I started having chest pains the first day of summer, and they got so bad (and I got so paranoid) over the weekend when David was at a golf tournament that I decided to go to the emergency room. Luckily, a wise doctor at church convinced me to just wait and see my doctor that week. My doctor determined that my heart is fine so I had some kind of inflammation. Two weeks later, I still have some pain, but nothing like I had before. All my bunco friends convinced me it was stress. I have no idea what could be causing my stress (see two posts ago re: Kate).
In the midst of the chest pains, we had a day where our garage was overtaken by lizards. Lizards are ugly and fast, so even though they are not harmful, try convincing the kids that they are no big deal. They were all over the door frame and steps into the house. So each time I loaded up the kids to go or unloaded them when we returned (which was multiple times a day with cheer camp, swimming lessons, and gym for me), I had to carry three screaming children who were holding me with a death grip. L and B are over the lizard-phobia; Kate still freaks out every time we open the back door.
.jpg)
And finally, to end my first-world problems, Benton decided he did not like swimming lessons on the third day of class. His solution was to hide under his bed when it was time to go, which resulted in me running through (and around) the house screaming his name because I assumed my child had runaway. I finally found him when I heard whimpers from his room. Pitiful.
Since then, we have gone swimming several times (three days in a row last week) and Benton was fine each day. He was a fish.
Guess last week was just destined to be ruff.
No comments:
Post a Comment