As much as I love to go away, this kind of vacay is right up my alley. Roll out of bed, stumble down to pool, have cabana boy bring drinks. Now, if Noodle would just peel me a grape. Its a much needed break for all of us at Casa de Mar. If you will excuse me my peeps next door are having donuts without me.

Then Again, It Was Worth Every Penny

 Last Tuesday night was the 8th grade dinner at school. I knew there would be awards and a slide show. I knew there would be tears. I figured they would mostly be mine.  I was wrong. So very wrong.

Towards the end of the evening the principal handed out “alumni cards”.  She called each student up one by one, gave them their card and a hug. When she had 5 cards left in her hand she said I have kept these cards until the end for a reason, and then called the last 5 up all at the same time. The 5 were Noodle and the other 4 who came over from the old school last year. That is when I started welling up.  She went on to say we have tried to skate around ( as in treat these kids like they have been here all along) this issue all year but now something needed to be said. This is when I started the ugly cry. She said “By no fault of theirs, these kids will be getting a diploma with our schools name on it rather than the one they called home for so many years”.  That is when SHE started the ugly cry.  There was more, but that said it better than I could have imagined.

Most of the people at our table were other parents of the “5”. There wasn’t a dry eye at our table. It was the final confirmation that we all made the right decision. 

I went up to the principal before we left to thank her. She said “We are just as happy to have found you as you were to have found us”. I lost it all over again. As hard as I tried I just couldn’t make any words come out.

When Noodle started school it was the destination we looked forward to.

Today it is the journey that we look back upon and are so very thankful for.

Is It To Late For A Refund?

Sunday afternoon we stopped at BevMo to pick up some beverages for the upcoming weekends. Noodle was in a mood. I noticed the good stuff locked up and pointed it out to her. $950.00 for a bottle of something or other?  She did a double take and right in the middle of the aisle with so much inflection in her voice said “Jesus Chr1st!”. I would have been less shocked had she dropped a F-bomb. I grabbed her by the arm and said “Girl, unless you are down on your knees those words had better never cross your lips again”.  I think I made my point.

But really 9 years at Catholic school and $50,000 (give or take a few thousands) later and my child said THAT?

Apparently, someone hasn’t been paying attention in religion class.

The Wheels On The Bus

Noodle couldn’t wait to ride the school bus. She started asking about them when she was about 3. We would tell her you can ride one when you are 5.  Well turns out she ended up at a school with no buses. That big truck parked out on my driveway? That was and still is her bus. I admit, at times I would wish I didn’t have to take her to school every single day.  Some days it got old real fast.

The best thing about the ride (about 30 – 40 mins each way) was that it pretty much forced her to talk to me. I knew what everyone had in their lunches and who had new shoes and whose dad was out of town. She told me everything. If another parent wanted to know something? They would call me if they couldn’t get it out of their own kid because they knew mine spilled the beans every time. Even as she got older she was still willing to share lots with me.

Those days? Are numbered. Literally.

3 more school days and my days as a bus driver are over.

Because next year she WILL be riding a real bus to school.


6 Weeks

Tomorrow will be 6 weeks since the bits were evicted. I went today for my post-op appointment.  I had a daVinci  total hysterectomy (taking my cervix and uterus, but leaving my ovaries), which in doctor language  is a RATH. Who knew.  Anyway, the reason the bits had to go was because I had fibroids. Lots and lots of fibroids. The largest one was about the size of a cantaloupe with several others close in size.  She (the doctor) said she was pleasantly surprised that she was able to do the surgery robotically as she was a little bit doubtful still as she was “feeling around” after I was under to see if it was going to work. (I had to sign off on both surgery types and even then if she would have had to do it the other way she still would have scrubbed out and went asked Hubs for consent and then scrubbed back in). A “normal” uterus weighs between 80 and 100 grams. Mine was 650+.  

As of today, I have lost 12 pounds. Some of it was the extra weight of the bits, other was from the artificial hormones (birth control for years to help control my cycle and then the injections the 3 months prior to surgery to shrink the fibroids) and some of it was just one to many oreo cookies. 

I thought sitting in the waiting room with all of the pregnant ladies and babies was going to be the difficult part of the visit. It wasn’t easy (ask Thelma she was the unfortunate recipient of my woe is me text messages) but by no means was it the hardest part.  The exam wasn’t either. I took a thank you card for my doctor and gave it to her at the end of my visit. That is when I lost it. Right then at that very moment it made everything so very final.  I am sure the people in the waiting room felt sorry for the poor lady crying leaving the doctors office, wondering  what was wrong. I just couldn’t hold the tears in anymore. 

I will miss my doctor (who I adore like crazy and would recommend her highly to everyone I know), I have seen her every 2 -3 weeks for the last 6 months or so.  She has allowed me to feel better than I have in a very long time and I will be forever grateful to her for that. 

I have lost something that gave me the greatest gift in the world, my girl.  It hurts even though we knew long ago that she would be our only biological child. We have also learned that blood is not what makes a family and know that we still have lots of love left to give and will look towards the future and adding another branch to our family tree in whatever way it is that God has planned for us.