A Brief Escape Into Denial

Denial: a. the refusal to accept or believe something. b. blogging while in the midst of a swarm of moving boxes and/or dirty diapers two days prior to surgery.

I am in denial. I really, really should be wiping down a few areas with anti-bac wipes for the umpteenth time or unpacking the umpteenth box of the day. Instead, I’m blogging. That’s clear denial folks.

Even though this is the first “real” day for me in the house we moved into a week ago, I feel the need to show just a little love to the blog and document the chaos that is our life right now. Surely, it will provide for great perspective later on when things have slowed down.

Wade wrote a play-by-play of everything leading up to the last week here. Since then, we added a wonderful out-of-town trip for me. I had a great time seeing my friend Paige play a very convincing and conniving Lady Macbeth at the Arkansas Shakespeare Festival (you must go see it if you live in the area) and getting to see sweet Anna’s Preschool graduation.

While I was away, Wade got to suffer solo through 3 days of yet another stomach bug for Tate. Poor guy. He hasn’t had one single ear infection or even had to be on antibiotics a day in his life, but I have completely lost count of the number of tummy problems he’s had. This one is specifically working its way out in the lower areas, so the diaper rash is even worse than the ailment itself. So sad. Hopefully the combination of rice, yogurt, toast, probiotic supplement, and SmartWater (has electrolytes) will get him on the mends quickly.

And all of my catch-up blog posts may be coming soon as it looks as if I’ve got some forced down time ahead. After years and years of pretty intense sinus headaches and infections, it’s been recommended that I get a surgery that will hopefully fix the problem. So later this week, I’m going under full anesthesia to have someone “break my brain bones.” Wade just loves when I say that! :)

It’s really not that dramatic, but the outpatient surgery is called balloon sinuplasty. I’ve got to stop reading about it online, because I’m freaking myself out a tad. Or maybe it was the waiver I signed about the possibilities of even worse problems, facial deformity, and/or death. That’s always helpful in alleviating any fears.

Need to get back to those boxes and diapers. So until next time, we are all surviving over here and are remaining thankful for the blessings of a new home (even if it is a complete wreck still) and the opportunities for relief modern medicine will hopefully provide soon.

Goodbye denial. I’ll miss you.