Then the universe said to me: "If Mini's meal didn't kill you, maybe this one will.".

I'm alive, but twice last week food tried to eliminate me and I survived. Trust - it was no small feat. 

As you know, Mini made tikki Masala Monday night. In typical Mini fashion, she messed up the ratios and the meal was not as soupy as anticipated. It tasted yummy, but the spices were a lot, as the result was, how shall we say, Concentrated? 

Mini (a few hours after dinner):  Mom, why are you talking like you've been smoking 2 packs a day?

Me:  I dunno. I'm a little wheezy. I'll do my inhaler in a few minutes. I just want this done.  *the story about what I was working on will be another post

I found my inhaler, which I rarely use (2x a year is a lot, some years - never), took a few puffs and was fine. The next morning when I decided that it was weird that I'd been wheezing - I googled, can spicy food cause asthma to act up, and Dr. Google said yes. Later I told Mini that she was trying to kill me. We chuckled. The end. 

Or was it?

Thursday night I had book club. 

I thought that I'd missed book club, confusing my Thursdays and believing it had coincided with Curly's graduation. Then I got a reminder email. Kris, the host, texted me and asked if I was dairy free, or just gluten free. She bought vegan/gf cupcakes from a bakery. So sweet. Literally and figuratively.

She lives 20 minutes away. The food was so tasty and lately I'm ravenous even after I've eaten dinner. I enjoyed pineapple, carrot sticks, yellow pepper, beer dip (gf), GF pretzels, prosciutto, and pepper jack cheese before we sat down to discuss the book. 

The book - not a fan. The School of Essential Ingredients. In a word:  contrived. Hey, some people liked it. To each her own.

After the discussion, I ate a GF/vegan cupcake. I couldn't believe how delicious it was. Then someone asked me where Kay was going to high school. I told them the story of how we found the amazing and wonderful place where she will attend school. 

I became short of breath. I was coughing between my sentences, and then between my words. I'm nothing if not committed to telling a whole story without interruption, so I fought through. I'm brave that way. 

Kris has a dog, but I hadn't seen it. And her house was immaculate. I'm more allergic to cats than dogs. I'd have to rub my whole face in a dog's furry fluff in order to react, and even then - I haven't reacted to dogs since I started allergy shots. 

As people made their way to the kitchen, mingling a bit before departing, I waved good-bye. I'd told the story of Mini's spicy meal making me wheeze.

Me (to another lady):  I wonder if the spicy pepper jack is making me wheeze.

Her:  Do you have your inhaler with you?

Me:  No, but I'll be home in 20 minutes.

I didn't want anyone to know that I was sort of freaking out, but I was. My asthma has never escalated to anything scary, and I was breathing - but really wheezy. 

I called Mini on Bluetooth:  Is my location on?

Mini:  Yeah, why? Are you OK? Why are you coughing?

Me:  I'm having an asthma attack. I want you to get my nebulizer machine out. It's under Dad's side of the bathroom sink. 

Mini:  Mom! Pull over and call 911.

Me:  No, I'll be fine. I can do a nebulizer treatment, but I want it ready right when I walk in. I'll tell you how to set it up. I'm gonna stay on the phone though, so if anything happens - you know where I am.

This was the collection of stuff Mini
dragged down from
 under the sink -- boxes
 of contact lenses, and eventually the
 nebulizer machine. It sat on the
 table all weekend. I was slow moving.

Mini fumbling under the bathroom sink:  I think, . . . this is it. Yeah, I've got the vials of medicine in like a fancy cloth bag?

Me:  What? No. A cardboard box from the pharmacy. (it became clear she was under my sink instead of Coach's). Mini - you're under my sink - look under Dad's. 

In short:  Coach was asleep and Mini was getting yelled at for waking him up. I've never had an emergent asthma attack so I think he was sort of like Whatever when she tried to explain. I kept staring at the GPS and assuring myself I'd be fine, home in 6 min, home in 3 min, etc. 

Mini found everything I needed except for the mouth piece /attachment that holds the meds. When I walked in, I did the inhaler with low expectations, because I couldn't inhale much. I tiptoed into my bathroom to find the attachments. When I stood up after rummaging under the sink - I caught a glimpse of myself in Coach's mirror. 

I saw RED. As in Elmo. Bright red. My hands and feet were itchy. I knew that - like when I was driving, I think I even told Mini that, but I was locked in on ASTHMA and now that I saw that I resembled a red version of Shrek, I accepted the reality. ALLERGIC REACTION. 

