To say it’s been a rough week, would be an accurate statement.
A weekend annoying fender bender, a pretty mind-intense training session on Monday, ran to therapy 15 minutes one-way on the wrong day, woke up to a flat tire, walked back home with Carter until it could be changed (no, I don’t change tires), drove on my donut, forgot to tell Carter’s teacher he wasn’t coming to school, had tire repaired, cancelled Hippatherapy for the day because *something* had to go, finally got to go to work, went home thinking – at least Carter isn’t sick or anything so I won’t miss work tomorrow, felt exhausted and went to bed without so much as texting Jillian Michaels to let her know she would not be playing in my Blue-Ray player that evening, woke up to the sound of Carter spewing in his bed (I know, awesome right?), held my 4 yr-old boy over the toilet until every last drop of the ”ickies” was gone, rocked him until he was feeling better, which was shockingly only about an hour later, he seemed to be himself so I let him play outside while I was able to do some research work from home, of course next to him outside – from my ipad. Managed to forget to tell his therapist that he was not at daycare and could not be seen, so she was knocking to no avail. Forgot to put the garbage out so I had to flag him down just as he drove past my house. (Why can I be SO on top of things one week and the next feel like I literally forgot it all?!) It was at this time that we learned how much the fender bender would cost to fix from the very friendly American Family Insurance man, still haven’t received the bill for our water softener that had to be installed last week and oh, did I mention we need a fence more than ever? Our road is so dangerous and my little boy with WS literally gestures to the road with one arm and soberly questions, “Momma…. go play in the road?”
If only our yard wasn’t so big.
If only the traffic truly would slow down.
If only the patrol officers could patrol in Downer more.
If only we didn’t live on a direct path to the lakes.
If only the busy traffic times wasn’t pretty much when we are home on the weekends.
If only my monkey didn’t love all the tractors and trucks that fly by so much.
If only he didn’t love rocks – which are found on the road.
If only he didn’t ask me to go “play” in the road.
If only then – would I not dream of a fence so much. At this springs beginning, I did not think of it to be as important as I do now. He is getting older and wants to explore more and the safety side of WS has become my main concern over constantly researching health concerns. Now our biggest goal pretty much is, just don’t leave his side. Don’t stop watching him for even a minute. It takes him less than 15 seconds to get from the sandbox to the road. I park it right next to him and every time I have to run in the house – even to use the restroom, grab something to drink, grab a coat, stir dinner – whatever, he has to come with. Try explaining to a 4 yr-old in love with the sandbox, why he has to come inside. Kicking and screaming, just for a quick bathroom break? I’ll hold it I guess, until it’s time to come in. Or dinner can just be microwaved, because I can’t run in and out – unless of course dad is home to help.
I’m not writing to complain today – more as, just sharing about how we’re doing right now. We’re optimistic and feel extemely blessed to have the challenges that we have and not something much worse. We are blessed to have incredible people in our lives, family and friends that could never be repalced. We are blessed to have our little Carter in our lives, although safety is our biggest concern for him right now, we are grateful to have the job of looking after him. We wouldn’t trade it for any job in the world, please do not mistake that. He is our most treasured gift, we are grateful everyday, despite somes bumps. We will travel the road with bumps or smooth pavement, with smiles on our faces.