Just 3 more days. Just 3 more days...
that's what I keep telling myself and then I can forget about "real life" for awhile as we travel to Seattle. I love vacations because I'm out of my eliment- and all I can control is how clean the van stays while being limited to the amount of cleaning I can do at Mom's. It's actually heaven not to worry about anything for awhile, I think it's the only time my brain takes a little break- I NEED A VACATION!!! Just 3 more days...
I think I'm getting worn out... I think I'm on the verge again and when I am (about every 2 months) I get ANOTHER nasty infection of some kind. I am no stranger to UTI's and the amazing bladder infections, so it's no wonder yesterday at 4:45 AM I could feel life starting to get REALLY painful. Hours later I wanted to cut my lower half off (but gross!) but there was a little problem... I had no car to get to the Dr. nor did I have car seats even if I did! I knew my in laws where at the temple, so they were out, my sister in law is pregnant with # 5 and homeschooling, a friend had family in town, 2 other friends lived too far for me to feel comfortable bothering them- but I knew I couldn't wait until 3:15 when Trav came home either. Luckily my sweet friend and neighbor- Lisa, let me borrow her car & watched my girl's while I flew as fast as I could to the Dr's office where I've practically lived this past year. I was in and out in 10 min and picked up my meds at the store a hour later. Oh sweet relief...lets talk about how fun it is peeing into kid diapers, wash cloths, towels and maxi pads all day- but it not being enough. Lets talk about the joy of peeing yourself and soaking through your clothes like a 2 year old, or having your maxi pad be so ginormous it's clearly evident through your pants as you stumble through Wal Mart so embarressed that you have no other option but to tie your sweatshirt around your waist like you did in 5th grade. It was so gross sitting in my own pee but I happily paid for my drugs and got the heck out of there! Lisa swears I didn't soak through her car seat, but she's too sweet and wouldn't tell me if I had- and although it felt dry, I don't want to know. I don't do so well with these things, it's what sent me into early labor with Grace- so they are definatly not welcome in my house- but why am I cursed??? Once again, thank you Lord for amazing drugs, I definatly would have died in 3 seconds if I'd lived "long ago."
And not to worry... I do keep my Depend wearing moments in check- I know this is tiny compared to everything going on in the world, but let me say, when your husband comes home with Depends and you open them up and realize your entire family could fit in one...it's a sad day.
**And just as a side note the reason I'm peeing into diapers & other amazing things is because with UTI's, there is this intense pushing and need to use the potty EVERY SINGLE SECOND. Seriously it's wild and crazy,So instead of sitting on the pot ALL DAY for HOURS and bruising my bottom like I did with Grace, I choose to wear something so I'm still able to get up and move around, the down side is I'm like a 2 year old wearing man diapers peeing myself!.***
...and the bug... they called to inform us that the breaks are in trouble... Why not???
(Jen- I'm soooooo sorry I missed your shower! The entire time, I kept thinking- I should be there instead of peeing in this oversized thing! I'll drop your present off soon!)
