Saturday, November 8, 2008

Vicodin Moments

A whole week has gone by with little of coherence to show for it on my part. I have a disjointed series of memories of things happening and people coming and going. Often with food :0)


Our church has provided several dinners for us this week. And my sister (a strep throat veteran) sent this:













My little Gunnar-bug, a tender and compassionate soul, leaves a note on my little Dry-Erase board every time he walks by:













Tuesday was kind of a "low" day. I was feeling sick. Kerry had a major deadline and had to work most of the day (he works from home, so he was still 'in charge'). It poured all day, so the kids got a LOT of "screen time" (computer and movie). At one point, Wyatt and Tate were playing Lego Star Wars and getting very frustrated. I overheard Wyatt, near tears,

"Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!

That was all yooooooooooooooour faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaault!

You made me lose all my cooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiins!"

(Pause, breathe)

"Oooohhhhhhhh, I wish I could say a Bad Word right now!"

2 comments:

Deborah said...

Hopefully in a few more days you can be a Tylenol popper instead of the Vicodin. Yikes I can only imagine -- actually, I don't have to imagine. Even though it was my legs in pain, I remember all too well the tiredness and the loopiness.

Rest up! and rest assured, this too will pass. ((hugs))

Deborah

leahlefler said...

Goodness, I hope the pain gets better soon. What a sweet boy you have in Gunnar, though! And ROFL with the "I wish I could say a bad word" comment!