Just a day in the life...

So I was struck by the sheer hilariousness that is my life today. First, before sharing, a disclaimer. This is NOT me complaining. I know my life is hard and full of work, but it's also full of crazy love, fun, and it's just down right funny sometimes! Besides, isn't EVERYONE'S life hard????

My morning started at 4:30 when I drug my exhausted butt out of bed. The initial plan was a quick shower followed by some work, getting the kids up, fed, dressed, animals cared for, and out the door by 7:30. As soon as my shower and quiet time were over I realized there is NO WAY I have time to actually work this morning. Now, this in and of itself, is a small miracle. EVERYONE who knows me well, and even some of my acquaintances, are fully aware that I am late EVERYWHERE I go. My husband will testify that I always think that I have time to quickly do some work when I so very clearly DO NOT! :)

So I wisely chose to get the kids up, feed them breakfast, and hurry them through getting ready. This plan was going great until I was telling them to get into the car at 7:28 when I realized that I never sent anyone out to feed the goats or chickens. So, I send the oldest 2 out with the hope that THIS morning, they won't fight or bicker, get frustrated, or take forever to get the animals fed so we can leave... Yeah, not so much...

While they are doing that, I'm loading all the littles into the car. Baby, check. Toddler, check. 6 yo, check. 8 yo, check. Gas that my husband was supposed to pour into my tank the night before so that I could make it to the gas station.... not so much. 

In his defense this really is all my fault. I was just hoping that he would rescue me. I really am a damsel in distress in disguise. Often. Poor knight. Last night I ran to the grocery store at 9pm because we needed eggs, fruit, syrup, and most importantly sugar for our coffee. I was tired, I was hot, and it was dark. I had $10 cash for gas and I didn't want to stop on my way home in the dark, when I was tired, and go all the way into the gas station to pay them so I could pump my gas. So, I called my knight, and he tells me to come home, that he has gas in his lawn mower gas can, and he will put it in my tank for me.

So, back to this morning. He has a jump. He HATES to jump. Naturally, he's distracted. So, he forgets. No big deal, I'll just put the gas in. I'm a big girl. I can figure this out(after he tells me in detail exactly how to do it!) I go in search of the funnel I need, because the big gas can's nozzle won't fit into my gas tank. Finally after a frustrated prayer, I find it! I stick it in the tank, prop it up, poor the gas in, AND, the stupid funnel falls over and gas pours all over my car, and my driveway. Awesome. I call my big girl over to help me out since she just finished up with the animals. She holds the funnel as I SLOWLY and CAREFULLY pour the gas in, because I'm so scared to pour it on her! About halfway through I realize she doesn't look so good. I ask her if she's ok. Nope, poor kid is standing RIGHT next to the gas I poured everywhere, and the gas I'm still pouring, and she's getting all dizzy and nauseous. Mom of the year, I tell ya! So I have her switch out with my biggest boy, and have her go get some air. We finish the gas, wash our hands, pour water on the car to rinse off the gas, and hit the road. We were only 18 minutes late leaving, and still managed to get to church 5 minutes early. Yeah, that was all God. I'm still impressed! :)

Of course, we get there and my 3yo decides he wants to pitch a fit for the next 30 minutes. However, all the other kids were fantastic. I was able to help out, and my baby even stayed in the nursery(a first, THANKS KELLY!) It was really a blessing to go and help out today. Little Dude snapped out of his bad attitude and I think that he even had fun. I'm looking forward to the rest of the week at church.

Now I just have 5 loads of laundry, 2 loads of dishes, a floor to vacuum, dinner to make, and 2 hours worth of work after the kids go to bed. Ah bed, can I go to bed NOW? ;)

Yeah, I'm not 18 anymore

You know when you have one of those moments, when you realize you aren't as young as you used to be? I actually have those moments a lot, but this time it was bad, and it lasted awhile, and I don't think I'm likely to forget again, at least not for the next week! ;)

So as I posted a little while ago, I started playing on the church softball team. I love it! It's so much fun, and even though I am not super good at it, no one makes fun of me, and everyone is nice when I mess it all up! HAHA!

We had a scrimmage game 3 weeks ago, and it was a BLAST! Our teams were pretty evenly matched, and it was just a fun game. I connected with the ball each time I came up to bat, and I got to play through to home all but one of the times I came up to bat. That means I was sprinting, and it means I had this really awesome adrenaline rush as I was sprinting. Have I ever mentioned that I am an adrenaline junkie? I love love love doing crazy things that make me feel alive! Anyway, the next day I was understandably sore. I stretched, and stretched, and stretched. Something was off, but I kept thinking I was just sore. I had this weird shooting pain if I propped my legs up, and then went to get up, but I just kept thinking that I could stretch it away!

So 2 weeks ago we had our first 2 games. I didn't get to play in the first, we have SO many awesome ladies playing that we have to take turns, and did I mention that I'm not so good? Not exactly starting material(just kidding coaches!) The second game though... I connected with the ball and tore off running. Yes! :) Then I got halfway to the base and had this awful searing, tearing pain up both my quads. I literally almost tripped and fell over. I didn't. I kept running(I'm sure I looked super retarded). I made it to the base and thankfully got out, b/c otherwise I would have had to run to second! I tried to walk it out, and stretch it out, and it would NOT release. Both of my quads were in this awful constant contraction.

I left the game after it was over, and went home. Hot bath, ice, rest. The next day, still pain, and then swelling. I went into the ER. The doc who spent like 2 seconds with me, didn't even bother to look at, or bring in my chart(his admission) hurried me through to a micro tear(AKA strain) diagnosis. He was just as baffled as I was that I managed to hurt BOTH legs. My best friend says that it's b/c if I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it all the way. A very good observation! HAHA! I guess this is a common injury for runners b/c our hamstrings are stronger than our quads so if we sprint we can tear the quad muscles. The doc said to take tylonol and motrin, rest, and wait. I am thankful that I looked it up, and have a super smart RN mommy who both said DO NOT TAKE MOTRIN Apparently this causes bleeding in the micro tears which increases swelling, bruising, and pain.

The next week was full of owch that hurts walking, wondering if it was worse, TONS of bruising, and a visit to my PCM to make sure he agreed with ER doc's diagnosis, which he did. The next Friday I woke up pain free, YAY! But I had this awful headache. Anyone who knows me knows that I get these stupid headaches if I don't sleep right. If I don't take 2 extra strength tylonol and 1 800mg motrin, I will have the stupid headache for 3 days! And yes, this sucks when I'm pregnant and can't take the motrin! So, I think well, it's been 2 weeks since I hurt myself, and I'm pain free, I'm SURE it'll be fine to take a motrin. WRONG! Pain for the next 3 days! :(

Things are healing up nicely now. I have some pulling pain in my right knee occasionally when walking or stretching but that's about it. I am planning on trying some light jogging today, and if that goes well, I'll be trying to play in the game tomorrow! :)

So now that you read my 7 page paper on my retardedness, please remember, if you aren't 18, don't act like you are! HAHA! Needless to say, I probably won't be sprinting the bases anytime soon! Act your age, not your shoe size people! :)