I am going to just throw this out here, for what its worth. Feel free to point me back to this post anytime you think I need to be reminded of my words. I will (try my best to) never complain again when someone gets a little behind on the housework. I know that keeping up with things like laundry and dishes and all the other fun stuff that goes into keeping a house neat and clean is a lot of work. I never really realized how much work it was until I started doing it all myself. It has been almost three weeks since we got home from the hospital and although I am almost caught up on my sleep, I am far from being caught up on the housework. I think I really realized how much work it is this week especially. It is spring, so that means mowing season has started, and it only takes one day of coming home from work, mowing the lawn followed by laundry and washing dishes to give you a greater appreciation for what other people do all the time.

I appreciate all the work you do around here, and I certainly don’t mind doing it all while you are not able. I need to tell you more often how much I appreciate it, and not wait until times like this. I understand now how easy it is to get overwhelmed and to get behind. Staying on top of things around here is a full time job by itself, and If I ever complain in the future, just politely point me back to this posts and I will cease at once.

Sincerely,
Me

Yahoo has tricked me once again. A week or so ago I got on the computer to catch up on all the sites I read daily and I started checking out some of the news stories on yahoo. I got really excited when I read one of the headlines about about a Major League Baseball pitcher who was using a custom made glove with six fingers. I was slightly disappointed when I clicked the link and read that he did not have six fingers, he just pitched with both hands so the glove was custom made so he could switch pitch. Oh well, they can’t all be winners.

I enjoyed playing sports when I was younger, but felt awkward at times because using things like baseball gloves was always just a little different for me. We played softball at one of the churches we attended when I was younger, and I remember practising with my parents in the evenings. The fact that I was different and that wearing a softball glove was awkward was only awkward for me. My parents just treated it like everything else. They had the same expectations for me as anyone else, they expected me to try my best, and believed that I could do anything I wanted to do. If I dropped a ball they never made excuses for me or chalked it up to my lack of fingers, they just told me what I did wrong and gave me their best advice and expected me to catch the next one. I am sure I had my moments of self pity or whatever but they never let those moments last long. They were always encouraging and I know that is one of the major reasons I look at things the way I do now.

It is past my bed time, but I have another story about gloves that I will have to tell you about next time.

Wow, it has been a while hasn’t it? To say the last couple of weeks were a bit crazy would be an understatement of epic proportions. This time last week I was sitting in a hospital room fuming over dealing with the nurses the night before, waiting to find out when we were going to be able to go home. After a little over a week in the hospital my wife is back at home, and slowly getting better, which I am very thankful for. This past week has been kind of a blur and even though I did manage to catch on my sleep over the weekend I still feel like I could sleep for two or three days and still need more. I would never complain about taking care of a loved one that wasn’t able to take care of themselves. That’s what I signed up for when I agreed to “for better or for worse”. I admit I do grumble a little in the middle of the night when I haven’t had much sleep and it is time to do another round of medicine and all that good stuff, but I don’t mind at all. I know that she would do the same thing for me in a heartbeat, although I hope she never has to. I know that not being able to bend a knee or put any weight on it at all, and having to use a walker or crutches to get a round has to be way worse than the trips I make through the house to take care of her. I tried showing her how sympathetic I was by putting on one of her knee braces and refusing to bend my knee for an entire day, I think her amusement wore off after a few minutes. At the end of the day, the most important thing is her health and getting that knee back to working, everything else is just details as far as I am concerned, and thankfully she is slowly getting better. I know a few of you have sent me emails and left comments saying that you were thinking about us or praying for us, and I am very thankful for those of you that were.

I don’t know if there will any sort of regularity to it, but I am going to try my best to get back to writing this week. I have some thoughts on health care in Oklahoma as well as some amusing stories from my experiences roaming the hospital halls in the middle of the night that I am looking forward to sharing with you.