Wow, I can’t believe it! Seventeen years with my joy-boy. I’m a blessed mom. 🙂
Love you, Beautiful Boy!
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk forever in my garden. ❤ @>~>~>’~>~>,~>~>~~
So. I had such grand plans for today! It’s the first business Monday of the month, of the year! Back to homeschool for the kids and I. Up early. Get some cleaning and organizing done around the place. Get that Christmas stuff back out to storage!
But no. Just no. Despite my efforts to go to bed early last night, (at which I was successful, yay!) I woke up after only a couple hours and was up for hours. When the alarm went off, I had a screaming headache. *sigh* The weather’s been changing around here, which probably caused some of that, but still.
I didn’t get to nearly half the things I wanted to today. I suppose that’s what tomorrow’s for, right?
I keep thinking of this quote I saw on a poster when I was little:
Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life.
I guess for me, I need to change that Today up there to Tomorrow, heh.
I hope your Monday’s been better!
It started on the 7th. My husband came home from work saying he feared he was coming down with something. This scared us. Earlier in the year, beginning of June, to be exact, he came down with a severe case of bronchitis and his coughing didn’t let up for a good 6 weeks, with continued bouts for 6 more. With the way his company has been cutting back on sick days, this was not good. We tried to be hopeful – maybe it’s not sickness but just allergies.
Friday the 8th he emailed me from work, stating that he was in fact, sick again.
After he came home that night, he spent the entire weekend feverish and coughing but managed to make it in to work on Monday.
Sunday night my son told me he didn’t feel well and he spent Monday-Wednesday in bed with a fever.
Monday night, I practically coughed up a lung and spent Tuesday-Thursday in bed with a fever.
My poor husband, sick himself, doing his best to take care of the rest of us – and really that’s a first. He was just trying to hold out until his vacation started on Thursday. I can’t think of a time when he was the well one and the rest of us were not. He’s asthmatic, so he always bears the brunt of sicknesses.
Thursday, my daughter went down. She put up a good fight, bless her warrior heart, but this cough and fever had her near tears. She doesn’t do sickness well – I like to think because it’s so foreign to her. We did our best to keep it from her, to stay away from her, no hugs or kisses, etc. I guess short of a haz-mat suit, there was nothing we could do.
This thing hits hard and it hits fast. You practically don’t even have time to wonder what’s going on before you’re curled up in bed, in a shiver then a sweat. You don’t want to eat. (I ended up not eating for over 2 days, pretty much the same with my kids.) At one point, I could feel myself starting to freak out because I let my imagination run away with me. I could hear this sound in my lungs, and in my fever, I imagined it sounded like an army of tiny clicky spiders spinning crinkly webs. Shut UP, Brain!
Pain relief pills help a lot. Menthol cough drops help a lot. Vaporub is a beautiful thing, don’t knock that gem!
Hot showers, lots of water, and even more sleep help a lot.
Heating pads help a lot – those ribs get sore.
I think we’re on the upswing now though. If what I’ve read is any indication, this thing has an average shelf life of 10-14 days. If that holds true, we should be all clear between this coming weekend, and the weekend after.
It’s no fun being sick on Christmas vacation. But I guess in some ways, best to be sick then when you don’t have work or school obligations.
If you’re the praying type, prayers would be greatly appreciated.
And I’ll be praying like crazy that YOU don’t get this thing.
Some thoughts and memories get tucked away in their little boxes and you put them on the shelf and hope you never have to open the box and look at those ugly things ever again.
Then you get asked a routine question on a juror questionnaire and it feels like someone came along and just swept the box onto the floor, spilling its contents.
Have you, a friend, or a relative, ever been the victim of a crime?
You sit there, kind of gaping at the mess on the floor, and you don’t even get the satisfaction of saying, “Hey now, please clean up the mess you made!”
All I get is a checkbox, not even a space to record what kind of crime, or how many, or against whom.
I suppose, if I get called for duty, I will get asked to expand on that checkbox. In pubic. For the record.
Things I don’t even like to recall. It doesn’t seem fair. I guess a lot of people go through that.
Have you, a friend, or a relative, ever been the victim of a crime?
I could write but what good would that do? No good would be gained and I know this because I’ve tried it already. It’s an exercise in futility. For me, anyway.
Just like weeping.
I like for the ugly things to remain in their boxes, where all good corpses should be.
Why is it that when we grieve the loss of someone, it seems like not just the anniversary day of their birth or death is hard, but the entire month/s in which those events occurred?
And this morning I got news that a lady from the church I used to attend passed away last night. She reminded me of bubbles – shimmery, floaty, swirly, filled with light and joy. I can’t believe she’s gone.
I’m going to miss you, S. It hurts knowing you’re not here being your beautiful self. Please tell my brother I said Happy Birthday when you see him!
It’s my blogiversary! A sort of “big” one in the blogging world, a whole 10 years! According to “Gifts by year” sites, the 10th Anniversary gift is tin or aluminum for traditional, and diamond jewelry for modern. Yeah, we’ll stick with diamonds, lol. In honor of my 10th Blogiversary, I made a couple of images but I couldn’t decide which one I liked better. Maybe I’ll put one in my sidebar as a badge. Feel free to copy if you like.