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History repeating:  Long-time readers might remember when I reacted to my allergy shots once, when they bumped up my meds too fast and my airway started closing when I drove home. I had to do a U-turn . Back at the office they gave me epinephrine. This was THAT, but it had registered with me as asthma.  

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Mini appeared in the doorway of my room. Took out her phone, and I said - DON'T CALL 911 - JUST DRIVE ME. Coach sat up in bed, and I told him Mini was taking me to the ER. He asked if I wanted him to go and Mini and I both said NO. Mini didn't have to caddy until 1:00 pm, so she could take me. He gets up for work before 5.

On the way to the ER 16 minute away, I started to panic. I've heard of 'I didn't know I was having a heart attack' stories, and the like. What if this was something else? I had what felt like an air bubble in my chest - like behind my breast bone. I yelled at Mini to drive faster. We were on a road with no traffic - residential. 11:00 pm. I ordered her to go thru the stop signs - the town was like a ghost town. 'Go FASTER!' I was whimpering, staring again at the GPS, counting down the minutes. 

I hopped out at the ER entrance, and told her where to park. I fumbled inside, leaned on the desk, and panted:  I'M HAVING AN ALLERGIC REACTOIN.  I NEED EPINEPHRINE. 

Hospital staff:  Name and date of birth, please. 

I told her, and she found my profile. They put me in a wheelchair. My nose was stuffed and we had no tissues in the car or in my purse. Mini ran in after parking,  and couldn't believe I was not in the back yet. I was like "KLEENEX." She found some. Then she waited at the double doors, and whenever they opened, she begged the staff:  CAN SOMEONE HELP MY MOM? (Yes, I've apologized to Mini a dozen times for traumatizing her). 

They assured her they were clearing a room for me. 

The time I'd returned to the allergist office, they hit me with a dose of epinephrine a few minutes later. Now I had to wait for a doc to come in. Details. They put me in a room, in a gown, on a blood pressure cuff, and gave me an IV. I was insanely thirsty. 

The doc:  Is this your normal color? 

Me:  Nope. (wanting to say, this is only Elmo's normal color).

They gave me the epinephrine, Zyrtec, Benadryl, and a steroid. A minute later, I had to puke. This might have been the worst part, because my chest was so tight, It was really painful - 100% that was the bubble that had been making me crazy. I let the nurse know that I, er, might poop my pants. 

Nurse:  I'm sorry, but we can't have you up and walking around until you are more stable.

Mini:  Mom, just go in your pants. No one cares.

from tenor

Me:  Mini, I'm wearing my white jeans. (Yes! The ones I wore graduation weekend - the same ones that Jenny in FL commented about, surprised I'd wear white jeans with my GI struggles. Jinx, much, Jenny?)

I waited, but the waves of pain in my tricky left side were pretty intense. The meds gave me a horrible case of the shakes. 

Can I get a best dressed for the ER for my
cute outfit? It's hard to see my white jeans,
 because they blend in with the white-lined
 bucket she gave me in case I had to puke
 again. Once was enough, thanks. 

**I re-enacted the scene for my folks: fear of soiling my white jeans, Mini remarking that maybe it was weird after all that Coach hadn't brought me, the lady taking my name and DOB while I squinted at her while gasping for air with snot running down my face,  Mini running stop signs at my request, and my most obnoxious case of shakes - chattering teeth so loud. My dad had to wipe tears from his face,  he was laughing so hard. So, know that you are missing the overall dramatic flare that this story delivers in person. 

When the shakes had calmed, Mini searched for a nurse to unhook me, so I could go to the bathroom. Couldn't find her. Coach called, and Mini video chatted him, to see if he could help her figure out how to unhook the IV, etc. Remember, waves of pain, fear of soiling my pants. *sigh* Finally, she found the nurse. I got unhooked, and I went to the bathroom. Literally, everything inside of me was determined to make an exit. 

I had to stay for 3 hours from the time I got the shot, which was 11:40 p to be sure the reaction wouldn't return. I'd arrived at 11:20, so I'd waited 20 minutes to get the meds. 

Well, the 3 hour business sucked. I slept for an hour and Mini sat in the chair in a blanket. We paid our bill and got home at 3:15 am. I knew when I went to bed that I'd hear the damn garbage trucks at 6:35, and I did, but I also knew that I could go back to sleep. It was Friday - my day off. 

I got up and peed after the garbage wake up call. Then got back into bed and like clockwork - jackhammers. They started tearing up the curbs - right under my window - on our street that morning. I texted Coach:  IT'S ALMOST COMEIDC. 

I saw my allergist Friday. Having food allergy tests Tuesday. Anxious to figure out what I'm allergic to. All the food I ate is food I've eaten before. What gives? 

