-1-The Surgery. As you may recall, Joah was scheduled for a tonsillectomy on March 18. That seems like a year ago now! First, let me thank any and all of you who said a prayer on the little guy's (and my) behalf. The good news is that from check-in until check-out, the whole saga was over in about 3 hours. The surgeon said everything went well and the sleep apnea issues should now be completely resolved. We were told that Joah may also need to have tubes put in his ears during the surgery too, but the surgeon said the ears looked good so we were able to avoid that part. Joah was such a trooper walking into the hospital, insisting on pushing his suitcase the entire way.
|Pre-op Joah. Somethin's up...|
The poor kid had no idea what he was in for. Nor did I. Which leads me to...
-2-The Recovery. Okay. So before the surgery, in typical helicopter-mom fashion, I asked the doctor about a million questions and then a few days after that, I called his nurse (the doctor was kind enough to give me her number, or maybe he was tired of talking to me?) and asked her about a zillion more. I wanted to be as prepared as possible for what was ahead. I have to give the nurse credit, she was honest. Completely honest. In her words: "after the surgery, be prepared for at least a week or two of hell". Did I believe her? Not really. She's just painting the worst case scenario, I told myself. That'll never happen to me, I thought. Joah's a tough kid and little kids always bounce back fast, right? Wrong.
|Recovery room Joah. No way was he eating that popsicle!|
|Wiped out after the Battle of the Medicine.|
-3-The Packing. Did I mention that during the post-surgery trauma, we were also trying to pack up the rest of our household so that we could move it 500 miles east? Normally, I take a lot of pride in my ability to plan things to the n'th degree to avoid all foreseeable chaos.
|Missouri house chaos.|
- a) The realtors all agreed that our house probably would sell for less than what we paid for it. As in, what we paid for it 12 years ago. And on top of that, we were told our septic has a "70% chance" of not meeting the (newly revised, of course) county codes and if so, those repairs could add up to another 10K of financial loss for us. So, I am seriously considering starting a novena for our septic system. Would that be sacrilegious?
- b) The U-Haul facility decided to not notify us of the location of the truck we were renting until less than 24 hours from our scheduled pick-up time. When they did finally notify us, they told us the truck would have to be picked up an hour away from where we lived AND that the trailer we were also renting from them could be picked up at ANOTHER location an hour away from that one. Thank you U-Haul, for always keeping convenience to your customer in mind.
- c) The scheduled day of actually loading the U-Haul, this happened. As my dear husband, who is also a certified weather spotter, pointed out, this was not the heaviest and most rainfall we'd received in 24 hours in a year . It was the heaviest and most rainfall we'd received in 24 hours in SIX years. Boxes got soaked. Valuables got water-damaged. But at least the U-Haul didn't blow over in the 50 mph wind gusts. It did rock back and forth pretty good. Seriously.
|Photo taken at around 2pm just before the sky fell out.|
- d) Finally, after storms were past and the truck loaded, Tom turned the key to start the U-Haul and "click". Dead battery. Apparently the "auto" part of the "auto-shut-off" on the U-Haul light in the back of the truck was not functioning and with all the lightning around, we had failed to notice. Commence looking for jumper cables, more phone calls to the U-Haul customer service department, etc. etc. An hour later,Tom went to pick up the trailer for towing our car and get it hitched to the U-Haul. When he got there, he was told by the U-Haul rep...
- e) ..."Sorry, but we don't have anyone here to help you hitch that up and we close in an hour." This is when the angel appeared. He was a middle-age guy who looked like he came straight off of Duck Dynasty, wearing his overalls, sporting an unkempt long beard and saying that angelic phrase "is there anything I can do to help you?" Turns out, he knew all about how to hitch a vehicle-towing trailer to the back of a U-Haul and he helped Tom get the job done. The guy didn't work there, he just happened to be "hanging around"? I'll take that as a sign.
|A moment of distraction.|
|John deciding that he too, can regress and look pitiful for attention.|
I don't blame him for acting out. I can totally relate because....
He's not the only one who has regressed these past few weeks. When Lent started, I was determined to tackle my "anger" issues...best described as losing my temper in 3 seconds flat when I was feeling overly stressed and physically exhausted. I was making a conscious effort to take deep breaths, walk away, count to ten, say a Hail Mary, anything that would defuse any anger I could feel building up in me. And it was working great. And then these past three weeks happened, and after night after night of less than 8 hours sleep (caring for Joah) plus having my parents in the house for two weeks (they were gracious enough to come help but having two extra people in a small house during all this didn't exactly reduce stress) plus all the non-signs I already described took their toll and regress I did. It wasn't pretty. I am ashamed. I apologized. Thankfully, I have an understanding family.
-5-The Trip. So, last Friday was it. I watched our home of 12 years fade away in my rear-view mirror and headed east with my two little boys in the backseat (Tom left the day before to get a head start) and a tear in my eye. I am happy to be moving back to Kentucky but I can't deny that the time spent in Missouri was not only the most important chapter in my life, but also the hardest, and with that recognition came bittersweet emotions.
I was a bit concerned about making a 9 hour drive with two small children alone but God was with me the entire way. Thanks to His grace and our vehicle's DVD player, we made the trip with only two potty stops and no tantrums. The boys did great and are so excited to be in our new home. They have lots of space for riding their trikes and there is no traffic to worry about. In the distance, we hear frequent trains as they pass through and blow their whistles and each time he hears one, Joah will stop what he is doing and exclaim "you hear that? that's a northbound one" or "you hear that? that's a southbound one". Most of the time, he is right about the the direction the train is heading. Pretty amazing to this mama.
I am enjoying the fact that Tom telecommutes now, and he has been consistently working from about 6 a.m. until 2 p.m. and then he is free to help me do unpacking, watch the boys, whatever. No more 2 hours every day spent driving to and from work. It's great and has been a long long time comin'.
|Life in Box Land.|
All remaining boxes have been sequestered to spare rooms where they will not be calling my name every moment. I have also been enjoying using this move as a means towards simplifying our life by having less "stuff". Moving has a way of reminding you of just how much "stuff" you can accumulate in a short period of time and how much "stuff" you really don't need. It has been spiritually liberating for Tom and me to downsize our material possessions. Plus, the house looks a lot better for it!
|...and ready to move on (no pun intended!).|
Thanks to Jen for hosting. Have a great weekend!