Wishing for More Slow.

I'm home today with my littlest sweet one. She came home from school yesterday with a tummy ache and was sick all through the night, poor little thing didn't stop trying to vomit until 3 a.m. I got up with her every 20-30 minutes to run for the toilet, long after we should have because there was absolutely nothing left inside her body after the first few times. She woke up this morning with a fever and she hasn't moved that much today. It's past noon and she is sleeping now on her first missed day of school.

Saturday, Eva and Wyatt were "playing" with her old folding stroller, [which was put away but she had asked for it this week to push her doll in] and she fell over while she was buckled into it. At first it seemed like most minor injuries where we apply ice and TLC. But when she complained of not being able to SEE, I began to worry deeply. Quickly it turned into a wildly painful headache and some kind of crying and holding the head in both hands that I have never seen from my sweet Eva. I took her to the ER. She vomited in triage, she cried some more, then she fell asleep in my lap. We waited for hours and thankfully she napped. I did rouse her every few minutes, not because anybody told me to but just instinctively. Hours later, she woke up for the CT scan. We waited some more, the place didn't seem to be very busy, not that many people came and went. Finally, we were directed to wait in another non-private room, divided into three sections by plastic curtains where we could see the patients being treated through the spaces between. We waited for what seemed like EVER and then were hurriedly told the scan was negative. We left after a mostly unpleasant five hour visit. I think we had personal contact with ER people for maybe 20 minutes max. I'm giving thanks to God that was not more than a mild concussion. So lucky for me that I had my sister Renee, who is an RN and a hospital manager [not this hospital] calling me every half hour or so to find out how she was and for my own mental comfort. Poor little Eva, she's been through the wringer these past few days and just on the edge of her birthday week too.

Not very interesting but true: within all the chaos and all the soccer games, we attended two separate 50th birthday parties last weekend. Very interesting and true: Sarah has been in training and will soon be a fully accredited [I just made that part up about the accredited because I don't really know how to refer to it] altar server and will begin her service at masses next month! We are very proud of her for making this special effort and commitment.

Hey! Sarah recovered her stolen property, and verbally forgave the perpetrator! I couldn't have asked for a better resolution than that. Emily did not find her knee pad, so the money I paid for those is sunk. I did take pity on her, after watching her play in two games kneepadless, I surprised her with a new pair at her game this week, and...she owes me $20 bucks. I am really enjoying her games, or matches or whatever you call them. I am not volleyball savvy, but I'm learning.

As usual we have way too many things going on at once, often overlapping in impossible patterns. I'm beginning to embrace and accept my limitations and I have actually begin to let a few things slide from time to time, or day to day. This week I have already let two things pass without much fuss but I don't know what next week will hold, probably more of the same. It's soccer that binds up and cris-crosses with everything else and I must remember that in another month it will be nearly over so I'm gonna do my best in the meantime to stay sane and make it to most commitments and make dinner. I haven't conceded the mutual exclusivity of those three things, yet.

I've continued my swimming routine, I love to see the moon when I'm swimming back and forth, especially when it's full and beautiful like the past few nights. I am also monitoring the temperature of the pool. Summer's high was 88° and it was down to a low of 78° this week. It's getting tougher to get in the water, especially in the cool breezy evening, but after 5-10 laps the water actually [or obviously] feels very warm. Hey hey look at this! The pool is already 79° today and we are expecting 90's and near 100's for the next week so it's going back up! I love fall too people, but I want to keep swimming! It's my perfect way to get in some excercise and relax before calling it a day. I've been sleeping great too, not counting last night. I woke up yesterday morning with a crazy song in my head. It was a remix of 'All Out of Love' by Air Supply [ha!] and Black Eyed Peas' 'Tonight's Gonna Be a Good Night.' I kept hearing/singing it for a while in my head, and it actually sounded pretty good to me! I wish I could wake up every morning with a mish mash of songs in my head.

Bookwise, I finished the Great Gatsby, which was thouroughly beautiful + strange + enjoyable, and now I've started reading Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. This one may take a while.

Hooray for Friday! And just like that we're off to another busy weekend, all while I'm wishing for more slow [and for Eva to get better quick.]

Hey, help me out I'm no good at punctuation. Look up please, does the period go on the inside or the outside of my brackets? I always wonder about that and I think I do it both ways!