* Guess why I puked - the cupcakes weren't GF and vegan. Just vegan. The host felt awful - they misinformed her. 

Where was I? . . . Unintentional blog break defined

Hello, happy Tuesday. I'm here. I'm back. 

I never officially went anywhere, aside from South Bend for Mini's graduation. (So much fun). I think my friend, Colleen at Martin Family Moments said it best:  It's not me, it's May. 

We had three graduations last week. For the local graduations, there were cameras to charge, blankets to gather (outdoor high school graduation was stupid cold), outfits to debate when faced with a chilly few hours in bleachers, organizing a ride for Kay to come straight from a year end track party, and as always - feeding the people in advance of the ceremonies (kay had a thermos of dinner in the stands) and saving enough seats. 

Does this photo scream:  our college
 kid just moved home?

Also, because weird things happen at the most inopportune times, we dealt with a door that wouldn't close. Long story short, a small, triangular magnet block from my tots became wedged behind the sliding glass door in the family room. It was almost impossible to see it let alone remove it. When we tried to lock the door, it stopped short of closing - magnet block interference for the win. 

Or this one?

We left the slider unlocked while at Kay's 8th grade graduation Tuesday night. A small reception followed. After the mass, each of the 7 grads gave a speech at the grad ceremony. You get the idea:  LONG. 

While enjoying sheet cake and punch, Reg asked:  Are we gonna go home soon? My friends are coming over. 

Me:  yes, soon.

A few minutes later, Reg:  Oh, my friends are at our house. Wait, oh - I guess they found an open door. They're inside.

menacing magnet block

We know his friends. It was fine. A little surprising, but fine. They've been locked in our basement before on the night of the faulty door handle, so they know how we roll. They moved the hangout spot to someone else's house and Reg met them there later. 

Back at home, Coach unscrewed various door parts. Nothing. More parts were unscrewed. I feared we'd need a professional, but Coach pulled the door in at the top a few centimeters. I stood on the deck, shining a flashlight from my phone, and Mini used an unwound coat hanger to pop the little sucker out from between the doors. 

Teamwork makes the dreamwork

I'm guessing Mary Ann's ring camera captured me whooping and hollering in the dark on the deck. She already thinks we're whacky, so it feels right to add to the hype. 

That's just the tip of the iceberg. I always fear not keeping you in the loop - and here we are - Where to start to get you up to speed? 

GUT ISSUES BE DAMNED:  the thing that really derailed me was switching my meds to the new ones suggested by the great doc. Bad timing. I ended up switching back to my former antacid and my twice daily Miralax habit due to pain, a fear that I might not make it to the bathroom - ain't no way I wanted to soil my cute outfits in the presence of all our ND friends, and a complete departure from sleep. That last one was the last straw. 

My body got angrier (who knew that was possible) when I switched back to the OG regimen, so things got worse before they got better. I only slept a few hours before leaving Fri morning for ND - but guess what helps load a fridge full of food into a car? Starting at 3:30 am. Hello, silver lining. 

At the free house where we stayed in South Bend, I napped - a small miracle. That took the edge off and I enjoyed the night so much - - - while donning the crop top/belt combo with the white cropped jeans (I know you've been wondering). That night I slept 10 hours. When I awoke, the guys were dressing for golf, people were popping in and out of our room, using the bathroom near our room, and Ed poked his head in:  CAN WE GET A PULSE CHECK ON ERNIE? Who knew I could out sleep teens and 20-somethings?

In Real Time:  

• I opted to swap out the new antacid and that's not been a problem. It was dumb, IMO to swap both things at once, because then how do you know which to blame if things 'aren't right'. Next I'll go back to the pill version of Miralax, but I suspect that is the culprit of my undoing. 
• Babysitting is winding down - older kids and I will take two cars and 7 littles to the zoo for our last-hurrah field trip today, cuz GW cannot be trusted. 
• I've begun gathering video clips for Curly's grad video. I'm sharing a gem here. All eyes on Mini - upset that Curly is hanging a 'Mini' ornament. After Curly hangs it, Mini removes it and hangs it somewhere else. Off everyone's radar until last night when I watched the clip and died laughing. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
• I'm trying to write the chapter that I need to read on June 1st. 
• I've delegated kids to cook dinner. As I type this Monday night, Mini is prepping her fav meal, Chicken Tikka Masala, from ND dining hall. She just called out to Reg:  "Sous chef? I need you to move this chicken to the marinade. Then I'd like you to start making rice." Updates to follow.

I apologize for being MIA - I'm reading blogs and commenting here and there. 

*****

Tell me about a weird house malfunction that left you scrambling?  Have you sat outside for a freezing graduation and lived to tell about it?

