I have been amazed by people my whole life, but the past months were more than amazing. And I don't mean in a good way. I am not perfect nor have I ever once claimed to be, but some of the things I have witnessed recently, I look like a saint.
So I find myself in a horrible situation, sick (not insane sick but stuffy head, achy body, sick). Lets go back years and years ago again.........I remember the days of mom and dad catering to my every need, juice and food and medicine at just the right time. And for those of you who know me well I need the best Kleenex to shove up my nose. Yes up my nose, I don't like the runny snot thing. Alright back in present day so I come home from work feeling a little more tired than normal, bit of a headache, but the world still turns. I help with B's math home work which I hate math. I made lunch for school, washed football gear and got everyone ready for practice. The boys leave for practice and I felt as if a mac truck hit me, I fix Sloan's dinner and clean it up, a bath and one baby ready for bed. Then vacuumed the downstairs because the dog hair was out of control. By the time Brent got home I had layered every item of clothing I could reach and curled up in a ball. What should we do for dinner, oh my really I'm in a ball and I'm sure he wants me to get up an d cook. No even better order sushi. OK i love sushi but not when all I can taste is snot. Sushi it was and I hardly ate. Oh Sloan, wheres the baby? on the floor next to me, reading, hugging and kissing me. I think she would have made me soup if she could reach the microwave. (Brayden was at his dads if you wonder why he was not waiting on me hand and foot). We ate and I put Sloan to bed. Then I headed to bed, by this time I had a full fever, swore throat, achy body. I pulled my lifeless body into the bed and covered my head. Finally Brent brought me a soda and Tylenol. Fast forward to Christmas.......Sloan gets a stomach virus. She spends about five hours throwing up every hour. I hold her, comfort her and get juice in her. She is better by morning, tough kid. Brayden comes down with it as well. And I'm pretty sure that kid would have driven himself to the Dr, if needed. Brent gets the same stomach bug and lays on the floor moaning as if he has been shot in the chest. Crawled into a ball holding his knees rocking back and forth. I choose to go shopping. (OK not that bad, but he was moaning and I did give him spirit before i went shopping) If i did not know him any better I would have thought he was dying and I should find a funeral home. I am pretty sure he called everyone in his phone to let them know he was so sick. My point , A women gets sick and the world continues to spin, a man gets sick and the world and anything in 100 miles halts. AMAZING.
Texas football is huge no matter the age and I get that. Brayden plays for a third grade team, who I begged, plead, bribed and cried for Brent to coach. (they had no coach and Brayden really wanted to play) So Brent coached and Brayden played but not with out blood, sweat and tears. I have actually lost sleep over situations with this team. (and football is not the sport i get crazy during) So I can't make it to every game because of the thing I call a job. But i get the play by play from Brayden and I usually send friends or family in my absent. Yes that explains the random people on the side lines now. And I don't go to practices because Sloan distracts Brent and thinks she is one of the players. I would like to set a disclosure with this blog like many others, first....never mind just suck it up. Brent comes home to tell me about a mom yelling in his face one day. Well we talked and laughed through it. because lets just say i have been there done that. Nothing came of it until the next game. She maned the side lines with negative comments to other parents about how awful Brent was as a coach. Fast forward to this past game, again with the negativity and once more with the yelling. The finger in my face, yelling, stomping her foot and flocking the arms, reminded me of a 3 year old not getting her way. If I yelled at any of B's, in front of B and his friends, he would be mortified. If my child is part of a time, then I am part of a team. A team is a group of people who work together to reach a goal. Get some meds and find your happy place, you need to calm down. She treated to pull her chair on the field and halt the game until her son could play in the next game. I I deal with passionate parents every day at work but none like this parent. AMAZING
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