally went to an orthopedic doctor to find some answers. My knee was very swollen and he suggested we drain some of the fluid for relief. So, in the REALLY BIG needle went and out came about four tablespoons of yellow liquid. Sorry if this is a little graphic. I only tell you this for two reasons. First, I discovered I am one tough woman today because instead of screaming out obscenities and crying like a child during the EXCRUCIATING pain, I simply gasped. Yes, I am fishing for some pats on the back here! And, second to warn you all... NEVER allow a man with a needle to go near your knee! Although it did feel better for about twenty minutes, I have been a lot more pain ever since.
Never a good day when you hurt, but definitely not a good day when you hurt and you have two babies that are hacking and crying and haven't slept for more than twenty minutes all day. To top it all off you have a three year old who didn't quite make it to the potty (number two) and left his mark all over the toilet, floor, rug and of course his clothes. The underwear got tossed, because I was not even going to go there today. Then of course (I brought this one on myself) I got Jordan a plane ticket to Salt Lake for his birthday to go skiing, and it was scheduled to leave tonight! Why did I think that was a good idea? So while he is trying to leave, I am holding both babies in one arm, my other arm is gripping Corbin's arm (he is trying to jump on the front of Jordan's car), and I am trying to use my leg to hold Kinzlee back as she is attempting to open his back door and hop in while he is pulling out of the driveway. Meanwhile my neighbor across the street is laughing hysterically, and the children are crying hysterically. I decided to throw everyone in the car and head for McDonald's since two days worth of dishes are in my sink and the babies usually stop crying in the car. I had to listen to the sobbing, "Daddy, Daddy. I want my Daddy." for the next ten minutes until finally I threatened to pull over and stick the kids in the field with the cows if I heard any more crying. It stopped immediately! Ah, resorting to threats! Those are always good times! When we arrived at McDonald's I went over my usual talk with the kids about what we do when mommy says it is time to go. I then asked, "What happens if you are not obedient when it is time to go?" Corbin immediately pipped up and said, "You will leave us outside with the cows."
No Corbin...I will leave myself in the field with the cows, it sounds lovely to sunbathe, and eat all day!
Lots of love from the Washington cow fields!