Fashion Fun: the grad weekend edition

Someone needs a belt.

If you don't get a dozen cinch belts delivered a few days before a graduation weekend, is anyone even graduating? 

This pic started the belt ordering panic. 

The top:  final sale ordered from the RealReal. I tried it on with the cropped pants, stepped into Curly's room and told her to text a pic to Mini. Mini promptly texted back:  WHORE. 

She was kidding. Duh. I didn't know it was a crop top when I ordered it. I contemplated sewing a strip of white at the bottom and knotting it to the side, like, a pirate? But I feared it would be A. too much work, and B. look hodge-podge. Then, I thought:  BELT. (yes, Joy Marie - this crop top can be handed off to Mini or Curly, but I do hope to wear it this weekend).

Maybe for Fri night. These aren't the jeans
 I'd wear. I have better ones. I grabbed an
armful of clothes to try on with all the things.
LOVE these new Naot shoes though. So much.

I've not even responded to the last round of comments. I apologize. May is kicking my butt. I presented 2 chapters on the last 2 Mondays to my writing group (which means I had to write those chapters). I have 3 graduates:  8th grade, high school, and college, each with their own events. I'm on new meds. Totally fine, but Curly's mom's day card may have referenced 'gas chamber' after she and I went shopping to Marhsalls to purchase her some non-sweat wardrobe items on Mom's day. I also cut three heads of hair on Mother's Day. I DID lay in the sun and read a chunk of my book and napped, but mostly BUSY. 

Fri. night contender:  I need to wear
 a cami under this top,
 but I like this outfit. The pants (just
 bought on sale at Nordstrom and my
 new fav. How did I live before
 I found them?) are
 super comfy and light and stretchy,
cropped. With a jean jacket
 if it's chilly at night. 

Anyway - in comments someone asked if wearing green is mandatory. No, not at all. I wore blue at Creighton's graduation - the school color, and so did many other moms. I would like to wear some green. Also, Jenny in WV - I thought the same thing, the red flowered sundress would be perfect for Curly's graduation. Getting ahead of myself much? 

There are 3 days/events . . . 

I tried on a bunch of options on Mother's Day night and Kay and Rae took pics and voted on their favs. 

Friday night one of Mini's friend's families is hosting a party at their house with a pizza truck. (I'm eating beforehand). This will prob be the most casual event. 

Saturday outfit:  tan belt

white belt with
 gold buckle

Saturday:  mass and maybe a party beforehand at the guys' house that are the girls' closest friends? After mass, dinner and drinks from 8 pm till midnight at a rooftop party at the Embassy across the street from campus. 

Have I told you about how we're staying at the house owned by a friend of a friend? He doesn't charge us to stay there. So amazing. I'll send him a gift card, so he can stock up on beer during tailgate season, but this is a huge savings, good thing, because this party is so pricey. Yikes. 

tan belt with gold buckle. We
think this one looked the best.

Needs to be steamed, but when I did
the fashion show, I pulled this out of a
 bag of clothes I bought last weekend.
Duh - didn't realize that this skirt's
elastic high waist is SO high, it could
work with the skirt. Hard to get a good
 image since it's so wrinkled. I do think it
looks better with the cropped pants. The
 skirt was not on sale and it was pricey. 

Sunday morning 9 am graduation followed by brunch back at the house where we're staying. I'm making brunch food in advance and loading it into my crockpots before the graduation. No waiting for reservations. Just us chilling. The house is close enough to walk to campus (but I doubt we will). 

* A friend of Rae's parents have agreed to host the girls for the weekend, and our dear friend, Rae's godfather will drive them to South Bend in time for the graduation. 

After brunch, I think there is another degree ceremony for business majors at 2:00 pm. When we discussed the itinerary, Lad was like What? How long are they gonna hold us captive? ~ says the man who wants to get home to his two dogs. I'm guessing some of the older kids will depart after brunch.  

I think this looks
better in real life.
 Bad angle - throwing
the photographer
Rae under the bus. Also
wouldn't wear these shoes.
Kay says too short for me, so
I sent her to bed. Kidding!

I can swap the Saturday outfit with the Sunday dress. Assuming I'll go with a dress for Sunday, but might swap them. I bought this green, white, black plaid wrap dress on RealReal and I don't think this 'stand on the tub and take a photo in the mirror' angle is doing the dress any favors. I forgot to redo the pic during the girls' photo shoot. I think it's cute. Black bolero, if it's chilly. 

Mini didn't love it. Blame the photo? I also bought this green dress. Hmm. 

I like this one. It looks better
 when one is not balancing
 on the tub.

