The kitchen demolition started yesterday.
The fan over the stove came down and with it, a huge dead rodent.
The interior wall between our breakfast room and kitchen also came down, and between it - a bird's nest, with eggs. Yes, see - this is exactly why we needed to update our kitchen before it goes on the market.
The children have adopted the eggs, accidentally cracked a few open, and have found the equivalent of fossilized raisins inside.
The one remaining egg, Elizabeth named "Crystal" and after she took it to school for "Show and Tell" has crafted a cotton ball chair / chariot that she pushes around the house.
Um...?
Last week, Carolyn's vision was checked and it turns out, she's near sighted.
In case you cannot tell from this photo, she was only a little excited to get her new glasses.
Meanwhile, her sister is extremely jealous, and is certain that Carolyn faked the test ... just like she faked a vision test a few years ago in an attempt to get glasses. (The optometrist wasn't fooled.)
A few years ago, my mother suggested that Carolyn might have a problem with her adenoids, because she snores and breathes through her mouth. I didn't think too much about it, until I shared a hotel room with her during our recent road trip, and heard snoring from my 10-year old girl that rivaled her father. So I googled, "Sleep Apnea" and was interested to read that it can be an underlying cause of attention deficit disorder. When I returned home, I promptly took her to see her pediatrician - who referred us to an otolaryngologist (ear, nose and throat specialist) - who we visited, today.
Within minutes of being in his office, he'd scoped her nasal passages and it turns out, Carolyn's adenoids are huge and completely blocking her ability to breathe through her nose. Her tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy is now scheduled for next Thursday, April 30th.
Lesson learned: Mother's always do know best. Especially when they've raised seven children, their first name is Mary, and they are retired from the nursing profession.
Because we have no kitchen, I took the children out to dinner tonight, and didn't notice until we arrived at the restaurant, the outfit that Henry was wearing. At one point in life, I would have been dismayed by thermal ski underwear tucked in to his father's dress socks, and who knows what else is going on here? But I don't have the energy to be worried about things like this, anymore.
Is he safe?
Is he clothed?
That's good enough for me!
Charlie walked in, as I'm writing this, and informed me that the washer just officially broke and while the timing is fine - because we were planning to get a new one prior to the sale of the house; the timing really isn't "fine" because we have four loads to wash including the one saturated load currently in it.
The guinea pigs - who have been temporarily relocated to the laundry room while renovations are underway - were left out in the sun last week for a few minutes too long and almost died. I nearly gave our little black guinea pig, Chocolate, mouth to mouth resuscitation to bring him back - but after a cool, two hour bath, and a hair cut - and injecting fluids in to his mouth by syringe, he recovered. Now, just a week later, we think he has mange because all of his hair is suddenly falling out.
Let's see, what else is new? Well, over the weekend, my children innocently googled a picture of "kissing" and went down a rabbit hole of internet porn. Thus began conversations I wasn't expecting to have with our ten-year-olds for at least another two or twelve years. Also, we've implemented internet security measures even I cannot bypass.
My co-worker told me that my life is never dull; and I told him that situations usually comes in waves. Although lately it seems like the waves are more like tsunamis.
Like anything, it's all in your attitude. So we're trying to look at what we're doing, and the next few months of change, as a FUN ADVENTURE.
Hang on y'all!
