3/6/11

really?

You know there are days when I wonder what life is going to throw at me next. Things have been pretty rough lately. I've done my best to hold myself together and keep my head up. Tommy was called back to work a month earlier than expected. Great! A few days after that my mom fell while carrying Lucy. She (my mom) ended up with a shattered ankle. Nothing three plates and 30 screws wouldn't fix. Fast forward a few more days and Lucy got sick. I finally gave in and took her to the Dr. He listened to her lungs and sent us for a chest x-ray. Poor thing had pneumonia and both ears were slightly infected. Luckily she loved her medicine and was better in a about a week. Tommy's work picked up and he was putting in a lot of overtime. I was starting to a little bit of light at the end of the tunnel. What was I thinking? This past Monday I got a phone call at 3:55am. Tommy had fallen at work and broke his ankle. I couldn't believe what his supervisor was telling me. I had to quickly get myself together and get Lucy packed up. I took her over to my parents' because I didn't really have any other option so early in the morning. I'm very thankful that he was not hurt any worse. He too had to have surgery. He does not have as much metal as my mom though. He has six non-weight bearing weeks ahead of him. He got a new cast put on Friday and since then he seems to be in bit more pain. He spends his time in the recliner with his leg elevated on at least one pillow.

Throughout all of this Lucy has had a hard time coping. After the fall with my mom she was scared to go outside. She still says, "Snow? Ice?" when we leave the house or get out of the car. When we are at my parents house she stays away from my mom. She doesn't know what to think about the changes. Now that her daddy is hurt as well she is really out of her element. She is acting up more (I can't keep up with her getting into things), needs me more than usual (pretty much just follows me around and doesn't really play), is not sleeping through the night (goes down in her own bed but ends up in bed with me at some point), is not eating as well and in general is just not herself. We have been very patient with her and I'm talking to her about what happened and that it is okay. I found a book that talks about different "boo boos". If she needs help with something I have her ask her dad. We took her with us on Friday to get his new cast on. I thought it would do her good to see that his leg is under there and see the new cast go on. She did very well considering. Tommy went with a colorful cast hoping that it would be more appealing to her. I thought it was pretty sweet. Not too many men would go around sporting a pink stripped cast! I know this will all pass and there will be many more experiences that we will have to work through as a family. I just hate to see my little girl scared of her grandma and daddy.

I'm finding it difficult to find the balance between it all. Work is busier than ever. Lucy is requiring more attention than usual. Tommy can't do anything. I feel like I haven't done enough for my mom. Housework is something that I just can't seem to find the time for. I'm trying my best to continue to keep it all going. Last week I was so exhausted by the time Lucy and I sat down that I was almost asleep before her. Right now I'm looking forward to spring and warmer weather. Although that just means that the grass is going to grow and I have no idea how to use the lawn mower! Ha.

I had more cohesive thoughts for a blog post earlier today but I must have lost them somewhere between changing Lucy's poopy diapers and emptying my husband's urinal.