This past week...
Friday - Gray had a migraine. I will just leave it at that. I had a panic attack that lasted two days.
Monday - My car always has low tires consistently - Mike is forever putting air in them. At the bus garage, I noticed that my car is leaning to the left while parked. I checked the tire pressure and it’s at 15 psi. Fantastic.. I then spend a good portion of my morning at the tire place where the cashier was convinced my name was spelled Aaron and I lived in Jenera, which I do not. Don’t even get me started on people spelling my name Aaron.
Then on my way home from getting Grayson off the school bus, I got shot at by a bb or pellet gun as I was driving through town. It was so loud and scared me half to death. It came ridiculously close to Grayson’s window. The police felt it was intentional but could not get a confession from the individual’s house that I was driving by when it occured. Thankfully our deductible for vandalism is ZERO and my car goes in next week for body work to fix the damage.
Tuesday - I was running late to get out the door to take Grayson to the bus garage. My car would not start. He and I packed up and started to walk to my parents to borrow their car while Mike worked on it - he was able to get it started but warned me not to turn it off. Terrific. I took it to the mechanics and it needs a new battery - it was just replaced a little over two years ago - and just a couple months out of the warranty window. Of course. I don’t do well when my only source of transportation doesn’t run well and I NEED it to be dependable and safe because I am hauling my precious cargo everywhere.
Therapy that afternoon where I was attacked continually and my hair practically yanked out my head by a defiant child. I left feeling dejected and had my typical therapy Tuesday stomachache. (It’s becoming a thing now.)
Wednesday - Saturday - all pretty good days for the most part except that my support system left on vacation and I could not stop panicking about that. But On Saturday friends came over so that was nice. Oh I forgot to add - Friday Easton spent the day with his grandma - Mike’s mom - at the farm where he choked on his fruit snacks and threw up. (Please keep in mind - this happens and within a split second and happens to us pretty often so no blame towards Mike’s mom - it’s just how Easton is! He is in good hands with her.)
Sunday - We attended church. As we were leaving Grayson requested French fries constantly. I told Mike that the last how many times Grayson has had a migraine I have had to clean up French fry throw up and I just don’t want to do it anymore. Not that he had a migraine but I didn’t want to take the chance. We get home and Grayson is really upset - and Mike has to get ready for work and leave in a short window of time and things were chaotic - so I decided to go get him his dang French fries. He rides along and is happy as a lark. When we got home, he tackled those French fries, choked on them, ran across the room and threw up all over my couch for the third time in like a month. My poor couch. And then I spent the next 15 minutes cleaning up French fry throw up and strengthening my resolve that we are never eating McDonalds again. Grayson was fine thankfully after that and didn’t have any issues but really?
I would say that this is a fluke of a week but that would be lying. This is typically what every single week is like. Well maybe not being shot at - but the weird car trouble is pretty constant - I spend a lot of time at the mechanics. All the throwing up is pretty typical for this family though. Everything going awry and amiss is about our normal. Whatever normal is.
Maybe I need a new car though and that would eliminate that constant factor each week of unrelenting car issues. ;)
Monday - My car always has low tires consistently - Mike is forever putting air in them. At the bus garage, I noticed that my car is leaning to the left while parked. I checked the tire pressure and it’s at 15 psi. Fantastic.. I then spend a good portion of my morning at the tire place where the cashier was convinced my name was spelled Aaron and I lived in Jenera, which I do not. Don’t even get me started on people spelling my name Aaron.
Then on my way home from getting Grayson off the school bus, I got shot at by a bb or pellet gun as I was driving through town. It was so loud and scared me half to death. It came ridiculously close to Grayson’s window. The police felt it was intentional but could not get a confession from the individual’s house that I was driving by when it occured. Thankfully our deductible for vandalism is ZERO and my car goes in next week for body work to fix the damage.
Tuesday - I was running late to get out the door to take Grayson to the bus garage. My car would not start. He and I packed up and started to walk to my parents to borrow their car while Mike worked on it - he was able to get it started but warned me not to turn it off. Terrific. I took it to the mechanics and it needs a new battery - it was just replaced a little over two years ago - and just a couple months out of the warranty window. Of course. I don’t do well when my only source of transportation doesn’t run well and I NEED it to be dependable and safe because I am hauling my precious cargo everywhere.
Therapy that afternoon where I was attacked continually and my hair practically yanked out my head by a defiant child. I left feeling dejected and had my typical therapy Tuesday stomachache. (It’s becoming a thing now.)
Wednesday - Saturday - all pretty good days for the most part except that my support system left on vacation and I could not stop panicking about that. But On Saturday friends came over so that was nice. Oh I forgot to add - Friday Easton spent the day with his grandma - Mike’s mom - at the farm where he choked on his fruit snacks and threw up. (Please keep in mind - this happens and within a split second and happens to us pretty often so no blame towards Mike’s mom - it’s just how Easton is! He is in good hands with her.)
Sunday - We attended church. As we were leaving Grayson requested French fries constantly. I told Mike that the last how many times Grayson has had a migraine I have had to clean up French fry throw up and I just don’t want to do it anymore. Not that he had a migraine but I didn’t want to take the chance. We get home and Grayson is really upset - and Mike has to get ready for work and leave in a short window of time and things were chaotic - so I decided to go get him his dang French fries. He rides along and is happy as a lark. When we got home, he tackled those French fries, choked on them, ran across the room and threw up all over my couch for the third time in like a month. My poor couch. And then I spent the next 15 minutes cleaning up French fry throw up and strengthening my resolve that we are never eating McDonalds again. Grayson was fine thankfully after that and didn’t have any issues but really?
I would say that this is a fluke of a week but that would be lying. This is typically what every single week is like. Well maybe not being shot at - but the weird car trouble is pretty constant - I spend a lot of time at the mechanics. All the throwing up is pretty typical for this family though. Everything going awry and amiss is about our normal. Whatever normal is.
Maybe I need a new car though and that would eliminate that constant factor each week of unrelenting car issues. ;)
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