There may or may not be another (2) dresses coming in the next day or so. Neither are green. Have you shopped lately? There are a TON of cute dresses out there.
Check them out. 

Comfy, but meh.

Plain Jane. Didn't look
great on. You should
see the other photo. Blah.
I think there was a
 lot of 'sucking in'
in this photo. 

Love this one, but might
keep it for something
else. mbmom11 asked
 if I could wear this
to HS graduation.
 I could. but probably
won't be this dressy.
 I do not care about the
 colors for the
HS graduation.
I've been wearing
 black and gold
 to HS sporting events
since @2012.

What was I thinking? I bought this at a high end consignment shop in Oct. Sent Mini pics and she said "yes, for graduation" - then later we were like HOLY COW, TOO SHORT FOR ME. 

I plan to stay over till Monday to pack Mini's room and drive her home. 

I did also buy this one, just to have
on hand - not necessarily for graduation. 

Oh, Reg flies home on Thursday at 3:00 pm. Banking on him sending bags of stuff home with other kids from Illinois. Can't be in two places, so we won't be there to pack his room up. 

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OK, is there something you like the most? Something you think I should leave at home or take back if I can? I'm so looking forward to this weekend. We enjoy the other parents and Mini's friends immensely. What are you looking forward to this month?

I also did get this black ruffled
shirt. I could wear it with jeans. 

Rae was very pleased that she
 captured me wondering why
 this was modeled after a bat
. These 'sides' are a bit odd -
 almost like they could be tied
in the back, but the back already
 has ties. Rae enjoyed taking
photos of me - esp ones when
 I wasn't paying attention
 or making a funny face. 

Con't: Some posts just right themselves: the rescue when the ducks were no longer in a row

Breaking my own rules, but isn't this
the cutest? My Irish dancers circa 2012,
maybe? Came across while
looking thru pics for all the things.

I am terribly busy - think May . . . haven't even started the grad party video. We have 3 graduations:  8th grade, high school, college (but only doing a video/party for the high schooler). Started gathering the pics for the invitation to Curly's party. Altering the dress set me back. I finished a chapter last night about traveling in Europe over Christmas break the year I studied abroad. I was in Prague and my brother and his two buddies got drunk and passed out at the table in the beer hall, leaving me sitting there. I'm presenting it to my writing group Monday - second Monday in a row. 

Sneak peek:  I do love this dress,
minus the socks. But I have
 my heart set on green. I'll prob
still keep it, see 'intervention'

So many things to share:  

• met with the amazing OG doc and I'm pleased to be back with her (more later)
• I need an intervention - I've ordered and bought more clothes (most of which are green) for Mini's graduation and Why Can't I Stop? Well, for one - there are a ton of cute dresses out there right now. Are you aware? And two, who knows - it might be 30 degrees out. I'm hoping to do a fashion post next week
• I have some daycare uncertainty - will expand later
• Mother's Day is around the corner - I hope you either get pampered, so get to spend time with someone who you care about
  
• Today my dad turns 86!
• The 82 pg photo book for my sweet sitting fam arrived and I cannot wait to give it to them one night this week
• Curly's track conference meet is tonight

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how MY.DUCKS. (were) IN.A.ROW:  Ed came home from the city Thursday night. Worked from home Friday. Curly had no school Friday, so she and her friend split up and drove to the girls' two schools to pick them up a bit early. Ed would leave our house at 3 pm to drive the girls to the city where the campers met for a bus to WI. He'd leave the car in the city - paid for a spot hero. Then Sunday Tank would pick up the car from the spot, meet the bus, and drive the girls home where Curly would be.

I'm a cheap date. After we ate
dinner out  in DC, we picked up
some drinks and a mini
 ice cream thing - perfect
 size, from the hotel lobby. The
 alcohol sounded great, because
I don't like seltzers, but it needed
 a kick, so I added Sprite to it. Perfect. 

switcheroo:  Ed drove to the city alone. The spot hero had already been paid for. We couldn't ask him to give up another night of his social calendar. He would've, but thankfully we figured it out.  

Curly was SO EXCITED to have the house to herself. Not the 'now I can have a party' type of kid. She basked in chilling out, and had a friend's bday dinner Sat. night. 

When Friday night at camp was cancelled:  Coach and I started texting and calling backup plan people, also known as friends. Three or four calls later (still at Panera, still dealing with the drunk guy), my long time friend, whose 3 kids lined up gender/age-wise with Mini, Reg, and Curly, agreed to drive the girls to the city Sat. morning. 

Next up:  where would they sleep. 

