By Thursday, March 23, 2017 0 No tags Permalink 0

If husband appreciation posts annoy you, just keep scrolling. I’m gonna take a minute to brag on mine.

He’s amazing. I don’t mean in a starry, goo goo eyes kind of way. I mean in a down in the trenches, get the job done, I got this, kind of way.

Before I had my surgery he prepped. He washed sheets so I would have a clean bed when I came home. He went the store and stocked up so he wouldn’t have to leave me to get anything.

After surgery, he made sure I had my pain meds at the right times. He cooked me anything I was craving. He made me breakfast, lunch and dinner. Everyday. He brought me water and tea. He would come and check on me about every 20 minutes, just in case I needed anything.

He took care of everything. He cleaned. He did laundry. He fed our zoo (including children). All while trying to do his job at the same time. He never once grumbled or complained. Not once.

We’ve been married almost 11 years now. I have never doubted that he loves me. We say “I love you” to each other all the time. In fact, we never get off the phone or leave the house without doing so. But saying it is the easy part.

In the last 2 weeks, he showed me. Over and over and over again. I am so grateful to him. Not just for taking care of me and all the day to day stuff but for the example he is to my daughters of what a husbands heart should be.

James, you’re amazing.

I love you.

By Tuesday, March 21, 2017 0 No tags Permalink 0

My 1st check up went great today. I got the all clear to drive again. Woot! I also discovered that my drivers license expired in February.

So my first big outing will be to the DMV.


Chicken nuggets and ketchup

By Saturday, March 18, 2017 0 No tags Permalink 0

It’s hard to imagine that, in just 2 short months, my youngest will be graduating from high school.

Ashlee was a challenge when she was an infant. She didn’t want anyone to take care of her but me. We spent many nights sitting in a rocking chair together. She was always my girl. Anytime I would need to run an errand, no matter how boring, she was the 1st to jump up and volunteer to go with me. She ate nothing but chicken nuggets and ketchup for what seems like 3 years. She still often choses chicken fingers when we eat out.

As I have watched her grow, she has changed physically but her soul is the same. She is a devoted and loyal friend. She is practical and rational about her choices. When she was about 12, she put every dime of her birthday money ($112) into the offering plate to help build a well for clean water in Africa. She didn’t even tell me she did it. I found out later from her sister. When I asked her about it, she said, “Those people need clean water more than anything I need.”

She loves kids. Especially the littles. Watching her unending patience, compassion and unconditional love she pours out on them makes my heart soar. She is a beautiful person, inside and out. I have no doubt that she will change the lives of the children in her future classroom. I am honored to call her my daughter.

By Thursday, March 16, 2017 0 No tags Permalink 0

Hubby: How are you feeling?
Me: Bloated. Fat. And unable to accomplish much of anything.
Hubby: Well, I appreciate your honesty.

No vacuuming. None.

By Friday, March 10, 2017 0 No tags Permalink 0

On March 7th, I had a hysterectomy. Several of you shared with me your experiences after having your hysterectomy and I appreciate your willingness to share. However, many of you said that you were up & about a mere 2 days afterward. Some claimed they were vacuuming and doing dishes, laundry, etc.

Y’all. No.

You have a memory issue. Ya know, like when you have a baby and it’s the most painful thing ever but a few months later someone asks you about your labor and you’re like “oh it wasn’t bad at all!” You all have that.

This hurts. I feel like a was in a fight with Muhammad Ali. I am filled with air and slowly getting rid of it but when I pass gas, I also pee myself. No one mentioned that part. My biggest accomplishment so far…I walked to the bathroom without holding on to my husband.

So, in conclusion…y’all have no idea what you’re talking about. But I love you anyway. Time for a pain pill.