I am hoping that with this post my luck will change.
Friday morning, I decided I had too much to do in order to leave on Monday, so I let the student I am working with know that I wouldn't be in until 9:30. I get a lot of work done, then realize that my new student will be coming at 9:30 to meet me at the Ambassador. So we rush in the car and rush out of town. I realize 1/2 way to Lincoln that Kenner didn't have his seat belt on (this would be a good time to note we have the ice cream machine in our van). I nicely stated, "Get your seat belt on." no response. I repeated a bit more sternly, "Kenner get your seat belt on." Now VERY frustrated, I say, "GET YOUR SEATBELT ON." No response. So the typical reaction of any good mother...I tapped the brake. ONLY to send Kenner flying into the ice cream machine. He pops up SCREAMING with blood gushing all over. GREAT I think to myself. I stopped on the side Hwy 77. The only thing to stop the blood was Ike's favorite blanket. No thinking... I just put it on his head and put his seat belt on for him and off we go to Sarah's house. I kept talking to Kenner to check for alertness and praying to God that my foolish move didn't cause damage to my son. We get to Sarah's and she met us with an ice pack and new washcloth. She took the two little boys and cleaned the favorite blanket. Kenner and I were off to the dr's office to assess the damage.
"What do I tell the dr?" "Do I tell the truth?" Oh no, the boys are going to Aurora in two days.... "WHAT IS GRANDPA DENNIS GOING TO THINK?" I was reminded by Kenner as we were walking into the dr's office, "Grandpa Dennis doesn't move the car until everyone gets their seatbelts on" he sniffled. I replied, "Yes I know...that Grandpa Dennis is a smart man. Mommy needs to be like Grandpa."
We go the trauma room and they look at the gash on his head. As he is lying on the table in a white room, I got light headed and felt sick to my stomach as it brought back all these memories of 3 years ago with the ventilator. Ugh! I began to cry as I felt so much guilt and emotions from the trauma ensued with the ventilator. I felt better when the nurse finished my sentence as I was retelling the story, "you tapped the brakes." She said they hear it all the time and that Kenner was lucky that this was the only thing that happened to him.
I didn't have much time, as my student was waiting for me at work. So I brought Kenner to work only to enter a whole different difficulty situation that turned a 2 hour work day into a 7 hour one w/ Kenner by my side. I will the spare the story of being SOO SOO mad, but a positive was that Kenner was very good and patient at work.
So Friday ends with a WIN at our softball game. I made a play that reminded me 100% of my mom which was kind of weird but good in all the same...as my mom was a good softball player.
Saturday begins with A TON OF THINGS TO DO (mind you this a guard drill weekend...so only mom at home). A few things on the to do list included: arranging 14 lasagnas, making spaghetti squash and sweet potato baby food, 7 loads of laundry, cleaning the house (as I can't leave an inch untouched thanks to an inherited trait from my mom), weed/feed my garden, pick up and deliver ice cream to the base, and last but not least spend some quality time with my boys before I leave for a week and spend time with Casey as he will be gone for 3 weeks to save a town in Alaska from disappearing in the ocean.
Saturday ends, Sunday begins. We were getting ready to go to church, then to Aurora when Casey calls from the base at 10:00 asking us to take him to the airport in Omaha. Off we go in a hurry as his plane leaves at 1:00. I was just going to get in the van and then come back and pack up the car, because I can't pack the boys things in the van for a week in 2 minutes. I take Ike out to the van only to find Kenner opening the back of the van up and loading up the car. It melted my heart! So I helped him with the rest of the things for Grandma's house and we were set to get Daddy then off to Aurora. We dropped Daddy off in Omaha, then headed to Aurora. We arrived in Aurora just in time to hit a storm. I still had to mow and weed eat, so I headed out quickly to beat the rain to Sprague. All my worries are over or so I thought...
When arriving home, I rushed to beging to mow the lawn. When I came out, I noticed that my brights on my van wouldn't shut off. I tried a few things, but no luck. No time to waist, I just started to mow. The mower was almost out of gas and 8 empty gas cans. Darn...I thought, "I will just mow until the mower runs out of gas." Remember I was attempting to beat the rain. It was POURING rain when I left Aurora and I saw the storm coming so I didn't have much time. I ran out of gas, then ran out to our friend's house for gas. I thought that maybe my lights would turn off after starting and running it for a bit. When I came back, I parked my van in front of my neighbor's house (which I NEVER DO). The lights didn't shut off, but still racing against the clock so I let them be. I mowed and my neighbor, Von, came to turn them off...no luck. I kept mowing. Von's wife came outside and reminded my that my light were on. I told her that I couldn't get them to shut off and asked her to tell me what lights were on and which ones were off. I turned everything on and then off. Then I noticed a little smoke coming out of the hood. "Do you see that smoke?" I asked Sam. She didn't see any, but I opened the hood anyway.
A FIRE in the electrical box. First it was a few sparks, so I ran for a glove. Then when I returned there was a small flame. Von came back out and got the fuse out with pliers. As he was pulling it out there was a flame. YIKES! No Casey so my back up was always Bob. Bob is pictured on the side bar as he is in Afghanistan. What do I do? So I called Casey's other friend Jay. He came over to look at it and said he thought it would be fine. So in frustration and needing to tell the whole world my foes...I posted on facebook. God is good! My friend Don has an Auto Repair shop and offered to look at it to make sure it was safe to drive. So so thankful!
I figured my back luck had ended with such a great ending to a rotten few days. I got up this morning, dropped the van off at H and H auto, Don drove me to the base to get Casey's saturn (which is new to us but not anywhere NEW NEW), go to McDonald's to pick up my friend Sian and head to Omaha. Get into the airport and 10 minutes before we load the plane I realize I left my phone in the car. NEAT! I have my computer at least...so I have email and skype for my kids.
Load the plane have a great flight to Detroit, have a great flight to Pittsburgh as we are descending the pilot announces that we have to go back up d/t a Stage 6 Thunderstorm. We will be circling for 30 minutes. Ok no problem. As we circle for 25 minutes, the pilot says the storm wasn't letting up so we were going to go to Akron, land, fuel up then go to Pittsburgh. Oh good. As we are descending to Akron, the pilot gets back on the intercom to tell us that we are now turning around and going to Pittsburgh, the storm had cleared. I prayed that we would just land somewhere safely and we did. AMEN!
Now some relaxing times in the hotel until the "Boot Camp" begins for being a Program Manager for EnduraCare. Anyone who has had a trouble free week and would like a few bumps in their week are welcomed to take this rain cloud hanging over my head. The only stipulation is to never return it! Have a great week!