The Green Monster

Nope, not a reference to the Red Sox or Fenway. This what Connor has named Stephen's newest accessory. His very first cast, from his hand to his armpit, is a beautiful shade of green. The Irish in me is happy with that aspect of the cast. No other part of me is happy in the least.

I realize that the injury could be much worse. He IS in his mid-thirties, playing soccer like a mad man. We have seen far more severe injuries on the field than this, but I have not had to deal with those injuries on a day to day basis.

For those of you that know Stephen well, he is a fairly tough guy. Pain doesn't really bother him, but being sick and/or incapacitated sure as heck does. This break has him feeling like he is both. He got the cast yesterday afternoon, and so far we have realized that he doesn't sleep well and that he cannot tie his shoes. We don't think he'll be able to help bathe the kids, and he cannot change Avery's diapers or dress him. We were planning on installing a new door next week, but guess that will wait. He cannot make the bed, and we think that driving will be a challenge. I think what bothers him more than anything I have already mentioned is that he has to take a hiatus from his beloved soccer.

There is one bright side. He got a waterproof cast, so he can shower semi-normally.

It's gonna be a long six to twelve weeks.

A Reminder

Life is too short and precious. Kids are a blessing, even if they are exhausting and expasperating.
Today my sisters, father and I went to the funeral of a 4 month old baby girl. She died with out warning, and everyone was heart-broken. Losing any loved one is hard, but that kind of pain is unimaginable.
I came home to hug and kiss my boys, and had about fifteen minutes with them before Connor slammed Avery's finger in the bathroom door. Thank God my in-laws were close by and came to take Connor so we could go to the ER. I was angry with Connor and irritated, but reminded that I am lucky to have happy, healthy children. The hospital was fairly sure it isn't broken, but still want to have another doctor review it. They wouldn't do anything for the break, anyway, so it could have been so much worse.
Please remember to kiss your children, and tell them that you love them. Take care of yourself and please don't take any chances like drinking and driving. There is just no reason to risk your life and your family members hearts for something like that.
Thank you for reading my free therapy.

Seriously?

I saw an ad for Pat Robertson's new book. The title? Miracles Beyond Measure. Does a miracle really need measuring? Isn't the word miracle in and of itself a measure? The tagline? Learn to pray with power and authority. The vision I got was a man that resembled Mr. Clean, posing in the mirror, praying in a South Park-esque way, telling God to respect "his authoritay!"I am sure that the 700 Club means well, but isn't God the one with the power and authority? The God I know is laughing, too!

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