So… yea.
Soccer season has started. I’m a Team Mom for the Geek, and BigBoy is finally old enough to be on a team.
Homeschool is in full swing and I’m already struggling to stay ahead of the kids in lesson plans.
PinkDiva has started her much needed vision therapy.
I have a small tear in my Plantar Fascia, and boy oh boy does it hurt!!! I’m on some high-powered drugs to try to kill the pain, and stuck in a Robo-cop type boot for 4 weeks while it heals. and I can still feel the pain.
Oh, and I hear a hurricane may be headed here this weekend.
1… 2… 3… I am slowly going crazy. 3… 2… 1… crazy going slowly am I.
Yea.
Some of ya’ll may have seen on my FB yesterday that I somehow FUBARd my foot again… I was just walking through the yard when I suddenly could not bear weight and it hurt soooo bad!
So I went to see my podiatrist today. He’s says I’m talented. Seems everything I’m feeling fits right along with someone who has popped/detached their Plantar Fascia… It does happen, but it’s very rare that someone can actually pop their plantar fascia…. BUT! Good news is — Mine feels intact. Xrays showed no broken bones, so he figures I probably have a small tear in my Fascia…. Fun times!!!
So now… just as soccer season starts…. I’m in an Immobilizing Boot for at least 4 weeks. *sigh* I was supposed to be the 5 yr old’s substitute coach next year, but since I’m not mobile, I’ve had to back out. BigBoy is sad, and wishes I never had foot pain… Me too kid. Me too kid. 
I’m still Team Mom for GeekBoy’s team tho. And on the plus side, it’s a walking boot… so I should be able to put weight on it soon…. 
I’m just so frustrated. There are days when I feel trapped in my own body…. I’m like my folk’s old 1982 Pontiac station wagon. The day they traded it in, the engine ran beautifully… but the body was rusting away, the shocks were one bump away from denigrating, if you rolled down the windows, u’d have to take apart the door to get them back up…. The door handle on the back fell off. the passenger door handle was broken, someone had jammed a screwdriver into the back lock trying to break into it…. point is… that thing was a wreck! but the engine ran so beautifully, it purred. There are days I feel like that…. Like I’m a 33 yr old woman trapped in a 63 yr old body….
Anyway… I gave in and bought a cane last Wednesday – I’d been having problems with that same foot at night ever since the surgery….. so… yea. I’m trying to get myself off the crutches and use the cane. Hopefully I’ll feel better soon.
Meanwhile, I haz a sad. I can’t even play soccer with the boys in the backyard. I feel so freaking old. It’s not fair. /pity party
Wow. so.. like the only way I know how to get past writer’s block is some stream of consciousness randomness. So… consider yourself warned, it’s about to get random up in here.
I hate introducing myself online. I always feel like I’m in an AA meeting or something… “Hi, my name is Lorraine. I’m a homeschooling mom of 3; GeekBoy age 9, thePinkDiva age 7, and BigBoy age 5. We’re a former military family who have happily settled into civilian life. We’ve been homeschooling for 4 years, and I still have times when I feel completely overwhelmed and just want to run away.”
You see what I mean?
Life has been zany around here, what with the home improvement projects, dr. appointments, homeschool planning and lessons… And it doesn’t show any sign of slowing any time soon, thanks to soccer practice, therapy appointments, homeschool, library trips, etc. Plus, remember when I prayed that my kids would be accepted and my house would be *that house* on the block where everyone came to hang out?? Well… Big smiles all around! Our home has become the neighborhood “go to” at least between 3-6pm. I don’t mind at all, but it does add to the crazy around here – in a good way! We have two neighbor kids who like to spend almost every afternoon over at our house. My kids loving having friends over, and these 2 are really sweet kids. So it’s all good. *S*
So, I’m hoping to post some homeschool type stuff over on Where Learning Begins. I’ve managed to continue posting, though without much regularity, over at Conserva-Kat. I want to scrap more, which means I’d be posting to Die-Cut Bytes again. Yea. I have grand plans. But I have a problem with follow-through. I have lots of great blog posts swirling around in my head. I swear, if I could hook my blogs directly to my brain, I’d be the most prolific blogger in the world.
Anyway… Here’s hoping I get better at this. (but if were you, dear reader…. I wouldn’t hold my breath. *S*)
BigBoy decided Friday night that he wanted a Bible of his very own. His big brother received an Adventure Bible a few years back. thePinkDiva has commandeered the Read To Me Bible we have for the kidlets. So off we went, bright and early Saturday morning, to the Christian Bookstore down the road.
BigBoy took his time, looking over the selection of Bibles at the store. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he made his decision and carefully picked out the Bible He wanted. He clutched the Bible to his chest, and told the cashier how happy he was to have his own Bible. He carried it so tenderly to the car. He gazed lovingly at it as we drove home, talking excitedly about how he couldn’t wait to get home and show the rest of the family.
We found the cutest Veggie Tale Bible. It’s an actual Bible, with all kinds of goodies like verses to remember, and information at the front of each book telling a bit about it. Plus, several of our favorite Veggie ‘toons have been turned into short comic strips and interspersed through out the Bible, complete with references to locate the actual Biblical story. It’s so cute!
(And, in the interest of full disclosure, I have NOT been paid by Big Idea for this review. I mean, I won’t complain if they want to send me a few of their new DVDs… but yea, totes not compensated for this, ok FCC & Big Govt.)
When we finally got home from our errands, he ran into the house, threw himself down on the carpeted hall right next to the door, and pulled the slipcover from his very own Bible. He lay there on his stomach, flipping the pages, pointing out comics and words he recognized for a good 5 minutes – which for a 5 yr old boy, is practically a lifetime.
My heart filled with joy as I watched my son enjoying God’s Word.
Yea! Yesterday I got my stitches out. Ahhhh. The relief.
My 5 year old snapped this pic of me while Dr. D was pulling my stitches out:
I’m doing ok. I can bear weight on my foot for short periods of time. I still can’t wear my sneaker though. I’m praying my left foot heals quickly, because my right hip just can not bear my weight much longer. My hip is degenerating to the point that I can not sit or stand for long periods of time, and I can not lay on my right side. Ouch.
But enough complaining… for now anyway. 
On the plus side, it’s slightly cooler outside today then it was yesterday.
