Tuesday, April 06, 2010

So, It's Come to This

I may have mentioned that I'm a little over my head just now. Life is busy and I don't really have time for extras. I've stepped into my new position at work, which is totally cool! Girl's graduation is just few weeks away, I leave for the south in five weeks, and Soldier Mommy should be state side very soon. All this and keeping the house clean, the family fed, and the laundry done.

It's enough, don't you think?

God, in His infinite wisdom, does not. Funny that. Really. I mean do you think He just has a weird sense of humor? Or is He trying to tell me I can handle more than I think I can?

I just wanna say that my blood pressure disagrees.

My Father-in-law, who I've complained about mentioned before, took a spill Saturday night. Beloved and I were home, which was awesome. I really don't know what would have happened if he were home alone.

The basic story is that he went down to feed his pets (cows), forgot his wire cutters (our most recent hay bales are held together with wire instead of twine), and stomped back up to the house in a tizzy.

Trust me, he's an expert tizzy thrower.

What you may not know is that our driveway is caving in. Yes, it's true and yes I'm embarrassed about it. The only part of our driveway that is paved is the portion that runs up the hill to the house. Because FIL wants someone to come and fix his driveway for free, it hasn't gotten done. It's been months. Because of this, he no longer parks his car by the house. Instead, he parks it sideways at the bottom of the driveway so no one can use it. To get down the hill, one must walk around FIL's car either through the mud or around the long way (which really isn't that long. I do it every day!)

So, as FIL came stomping down the driveway, totally pissed-off, he decided to take the short cut through the mud.

Yep, he slipped, breaking his ankle in three places. Beloved and I were home and were able to get him up and to the ER. I was very thankful that my seventy-six year-old, FIL who is usually difficult, stubborn, and annoying most days, went willingly to the ER.

Now he's in rehab and will be there for weeks. After that, my darling FIL will come home to be cared for by his loving family.


In the meantime, I am happy to report that my sis-in-law (mommy-head to Soldier Mommy) is close and ready to help. Even though FIL (her father) is a butt head to her, she is here for me him.

Words cannot express my thankfulness and joy knowing that I will not bear this burden alone.

We are going to build a ramp so that FIL can get into his house. I am going to clean his house, spend as much time each day at rehab as I can, and try to keep up with everything else.

So, it's come to this, if you need me, take a number. If you can do it yourself, then you'd best do it. If you cannot do it yourself, then learn to do without.

My dance card is full.

All this and I gave up coffee...

What was I thinking?


Sandcastle Momma said...

What a mess! Remember to take some time for yourself though. If you lose it everyone else will fall apart and then you'll have even more to do.
I'm praying for you!

T. Paine said...

Sandcastle Momma had excellent advice. Follow it, ma'am. And, I would suggest postponing your giving up of coffee for right now too! :) Hang in there, Annie!