Recovering From the Weekend

Whew! This weekend was a real booger.
I had an all day training on Saturday, so that ruined my weekend to begin with.

Our new bedroom was completed and that left us with the awful task of moving the bedroom furniture into the new one, moving both offices into the new one (including hooking up fax machines, 3 computers, 2 printers, stereo, internet, etc.

Then once all that was done, we had to "build" a closet by hanging closet shelves all around the old room, taking our clothes from 4 different spots in the house and putting them in the new closet, then cleaning all the rooms we destroyed, which seemed like every room in the house. It was an entire weekend process, but as of midnight last night/this morning, it was 90% completed. Now I can see my dining room table and floor. I don't have to step over mountains of clothes that seem to have become a permanent fixture in my home.

In the middle of all that, I get this horrifying, frantic phone call from my mother squalling that baby Isabella has been rushed to the hospital not breathing and "it's not looking good!" (my mom's words) So needless to say, since I'd just held this gorgeous angel in my arms the night before and took numerous pictures (I forgot my camera at home- will bring it tomorrow to upload some pics of her) of is struggling for life. Many thoughts went through my mind but all I could do was pray. I called everybody I knew and my good friend Beth started a prayer blog.

God surely does answer prayers. Isabella got out of the hospital last night good vitals, doing fine, color back, and tests normal. Doctor says she aspirated on vomit which blocked her airway, but she wasn't without oxygen long enough to do lasting damage (thanks to the neighbor who cleared her airway and got her back breathing- we will be forever greatful to you!) So mom is now paranoid, with good reason and exhausted- post op and having a very jealous toddler also. Please continue to pray for them...

Wildman's birthday was yesterday. We were supposed to have a party for him at school but due to unforseen circumstances, we ended up throwing a small party at a pizza place Sunday afternoon. So after that, we came back and finished what we could with the bedroom, then at about 10pm I started on my homework, lesson plans, Progress reports and looking up journal articles. Needless to say, I didn't get into bed until very late and didn't finish anything I started.

I'm behind on my assignments, but for some reason, I just don't give a rats ass. I will get it done when I get it done. Just like lesson plans. They were due at 8am this morning, I turned them in at 1pm. Oh well. I am only one me and just have too many irons in the fire to give all of myself completely to anything right now.

I hate having this attitude and it really kills me that I spend so much of my time doing Special Ed paperwork and not working with the kids. I hate the paperwork of this job, but it comes with the territory so no sense crying over spilled milk.

How I would love right now to go to a dark corner, wrapped up in a blanket with some coffee and read a good juicy novel... hey, c'mon, a girl can dream can't she???