WELL, EXCUSE ME.....

MC 2 come get in the shower.


Murmurmur...private (while he sits at my computer)


Excuse me? (walking in the room)


(Little chubby 5 year old hand extended to my face while he stares at the computer)
Can you give me some private please.


I feel my inner Cliff Huxtable coming forth. (Watch it till the very end:)

VICTORY!

As I am sure you have deduced by now, I can be a worrier.

I can be a worst case kinda gal before you can say,well...., anything.

The worst case then leads to a great deal of anxiety

and it just goes down hill from there.

At times, I am my own worst enemy.

So imagine the trepidation of my family and friends when I take HH to the ER.

The concern they had not only for his physical well being,

but for my mental as things proceeded to get worse.

I mean this was the perfect opportunity for the devil,

and myself,

to tear me up one side and down the other.

Open season was declared on Rhonda's mental health.

The lion prowled to devour.

He paced to and fro to look for the chance to get me.

AND.....

Praise be to God, he came up empty.

Not one "worst case scenario" induced anxiety attack.

Not one "what am I going to do" followed by tears and fears.

The one time I did think HH might be in big trouble,

I deliberately turned to the Lord and said,

Ok.

If this is where we are going,

You are going to have to take care of us.

I know You will.

I did shed tears one day,

but out of frustration for my man who was in so much pain,

not out of fear.

LET ME TELL YOU

THAT IS A GOOD WORK OF THE LORD!

Without Christ Jesus, I would have been a mess.

He calmed me.

He has renewed my mind.

He has shown me the work I needed to do to help out.

He helped me do it.

So props the Lord Jesus for renewing this mind.

May He receive all the glory!

For it is His alone.

PLAN C (FOR CHOICE)...

I was so looking forward to getting back to the routine of my week.
Doing what I needed (and wanted) to do on my own time frame.
Not happening.
Yesterday, I had planned on going to a class at church in the morning.
Walking out the door, my neighbor called.
She was having car troubles in town and needed a ride home.
I am sorry I can't help you, I have a church meeting.
Yep, sounded wrong to me as well.
So I missed the meeting and went and brought her home.
For the record, as my sister so lovingly pointed out, she was glad to see Christ at work in me because I was clearly not on board for this.
I adjusted my attitude and decided that I would hit my meeting this morning.
Seems the dentist had other plans for me.
At the same time.
So now my attempt to attend the meeting has been denied once again.
I am choosing to believe the Lord will get me at the meeting when He wants me at the meeting.
Choosing not to get frustrated when my plans fall through.
Believe me it is a choice.

GOOD MORNING!

I hope you all had a great weekend. An uneventful weekend. One that did not involve your dog biting the face of your child and having to call poison control for same said child all before noon on Saturday.
First, he asked for it from the dog and it was just a scratch.
Second, yes, those berries are toxic, but since he spit them (or it) out, you just watch for signs of sickness and go to the ER if it gets bad.
Right....cause it is not like I haven't been there enough times over the past two weeks.
Praise the Lord he was fine.
Would you like to guess which child?
Too easy, I know.
Saturday night found us visiting with dear friends who had moved away. It was HH first public appearance in two weeks. If you don't count the 2 ER trips, a doc visit and a the day spent at the hospital. They were all so glad he was there.
He was "glad to see somebody besides Rhonda".
Tacky and ungrateful thang.
Whom I love dearly and was ever so glad to see vertical.
Yesterday, with the pseudo cold weather, HH decided to prepare for deer season.
Translation.....required trip to Academy for corn and then to the feeders.
EXCEPT HH has been banished from picking up anything over 20 lbs. for a bit, so, I had to load up the corn.
While he was checking out I offered to go start loading the corn, forgetting about his weight restrictions. When he came outside and just stood there, it took me a minute to get over my shock as to why he wasn't helping and then remember why.
Then I noticed all the looks we were getting.
Looks that only continued as I manhandled the buggy to the truck and proceeded to load all the corn in the truck.
HH was squirming.
I wish I had a sign that could explain why am I just standing here.
I am not that lazy.
It's fine babe....GASPING FOR AIR....
As MC1 so lovingly pointed out earlier - But it is good for you mom. You need the exercise.
Seems I did.
Off to Audie and Grandpa's house to fill up feeders. Of course Grandpa had to do it because I am way to short to even try. Few hours later we were all set, and HH was exhausted. From sitting and watching. It is hard work. I speak from experience. It is how I try to roll.
So by 8:30ish last night, all the men were asleep in my house and I crashed on the couch.
By 4:30, I was awake.
Yep...Monday is here.

WHERE HAVE I BEEN?

I have been with him.

Getting that leak he had fixed.

(Yes, for you eagle-eyed folks, that is a Bone Collector shirt)

Maybe mocking just a bit.

Especially when the nurse told him to drop his undies,

unless he would feel more comfortable keeping them on.

He opted to keep.

Praise the Lord it was successful!

He is doing much better.

Maybe next week I can get back to my normal routine.

Maybe.

MOVIN' ON UP...

The other morning I found this outside my gate.

I know...

Who drops a kid off outside the gate?

I thought it was empty.

I was wrong.

Seems someone packed it to my house.

A sight I would have loved to have seen.

We decided that:

a. He did not like the food I bought.

b. He has decided to contribute to the cause

c. He has decided to go on and move his stuff down here.

Judging by the amount of time he has been here,

I am thinking C.

Yes, the tally is now up to 5 canines.

5 people...

F-I-V-E!

NOT THIS....

Mom?

Yes...

What did you and Dad DO before you had kids?

Not this.....

Okay, well maybe your daddy did that....