Things went according to plan the past week except for that unfortunate incident of my being near death on Friday and a portion of Saturday. It was, quite honestly, the most sudden onset of respiratory/ear, nose, throat symptoms I've ever experienced. So sudden, in fact, that I first thought I may be having an allergic reaction to something. My throat literally went from fine to scratchy to blazing to pinprickling pain in a matter of a minute. I had trouble swallowing it hurt so badly. It did not make for a fun couple of days.
I'm upright and all now, but I'm at that awkward portion of crud recovery where you can be quietly minding your own business and you feel a slight tickle in your throat. The tickled launches you into uncontrollable coughing and hacking where you sound like you might vomit at any moment. Then, your eyes begin to water and your nose runs. It's quite the convincing look when you're trying to make everyone believe you're better.
I have continued to maintain my attitude of gratitude. I am sure part of that comes simply from my willful blindness to some very disturbing things about our daily life while others come from the "well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" school of getting along in life.
Sunday was my absolute favorite day. It was chilly and POURED rain, but I emerged from bed after downing several glasses of water. Man, was I dehydrated! It was M1's special day, after all, the one she had planned to celebrate her birthday in advance.
It's just her size & does everything she needs it to do. She's also allowed to take it to school because it is an ereader which is, apparently, different from other electronics that are only allowed at school on certain days and for certain reasons.
I'm glad she'll have it for her trip to visit her dad's side of the family. They leave this evening. The little dear did all her own laundry for her trip. There is something to be said for kids growing up...although I saw a three-week-old baby yesterday and nearly fainted from the sweetness he emanated.
M1, M2 and I spent the day at a local shopping area and were introduced to a rather interesting store called Charming Charlie's. Every accessory imaginable, all organized by color palette. It was a little overwhelming at first, but we managed to find a few things we felt we needed to own.
Then, M1 and I went out and had an amazing fondue experience. And, yes, I will admit to using the stopwatch on my phone to maintain proper cooking time on the meats. Let's be serious. The last thing I wanted to do was give my daughter food poisoning for her 13th birthday. It was quite an experience. The dessert could be called nothing but amazing. She had a great time too and we had an interesting discussion on the way home about boys and all that stuff. I thought I would be totally unprepared to have such frank discussions at this point in my mothering career, but there is something about arming a smart child with the truth especially when that child has a very soft heart.
M2 had a big day yesterday as her uniform and apparel order for her club basketball team arrived. She is so proud to don the sweatshirt with her name emblazoned on the back. She wore it to school today as her outerwear. They practice twice a week and I already see major improvement in her skills and her understanding of what she's supposed to be doing when. It will be interesting to see once they begin to play actual games against other programs whether or not my perceptions of her skill level is correct.
My husband continues to work like a dog. I love him and I worry about him putting in so many hours with so little good sleep. I will enforce napping rules during this Turkey Day time.
Our family photos have been edited and once I have the files, I may post some. They are gorgeous. Some of the two girls made my heart melt. It's bittersweet because we were so happy to have our family of five photographed last year. When we made the difficult decision to seek other options for M3, I worried about what the first family photos without her would feel like. It's odd, but they feel fine. I suppose it's just another gentle reminder that she never allowed herself to be folded into the family in the first place. I really hope when she joins her new family, she will.
I have a 22-pound turkey staring at me every time I open my refrigerator. The next couple days could make for some interesting blogging.