We drove to a pretty
 forest preserve to go
 for a short walk before
 we ate out Sat night,
\so we could say we did
something while in DC area. 

Curly:  It's fine. They can stay here. I'll watch them. 

Nope. I wasn't doing that. We tried several options. It was so last minute. Then I told Coach that they could just stay at my parents' house. My dad is clear minded, and the girls would behave perfectly there. Not like they'd eat all the cookies out of Nana's freezer, or try to hop on Da's desktop. They wouldn't do anything naughty. I knew this. 

Me:  My sisters would be so so so angry, but ya know what? I don't give a shit. These are our parents' grandkids. And if my parents are fine with it, then so be it. (I knew they'd be more than happy to help, never mind that they have a caregiver come and care for them during the day). 

The beauty of this is that if my sisters did upset - what are they gonna do about it? They can't call me. That would mean they'd have to speak to me. Plus, they already hate me - so not like they could hate me more. 

Cute little train station I
came across on my run.

Friday night reframed:  The girls hit a volleyball outside/went for a walk or a run - it was nice out and I told Curly they could get some fresh air/move their bodies. Curly fed them leftovers, and then she dropped them at my folks' house with sleeping bags, so Nana wouldn't need to change sheets. And an alarm clock so they'd be ready when my friend picked them up in the morning. 

Everything else went according to plan. Tank brought them home an hour or so before we got back. Hooray for big kids who help, elderly parents who've managed to stay out of assisted living despite my sibs' efforts, and for friends who are more likely to bend over backwards than some of my fam members. 

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When camp has worked:  Last year camp happened the same weekend we attended Tank's college graduation, which was nice. The festivities of a college grad weekend are not geared towards kids their age, so it was a win/win. They love camp, and we didn't have to play rock, paper, scissors to see who would stay back at the hotel with them when it was time to hit the bar scene. When we've brought the girls to tailgates, we take turns touring them around campus so they're not in the thick of things for too long. Nothing says 'uncool' like having your teen daughters with a challenging background witness college kids doing shots. 

The girls were supposed to have camp the same weekend this May, which would mean they'd be there during Mini's graduation. Well, they switched up the schedule. Mini graduates in 10 days and we still don't know who is watching them. Our ideal plan is to get them a ride to South Bend on Sunday morning, so they're there for the graduation part. My mind is frazzled trying to make this work, so they can be part of it - but not be there for the night time party parts. 

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• Would you be interested in seeing a photo of me modeling a pricey/final sale blouse that I ordered on The Real Real, not realizing it was a crop top? Like I said, intervention. 
• Did I also have a teenage girl give me hell last night and this morning? Do we now need to attend a fam therapy session Friday on my day off? Yep. 
• Did Mini text me today and ask me to send her baby/tot pics of her for a t-shirt for a senior bar crawl? Sure did. 
• What are you up to?

file under: part 1 of another installment of posts that write themselves & UPDATES with prom pics

Jimmy update:  He was supposed to go home Tuesday last week, but they kept him until Friday because of a bloodwork issue. He was bummed. It sounds like he's doing well. Happy to be home. His speech and walking are improving, but that's taking time and making him feel a little 'off.' His meds need to be adjusted because his platelet count is so low. It would be dangerous if he bleeds. He starts outpatient rehab this week for speech and strength/endurance. 

I sincerely appreciate all of your prayers and positive thoughts. 

The underside.
It ain't pretty, but she said it
worked and she was happy
 to be able to dance.

*****

On a lighter note:

Prom dress update:  I added a French bustle to Curly's dress. Sewing through 2 layers of fabric (outer layer and like a slip?  I'm not referring to the extra train piece) was difficult, because it sometimes caused a gathered/bunched up issue. When that happened, I redid it. All credit to the YouTube videos and to my perfectionistic

Not perfect, but it worked and once
 the dancing started,  the
 dress' 'look' didn't matter

1st bustle attempt. Too long
- back to the drawing board. 

My work station, where
 I spent Thursday
 evening and my
day off Friday -
next to my diaper
 changing area.

tendency. Funny how I'm not a perfectionist when it comes to housework. 

I sewed 5 buttons inside the back of the dress not quite halfway up - the outer buttons not quite as high, because the sides weren't as long. Then I sewed 6 strips of fabric with a slit cut into it- a very basic button hole. Curly came home at lunch Friday, and tried it on. The dang thing was still dragging on the floor. I moved three of the buttons up higher. Bingo. 

I also removed the extra train piece, but added Velcro - best of both worlds. She left it on for photos and then I took the strip away piece with me when I left pictures, so it wasn't in her way at the dance. 

