True. This really happened. Before Christmas our shower leaked too. And our brand new vehicle's exhaust pipe got bent - somehow? We've managed to fix most of it... none of it was a big deal. I still have a hole in my family room ceiling but who notices that? Oh and our air exchanger is also working improperly.... Terry is trying to fix it as I type. Our house is only three years old... thankfully, I'm not in a place in my life to fret. It got me thinking about how much easier it is to deal with 'life' when you have it in perspective.
So I had no problem dealing with the washer and hot water boiler breaks... of course, Terry fixed them, not me. But my week didn't end there.
We had snow on Saturday and I shoveled the driveway. I have chronic neck and back issues so shoveling, although I love to be out in the snow especially after a big fall, is not really good for me. I made a plan. After our supper at International Flavors (yum!) I was heading to my big whirlpool tub that I have yet to use since we moved into our house... and filling it with almost too hot water, bubbles, and epsom salts... taking a book with me and getting some om. I practically ran upstairs when we got home and filled the tub while I put the baby to bed. My body ached from a massage the previous day too, so gawd, this was going to be soooo goooood.
Upon tub filling, candle lighting, and baby cooperating I waded my hand in the water to make sure it wasn't too hot. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! Sweet lord, it was freezing! And that was the beginning of the hot water boiler fun. So much for my relaxing bath. Off to bed I went, not quite unscathed but coping fine... to be woken seven or eight times until coffee time the next morning.
Yesterday, the sun was shining. I'm pretty sure I had only three or four wakes the previous night, so a run was in order. If you have or are around babies, you know how long it took me to get out of the house. By the time I got to the lake (just a short 4k run for us that day) I already had a workout. Then I had to fit a too small weather cover over the running stroller, set up the stroller snuggli thing (it was freezing out!) and put the baby's snowsuit on in the car (because the car seat is getting too small and she doesn't fit in it with her snowsuit on!). Phew! By the time I had her in the stroller, nice and comfy, I had my second workout. Time to run....
As you can imagine... that didn't work out so well either. The trail was icy and bumpy and I was sliding all over the place. I walked about half of the time but felt good that I was out there... no other mamas or papas were there with strollers (that's because they were smarter than me of course). As I turned at the top of the lake the bitter wind hit me and my stroller flinging the g.d. weather protector into my face. So much for wind protection for the babe... and so the struggle against the wind began for the next 20 or so minutes. My nose ran more than my feet. My eyes watered. And my poor baby's breath was taken away more than once. I stopped numerous times to check her... tried walking backwards but the ice wasn't cooperating. Finally we turned at the other end of the lake and the wind hit our backs..... ommmmmmm. A nice easy run on the bare pavement to end our little adventure.
I felt like crap throughout nearly the entire run/walk to be honest. I was a terrible mother to bring my child into this situation. I was not fit enough to not be able to run against the wind on the icy trail with a stroller and a weather protector in my face. I was not enlightened enough to not get angry at the wind and call it names. Then, a man stopped and chatted about how wonderful it was to see us outside that day. He said he 'admired' me. That's all I needed! Little ego boost! And I felt like I accomplished something. Got through the tough stuff (with a little external assistance) and there it is... ommmmm.
My baby's last month or two has been like my week. She's had sleepless nights, upset belly, painful gums. gas (oh my how does a tiny little thing get so much gas?)... and this evening I felt it! A tooth has broken the skin! All that toughness (still another few nights to go I expect) and then ommmmm. She'll be able to sleep better (so will Mommy and Daddy) and there will be no more pain... but a white pearly tooth..... to nip mommy with. Darn tootin!