Is there anything better than boys in capes?
Blake cut some of his own hair.
The other day I came home from running errands and noticed water dripping out of the garage in one small area. "Hmm" I thought, "I must have knocked over something in the garage and not realized it." Then I unlocked the front door and stepped onto water. Now, as bad as it looks in the first pic, that was just the beginning. I promptly ran/splashed to the laundry room and turned the water off. I had started a load when I left, 2 1/2 hours earlier, and the washing machine had jerked away from the wall and the hose fell off. The water had continued to pour out the entire time I was gone. It was over my toes. I promptly threw the kids into the back yard and started dragging furniture into the yard, getting stuff off the floor, and putting bowls under things I could not move. A simple observation: I never realized how much of our stuff touched the floor. I mean besides the obvious furniture: baskets, things stored under other things, etc. The closet had to be cleaned out. All the laundry waiting to be washed was sopping wet. It leaked into the garage and I had to save all my curriculum and teaching files. Good Grief!! The water abatement guy came out and did a fabulous job, arriving only 45 minutes later, but by that time all the carpet was wet and ruined. Blake had a marvelous time sloshing around in his rain boots and actually asked if we could do it again sometime. We are totally bummed to have to buy our landlady new carpet a month before moving out. Such is life. I keep telling myself "It's just money, it's just money...."
I was inspired the other day by a friend's honesty on her blog and I thought I too would share something. My endometriosis is back. For those of you who don't know, I first struggled with this in college, and it has been a long and painful journey that has included 3 surgeries. I am beyond blessed to have my boys, as there was a time I truly didn't think I would have any. I am scheduled for surgery in July to clear it all out and have a partial hysterectomy. At first I was really upset at the prospect of a hysterectomy at 33, but my mom reminded me that I was told I would probably have to have one in my early 2o's, so this is quite a victory. To be candid, for years I thought every month that I was just a wimp, I couldn't handle what other women could, why did I never have energy, etc. Now, after giving birth naturally twice, I can affirm that I am in pain! I would appreciate your prayers in dealing with the pain until July and the recovery afterward. Some days are fine, but most days I am on prescription pain killers and not able to keep up with housework and the boys. As the day grows closer I am actually looking forward to my procedure and am hopeful that this will bring a huge change in my life for the good. It is my fervent prayer that when I recover my body will have the energy and strength that matches my personality. I am so thankful for the blessings of my boys and Kyle, who is wonderfully supportive and picks up a lot of slack.