She had a great time, which I'm thrilled about. I also wonder HOW?  Her class is one of the worst, cliquish groups chock full of

It was so cold. In the mid 50s, but it was
 a pretty day. Her class met at the golf
course where she caddies, and she got a
 chuckle out of seeing the grounds
 keeper pacing, looking less
than thrilled. Her friend's
bustle, that was put on by the
 fancy place where she bought it, broke. 

mean, petty girls and clueless boys. A mom I used to sit for teaches there and she told me that she's shocked at what a horrid group they are.

Graduation cannot come soon enough.

Ta-da, compliments of velcro. 

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Friday April 17th, Coach flew to DC to teach a PT class. Kay and Rae had camp that same weekend. So, I decided to join Coach in the burbs of DC. 

Delilah:  Oh, great timing. You can see the cherry blossoms.  

Me:  (chuckling) Nope. We'll arrive at Reagan National. Drive to German Town, MD. Stay in a hotel that may or may not have a decent strip mall nearby, but will hopefully have a great workout room. I won't have a car while he's at his course. It doesn't matter - looking forward to getting away. 

Of course Coach teaches all day Sat. and half of Sunday, so not all relaxation for him. 

Friday:  We landed, got our rental car, and drove 40 min to the hotel. We checked in, put my fridge food in the full size fridge (does anyone love a full size kitchen in a hotel room as much as me?), then drove to Panera for lunch. 

We sat on Panera's patio. Coach hovering in the shade, and me enjoying the sun's rays and my Fuji Apple salad - esp because I allowed myself to eat non-low FODMAP foods, and drink a few drinks with alcohol - (hello, sugar) for the weekend. (I wasn't drinking alcohol at Panera, but apparently not everyone shared that plan).

An intoxicated man was hanging around the patio area, as one does at 3:15 pm in the burbs of DC. I laughed when he started singing the Juice WRLD lyrics:  "I don't need no molly to be savage, uh / But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage" This is a song that the girl's basketball team often played while warming up Mini's senior year. IYKYK. And if
you don't know, please raise your hand, because I think it's so funny, we should prob 'splain it. Seriously, what were the chances? Drunk guy hadn't been inside to hear our name called when Coach grabbed our salads. It was wild. 

I captured a short video of the drunkard's song to send the kids in the group chat before the management asked him to leave. (He came back 2 minutes later). 

(18 second video)

I was still laughing when my phone rang. Then - I stopped laughing. It was the girls' camp director. 

Me:  Well, this can't be good. 

It wasn't. There were tornados expected in the camp's location, so they were cancelling camp Friday night. They were still hoping to start camp Saturday morning. 

Not gonna lie. I wept. We were in DC. Our plans hinged on the girls being at camp. Will we never be able to relax again? 

I'll share how that all shook out in my next post. 

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Do you get why the Juice Wrld song was so funny and totally random? If you eat at Panera, what's your go to order? Have you altered anything recently? 

 

I'll be brief: prom dress train: should it stay or should it go? and non-fashion fails

Thank you for your prayers for Jimmy. 

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A Tuesday post from me? Weird, but true. I have 4 babies napping and 3 littles playing, so diving right in:

Curly's prom dress has a train. She wants me to remove it. I think I can. Biggest issue is probably threading the needle with my old-lady eyes. 

Back view without the train,
plus sticker charts for potty training
kids and two athlete of the
 week photos on the wall.

Coach and I wish she'd leave it. I showed pics to my hair dresser (also Curly's hair dresser) and to her math teacher, who's a mom I used to babysit for. Math Mom and I met for drinks Sat. night. 

The two ladies:  DON'T LET HER CUT OFF THE TRAIN. IT ADDS SO MUCH TO THE DRESS.

Curly thinks it'll be in her way. The dress is longer in the back anyway, so I don't think it'll give her any additional issue. I've offered to sew a little band at the corner of the train, so she can wear the band on her wrist.

the back with the train

pic of front of dress, plus
 3 high chairs in background.
Welcome to my life.

It's her day/ her dress. I paid for it and I hate the thought of hacking a chunk of it off because I think that's why it cost what it cost, ya know? But, ultimately I'll do whatever. She says her friends have all said 'get rid of it' - so she's not interested in the grown up angle. 

Poof:  summer up for grabs:  The 2nd semester summer school classes I'd signed Kay up for were cancelled . . . low enrollment. 

Translation:  the 6 weeks of free intervention summer school with free bus there and back from 8-1:00 Mon-Thurs is now only 3 weeks. I was like FINE, I'LL PUT HER IN FEE BASED CLASSES. There aren't any for incoming freshman (she's not going to high school there, but we're in district). 

