“Mom, what’s palliative care?”
When my 15 year old said those words last week my heart stopped in my throat. A few years ago he made friends with an older man, J, in the neighbourhood who he had come to adore. We often joked that our son had adopted a grandfather, though that joke was pretty close to reality. These last few months J’s health had been declining. He’d had many hospital stays and we knew it was probably a matter of time, so when my 15 year old asked me I knew where the conversation was going and I was heartbroken.
I’ve spent the last week either taking care of sick kids or being sick myself. In that time I didn’t have much time for things like blogging (or anything, really) but that gave me time to reflect. & some of those reflections were on my blog. I love blogging even though sometimes it feels like I’m talking to myself out here, but I find that I’m doing the same old boring things. I think I’m ready to step out of my comfort zone. I have occasionally posted some personal things, but I tend to play it safe. I think I need more of those personal touches. I’m not ready, but who ever is? Get ready for the real, raw, hot-mess mom moments.
This week has been brutal. I spent Valentine’s night (AKA my husband’s birthday) with a sick, pukey toddler, and that was just the highlight of the week. The bug made it’s way through the house leaving no one behind. In a family of 7 that means over a week of dealing with someone puking. We did manage to have a sick-free day on Saturday where Hubby and I could catch lunch and a movie (date days/nights are still important!) the next day I woke up feeling like death. Lady Girl and I spent the day curled up together sleeping and watching netflix. I lived off of apple juice and applesauce for a couple of days, and it definitely left me hangry. Today I have no energy and my house looks like a tornado hit it after there was a war waged here and I’m too tired to really do anything other than be grumpy about it. Thankfully Hubby’s a better cook than he is a domestic engineer so my kids had home made meals and not take out for three days.
The one good thing about being sick is it seems to have helped me curb my pop addiction, something I’ve struggled with lately (by lately I mean always) , and now I’ve had a few sips of it here and there but I don’t crave it like before. I guess that’s the silver lining of being sick, right?
I got married on Friday. It was a small little thing in our yard. (Don’t worry, there will be another post with more details later!)
It was perfect. We used Deezer as our DJ. I spent weeks combing over songs and finding the perfect playlist. Our song was obviously on there (Hello – Lionel Ritchie) and even though my leg was swollen we were able to have our dance right there in our patio. It was beautiful.
Since I’m still flying high on the wedding day bliss today’s Music Monday is a sappy one.
There are so many great love songs out there, but this is one of my absolute faves.
I think it’s because we’ve been together for such a long time (16 years this past April! – I know, I procrastinated getting to the I DO lol) that the lyrics really just hit home.
I’ve been on a semi hiatus due to life being busy this week, I’ll be back in full next week!
In the meantime here’s a round up of my week.
Monday: Since the weather is starting to be gorgeous again I’ve decided it’s time to shed some of this hibernation weight, so I joined a friendly group challenge on MapMyFitness. I’m in 4th place (It ends tomorrow)
Tuesday: My friend, Nikki, kidnapped me for a kidfree walk at a local campground. The scenery was gorgeous, my picture on instagram didn’t do it justice at all. I could do all my walks there and never notice how long I’m walking.
Wednesday: I had an appointment with C across town. It wasn’t something I could bring Little Miss to and C wanted Hubby with us, so Little Miss spent 6 hours with her auntie, which is the longest she’s spent with someone who wasn’t hubby or me. She did fine. I don’t want to talk about how I did…
I celebrated my 35th birthday by hanging out with Nikki and Kat. There was shopping, shenanigans, a cute server at lunch AND free cheesecake! When I got home I was ambushed by the kids and given tons of hugs. I can’t think of any other way I would want to spend my birthday. I remember dreading hitting my thirties when I was in my twenties but now that I’m here I’m realizing that my thirties are way more incredible than my twenties. I actually prefer my thirties!
Friday: Went downtown with Hubby and Little Miss to get our IDs updated. Stopped in for lunch at Fox&Fiddle (one of our fave places)
This weekend is being used for winding down and getting some housework done after such a busy week. I’ll be back to regular blogging next week.
I’m skipping my pinterest roundup today to get a bit personal because today marks a very important day in my life. Sixteen years ago in March sometime I met this crazy guy. He asked me to dinner, and I said yes (because who doesn’t like dinner?) I wasn’t looking for a relationship (in fact I had just recently gotten out of a pretty brutal one) but dinner didn’t seem harmful. Little did I know that going to dinner with him would lead me to my own love story. That dinner came with 16 years of amazing memories, five beautiful kids and a lifetime of love. Sixteen years ago, on April 2nd, as I said yes to officially dating I didn’t know I was saying yes to my future. That I was saying yes to the person I would grow old with.