I did one of the worst things a mom could do to her child yesterday. I'm feeling a little bad. Okay, no i'm not. Let me paint you a little picture here. Mornings are crazy at the Wright house. Most of you have learned by now that I am slightly OCD. I like things done in a specific order each morning. Everyone gets up at the same time, except nate who just can't manage to drag his butt out of bed with the rest of us. He thinks he needs that extra 15 minutes more than I do. Whatever. So all the kids get up, I have to make sure everyone, including the two little ones who aren't going anywhere, get dressed before we eat breakfast. If I would just let them stay in their pj's until after we eat it would save a good 10 minutes but I can't, it drives me crazy. Breakfast is a mad scramble of who wants what to eat, kids fighting over who gets to sit on what chair (after just fighting over who gets to sit on the "favorite" heat vent), carb counting, shoe tying, teeth brushing, hair combing madness (oh who am I kidding? I don't comb my kids hair. That's why I had boys). In all the chaos yesterday dilon forgot to pack his insulin. I called nate to see if he would come get it but he couldn't because he was too late for work already (give up that extra 15 minutes and we wouldn't have this problem). So that means I have to take him his insulin pack. Well as crazy as I am with getting everyone else ready, I don't get myself ready before breakfast. I have to exercise and clean the house first. So I debated, do I throw off my day, get dressed and deliver his medicine? Nope, I can't throw my day off. So I load the two littles in the car, put on a coat and head to the school. He is playing on the playground with his friends and I can not for the life of me get his attention. Dax had no shoes on so he couldn't take it to him. So in all my glory, wearing capri sweats with long white socks pulled half way up my legs (but still showing about 2 inches of pasty white, unshaved skin) jump out of the car. Imagine the horror my poor 9 year old felt when he saw me running across the field wearing what I was wearing with no make-up, crazy hair and waving as big as I could. Bet he doesn't forget it again.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Well it's that time of year again. Tree decorating, stocking hanging, present wrapping, money spending, caramel making time of year. Let me give you a little glimpse of how the holidays appear in the Wright house. Our tree for example, tree skirt is a mess, no presents underneath because I do not want to wrap them for a second time if baylor gets his hands on them. They are just piled in nate's chair next to our bed. He loves that. Back to the tree--the ornaments are broken, big holes between the branches, and one little man who likes to rearrange it all daily. Definitely a kid decorated tree and I love it! If you're looking for beautiful you are looking in the wrong window. However, it is beautiful to this mom, does that count?
Next we have the gift wrapping. I rock at that. Here is a sample of my mad wrapping skills (not to be confused with my mad rapping skills because I have those too).
I will now officially proclaim myself the world's worst wrapper. Do they make a medal for that?
Next we have those blasted caramels that nate insists we make every year. He has the easy part of making them. I have to cut and wrap about 1000 caramels every year. I just love, love, love it (can you sense my holiday cheer?).
My caramels end up being a bit like my presents. My wrapping sucks. But don't forget what your mama taught you, never judge anything by the outward appearance. What may be lacking there makes up for it by the (almost fat free) goodness on the inside.
Notice the one on the left. I sorted through 175 caramels to find one that was wrapped good enough to take a picture of. Couldn't find one so I had to unwrap one just to re-wrap it for this. So while my intentions are to have them all look like the one on the left, reality is they will all look like the two on the right. Don't judge me, just Enjoy!
All of this caramel wrapping fun would be so much easier if I didn't have a tiny little helper
So close, yet so far.
Finally, success. I decided to stop being mean and let the poor kid have some caramel for the very first time. I think he liked it.
So here's to wishing you a very Merry Christmas from our ugly tree decorating, gnarly gift wrapping, caramel cutting home to yours!
at 2:33 PM
Friday, December 7, 2012
This post is just me needing to vent. Just a warning I am having a bit of a pity party so you probably want to stop reading now.
I know I have talked a lot lately about Dilon and his diabetes. It is funny how one thing can change your life so much. It is constantly on my mind. I worry all day when he is at school. I worry at night when we put him to bed. I wish I had more faith that things will be okay. I know they will. Everything always works out the way it is supposed to. It is just so overwhelming to know that we will always be fighting this. He will always have to count carbs and give himself a shot to eat instead of just sitting down and digging in like everyone else. Yesterday was a crap day with it. His numbers were all over the place. Really high one minute then an hour later really low, then normal, then super low again. So what am I doing wrong? I swear I am doing what the nurses and doctors have advised us. The last few times he has gotten low he is shaking so bad he can barely give himself his shot, yet he refuses to let me or nate do it anymore. We have been added to a group on facebook for families who are dealing with this. It is horrible to hear the things that are happening to these kids at school. Or to read about families that have been fighting this for years and are still feeling the way that I am now. Yesterday dilon asked me if his diabetes will be gone forever when he is resurrected. Do you know how that makes a mom feel to know her 9 year old son is thinking like that? There is a great peace knowing that the answer to that question is a big fat YES. One day everything will be perfect. Our bodies will be whole and our trials in this life will be a very small bump in our journey through eternity. I know I need to just shut my mouth. There are so many people going through way worse challenges in their lives and still I complain.....time for me to jump off the pity train now.
at 2:51 PM