There are youth academy classes through our junior college. Pricey and a hike - will need to be driven. I'll enroll her there. Next summer she'll presumably mature enough to caddy. Deep breaths. 

Sleepless Mini:  I woke up this morning to missed calls/ texts from Mini. She didn't want to tell me, but her anxiety ramped up recently - ie:  finals, projects, plus job search. 

Me:  You have the rest of her life to work. You can chauffeur Kay around / relax all summer. 

The RX and exercises haven't helped. She called a few minutes ago after sleeping 2 hours ALL NIGHT. Heartbreaking. Hoping the anxiety therapist can call her. I reminded her that fresh air, a short walk to get the blood pumping, and regular bedtime routines might help. She's got a sore throat/cold which isn't helping. Damn it. 

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Prom dress:  make like Elsa and let it go? (cut off the train as requested?) Or do you have another approach?  Anyone else's summer plans not panning out? I did teach Kay how to cook Pizza Casserole the other night for dinner. Good connection opportunity, and she likes to be helpful. I just really have my hops set on writing for hours each morning without interruption. 

scary situation

Before I share another installment of how some posts just write themselves regarding  our recent DC weekend away, I'm gonna ask for prayers for my cousin, T's son. 

8 cousins. As a person of Irish decent, only having 8 cousins is unusual. Unfortunately five of my cousins are already deceased, all died fairly young. 

• My dad's brother, Mike's two children took their own lives 33 years apart. Still hard to wrap my brain around. Incredibly devastating. 
• I had three cousins in Portland. Their dad, my mom's brother, divorced whey they were very young - between the divorce and the distance, we didn't see them much. The brother died of a heart attack about 5 years ago, when he was in his 50s and his older sister died after a short illness a few years ago when she was in her early 60s. So sad.
• My mom's sister and her husband raised their three kids in the city of Chicago. Their dad was a Chicago police office. These were the 3 cousins we saw all the time. They lined up with the 5 of us in age too. The sister was killed in a car accident two weeks before Christmas when she was 36. Her 3 kids in the backseat were unharmed. I was 8 mos pregnant with Reg. A tragic and heartbreaking loss. Her two brothers 'T' and 'D' live in the western burbs of Chicago, as does their mom. Their dad passed away a few years before the daughter. He had a heart transplant when I was in college, and was diagnosed with cancer about 10 years later. This family has had so many challenging losses. 

On Wednesday morning, my brother Pat forwarded me a text. It most likely was sent to him by my oldest sister, Ann. He probably got the info Monday or Tuesday. Since my sisters refuse to include me in family communication, I'm at the mercy of whenever my brothers realize I've been left out of the loop. 

T's son, Jimmy, is a sophomore in college. He called his folks Sunday, saying he didn't feel right. He was slurring his words. They told him to go to the ER. At the hospital, the neurologist was on vacation so they airlifted him to another hospital. (in the year 2o26 do we not have neurologists covering vacation time?). 

He had suffered a few mini strokes due to an aneurysm. He's 20 years old. He was struggling with swallowing and speech. After a few days in the ICU with therapy, they were seeing some improvements. Friday he underwent surgery to remove the aneurysm. The doctors anticipated a good outcome, but the aneurysm was in a tough spot. They planned to go in through a vein (I think), and hoped to not have to open his brain. 

Surgery went well, but they did have to put in a stint. He's very tired, but they already see improvement in his speech and they don't believe that he suffered any additional mini strokes. He has a long recovery ahead, but we do hope and pray that the worst is behind him. 

This could've ended very badly, and we are so grateful that Jimmy's guardian angel was looking out for him and that he called his folks when he didn't feel right. 

My aunt texted me that she's been a wet noodle. So emotional. Not at all surprising after all that she's been through. She's a very strong person. 

When we adopted the girls, we told them that all of our kids were given a name with ties to our family members, and we wanted to do the same for them. We chose Aunt's name as Rae's middle name, because they both share a similar strength and a great sense of humor. Rae embraced the connection. Aunt was touched when I told her our reason behind giving Rae her middle name. (Aunt's name is also my middle name).

Prayers for Jimmy and his family are much appreciated. 

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Woot woot! The 82 page
photo book that I made
for the family that graduated from
 daycare in '24 is done and ordered. 

Get excited for the latest version of:  posts that write themselves. Plus, I still oweyou the story of Tank handling a 'situation' while in Florida. Then hopefully my new dress will have arrived from ThredUp and I will do a fashion post as I prepare for ND's graduation. Think green. One never knows what to expect with the weather in May. If we continue on this current trend, I'll be wearing a parka. Folks in the Midwest, can I get an amen?