I copied my first post and re-posted it at the bottom of this post. In so many ways, it feels like nothing’s really changed. I actually started blogging on Blogger, but imported all my posts into WordPress not too much later. Back then, WordPress only had a handful of themes, lol. I started with a different blog name, an offshoot of the name my husband was using at the time. He was Darc and I was Ness, and together … yeah, you get the idea.
Back in 2013 we decided to shake things up a bit. Google Reader was shutting down and for some reason I don’t recall, we decided to shift blog gears a little, too. So, new blog-dentities all around.
What have I learned in a decade of blogging? Well, one thing I’ve learned is that a lot of people come and go, and many bloggers took off running when FaceBook came on the scene. And Twitter. Lots of people like the short, punchy update styles of those sites, and blogging seems to require more. Of course, you can do those short update types of posts here and have it automatically forwarded to those sites if you want. I think blogging offers more alternatives for all the different kinds of writers than places like FaceBook or Twitter. I also think blogging offers more opportunities. FaceBook seems more geared toward a community of people you already know, Twitter … well, 140 characters, enough said! But blogging – you can find new friends, include old friends, and find whole new groups of people to join, from anywhere in the world. Short posts, long posts, picture posts, posts in between, blogging can cover all of those. It’s like a one-stop-shop of connecting. And on WordPress, you can even do private posts for those things you just want to write but not necessarily share.
I’ve learned there’s a new crop of bloggers in town, a crop that needs to share who they are and what they cope with. Bloggers who are looking for community, and who use blogging as their soapbox.
I’ve learned that a lot of people are so over that “make money blogging!” thing, thank goodness! Sometimes people will use a blog to promote a product or service, but no one tries to use their blog itself as a money maker anymore.
I’ve learned there are people out there who follow your blog with no intention of ever connecting with you, they’re only looking for a return follow to sell their product and they un-follow as soon as you follow them back.
I’ve learned that some of the best friends can be made through blogs. *waves at friends*
I’ve learned that it’s usually best to just go with the flow on blogging – just blog what you feel. I spent four years blogging every single day. I reached this silly place where I joked that the world would stop if I didn’t blog. but in a weird way, you can over-do this thing. There really isn’t any pressure, no one’s keeping score, no one’s judging your posting productivity, and nothing bad will happen if you don’t post on a certain schedule. I promise.
I’ve also learned that by and large, stats are meaningless. Oh sure, I did the thing with keeping the stats page open all the time just to see if anyone had visited my blog, in the beginning. It’s fun at first. But eventually you realize that you won’t get any new visitors by watching the stats page, lol. Stats pages really are more for businesses who are trying to target buyers and if that’s not you, then stats won’t really serve a useful purpose, other than to see all the neat places that people are from. That, and to find the isp of the person who left a nasty comment and is trying to troll you.
Ultimately, I’ve learned that blogging itself is meaningful. A blog is so much more than just a picture that you might see of someone’s vacation. A blog is someone’s heart on display. It’s all the things they think are funny, the things that hurt them, the things that anger them, the things they struggle with, the things that inspire them, the things that bring them joy, and the things that make them weep. It is their memories, their present situations, and their future-hopes up there for all the world to see. So tread lightly in your comments on someone else’s blog, because hearts are tender, and meaningful, things.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sharing this journey with me. To 10 more!
A Meaningful Post …
“Leave a meaningful post,” my husband said to me, after I started my blog. “Define meaningful,” I wanted to ask, but knew better. If you knew my husband you’d know that asking any kind of open-ended question will either lead to a smart-assed retort or a thoughtful reply that we can generate into hours of verbal fun. And I mean that in a good way. My husband gives really good mind.
My son’s pretending to cut my hair (after a trip to the salon today) and the baby wants to nurse, and I’ve only had about 3 hours of sleep. Sleep is meaningful, especially when you haven’t had any. I should know. I think in the last 5 years I’ve only slept about 6 months worth. Life has certainly been eventful, and that’s meaningful too.
This weekend got me thinking though. It’s an anniversary of sorts. My husband and I met face-to-face for the first time over Labor Day weekend. That meeting changed my life, and there’s not much more meaningful than that. One day I might detail how we met. Our coming together is the sort of thing that I’ve only seen in movies and read about in books – it just doesn’t happen in real life, and certainly not in mine, until I met him. It was magical, ethereal, the stuff that dreams are made of, and more precisely, the stuff that dreams made. It was one of the most spiritual events in my life, on several levels.
Labor Day weekend also makes me think of labor. Not the kind the holiday was intended for, great American labor and ingenuity, but labor as in giving birth, and that’s pretty meaningful too, to bring life into the world. I’ve spent years breastfeeding my children and I consider that to be one of the most meaningful things I’ve done. I may not win mother of the year, but I’ve given my babies the best start I could. And I hope that’s meaningful.
I look around our place and see the boxes as we are preparing to move, I see my baby toddling about and my son in his Spiderman costume, and in a way it all gels. This is what life is about. It’s not the big things, it’s the little things, the day-to-day raising of your family, the little gestures of thoughtfulness, making dinner and doing laundry, spending time just hanging out as a family. This is what meaningful is about. Giving meaning to the moments, making them count, making them peaceful and a comfort; keeping, as best we can, bad things from happening. Yes, there are monsters out there, all kinds of bad things that can and do happen, and I guess I’ve learned that as much as we want to make wonderful things happen, sometimes preventing the bad things from happening can be just as much, if not more, meaningful.