"The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache."
-Marjorie Pay Hinckley
-Marjorie Pay Hinckley
Things I find funny about my current situation:
(don't worry, nothing crude, maybe slightly embarrassing though)
1. My idea of getting all 'gussied' up is to take a shower (every other day if I am lucky) where I actually wash my hair and attempt to shave.
2. My frequent trips to the doctor are turning my son into a slight hypochondriac.
A frequent conversation he has using his foot as a phone (prefers right leg for emergency calls apparently):
"Heh-woe Gock-er. My name my Coe-ton--my stumb es boe-kun. Okay, Bye-bye."
(Translation: Hello Doctor, My name is Colton. My thumb is broken. Okay. Bye-Bye)
3. Me, former fitness girl now consider rolling my ankles, flexing my calves and lifting my laptop or meal tray a full-body workout. Ha, ha!
4. My hospital room is stationed in the Bermuda Triangle of cell phone service. Solitary confinement for this one.
5. How the phrase 'past due date' went from sounding like a dirty joke to the most wonderful thing in the world.
6. My parents can tell people that their daughter is involved with some heavy drug use--and they couldn't be more thrilled about it.
7. That I've gone from chasing a toddler and cooking three meals a day to laying around on the job and ordering all of my meals on a phone. (Don't get the mac & cheese if you stay here--I hear it's a no-go)
8. That my husband who was obsessed with McDonald's as a child will be staying at a Ronald McDonald House whenever he visits me--three cheers for all those Happy Meals!
9. The irrate look on my son's face when he realized I was using his diapers to help prevent having to change the sheets three times a day.
"I wount Coe-ton's guy-per" (We are trying to figure out why he refers to himself in 3rd person)
10. And finally, how many people I throw off when I refer to the baby as 'they' or 'them' since we don't know if this little one is a boy or girl. "There's more than one?!"
I'm working on it--my goal is not to do it once today.
Laughter is good medicine. I'll go through this either way--might as well be happy.
I'm grateful for humor. . .and for everyone of YOU. Have a laugh today--it will do ya good!
(don't worry, nothing crude, maybe slightly embarrassing though)
1. My idea of getting all 'gussied' up is to take a shower (every other day if I am lucky) where I actually wash my hair and attempt to shave.
2. My frequent trips to the doctor are turning my son into a slight hypochondriac.
A frequent conversation he has using his foot as a phone (prefers right leg for emergency calls apparently):
"Heh-woe Gock-er. My name my Coe-ton--my stumb es boe-kun. Okay, Bye-bye."
(Translation: Hello Doctor, My name is Colton. My thumb is broken. Okay. Bye-Bye)
3. Me, former fitness girl now consider rolling my ankles, flexing my calves and lifting my laptop or meal tray a full-body workout. Ha, ha!
4. My hospital room is stationed in the Bermuda Triangle of cell phone service. Solitary confinement for this one.
5. How the phrase 'past due date' went from sounding like a dirty joke to the most wonderful thing in the world.
6. My parents can tell people that their daughter is involved with some heavy drug use--and they couldn't be more thrilled about it.
7. That I've gone from chasing a toddler and cooking three meals a day to laying around on the job and ordering all of my meals on a phone. (Don't get the mac & cheese if you stay here--I hear it's a no-go)
8. That my husband who was obsessed with McDonald's as a child will be staying at a Ronald McDonald House whenever he visits me--three cheers for all those Happy Meals!
9. The irrate look on my son's face when he realized I was using his diapers to help prevent having to change the sheets three times a day.
"I wount Coe-ton's guy-per" (We are trying to figure out why he refers to himself in 3rd person)
10. And finally, how many people I throw off when I refer to the baby as 'they' or 'them' since we don't know if this little one is a boy or girl. "There's more than one?!"
I'm working on it--my goal is not to do it once today.
Laughter is good medicine. I'll go through this either way--might as well be happy.
I'm grateful for humor. . .and for everyone of YOU. Have a laugh today--it will do ya good!
6 comments:
I was just wondering if you knew the sex or not! Are you purposely not finding out? I don't think I could ever handle that. I have to plan. That's awesome that they have a Ronald McDonald house nearby. We were thinking we'd have to use the one in Milwaukee with Caleb. I was just thinking about how you'll likely have this baby early and then have to be near it still to pump and visit and everything so I'm sure you'll frequent that place to in the near future too! I'll think of you next time I drop my spare change into the box at the drive-through. (I contributed a whole nickel just yesterday...) All for you! :)
Thanks for the laugh! I'm glad you're trying to stay in good spirits. Funny how Colton is upset that you borrowed some of his diapers!!
You're right. You are making the absolute best of your situation, which is giving your baby the best possible care. Your're great attitude is the key, thanks for the example. Thank goodness for laptops.
when i was in the hospital with connor the laptop saved my sanity. it really helps to stay in touch:)
You are awesome! Way to look at the fun side of things:)
You probably don't even know me - but I'm a friend of Blaine's parents and family. I just have to tell you that your blog is inspiring. It's better reading than a novel! I hope you feel the encouragement from others and continue to keep up with your posts! I know that whatever happens you'll handle, but what we are all learning from this experience is what matters. Take care.
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