The sweetest husband in the world

I have been a little under the weather lately. Sunday I had another Vertigo spell, during church actually. Aric took me home as soon as he could to get me medicated promptly. I slept all Sunday and dreaded Monday morning because Aric will essentially be gone all week, lots of overnight call and long days in between. Atleast he is delivering babies, I think that would be a fun job to have. The patients are happy to be there (or atleast after birth) and getting to witness so many little miracles would be awesome.

I get weird during my dizzy spells. I still don't have a good term. Any suggestions?

I slip into a dark mood. I am cranky, moody, my body is exhausted, and I just want to sleep for a week solid until my body has recuperated enough to function, but I have 3 little ones who have enough energy to keep the world spinning. Actually they keep me going. They give me a reason to smile, to laugh, and to cry over the spilled milk that I would truly rather leave on the floor than clean up.

Then there is my sweet husband who gets so worried about me when I'm sick and calls to make sure I'm doing well and I know it kills him that he can't be there for me 24/7. He runs to the hospital to get me the medicine that we hope will actually make me better instead of just treat the symptoms. But instead the meds pretty much knocks me out so I can't function which would be great if i didn't have to be functionable.

Today I just had a meltdown. I am tired, cranky, sick of being tired and cranky, and want to be better. I want to be me. Now I know how two years old feel when no one can understand how they feel. My poor husband text pages me to see how I'm doing, and boy does he get it! I will not disclose my colorful text, but I'm crying, he's perplexed, and we are both apologizing. We rarely ever fight. Thank goodness because I hate it.

I had to go to an eye appointment this afternoon and told my doctor I need some good news because it's been a crappy week. We are pretty much on a first name basis after 4 or 5 appointments in 2 months. Well, my eyes are not better and have to see him in yet another week. My eyes have "infiltrates" in them (whatever those are- annoying?)and I have to stay out of my contacts for probably a few more months. I am beginning to wonder if he's just making it all up.

When I get home there is a lovely message saying someone wants to deliver flowers. Flowers? Well alright come on over! I told the kids someone may be coming by and Brecklen is my little look out. "Mom, there is a human in our driveway, and he's really old with white hair!" (see blog on humans below for my child's definition of 'human' if ya don't get it).

My beautiful bouquet of flowers. This picture just doesn't do the flowers justice. I love daisies, they are one of my favorite flowers. They just make me happy. My kids are super excited about the yummy chocolate that came with it. Me too. I love chocolate, especially anything with mint or carmel, and there was plenty of both. Yummy!

Frankly I didn't deserve the flowers and immediately started crying because that is one (of many) of the sweetest things he has ever done, and I didn't deserve them. But I'm glad he sent them because they did make me happy. I text paged Aric with a big thank you and told him I HAD to see him tonight, if possible. I missed him so much. He was gone all day, and going to be working all night so I wouldn't see him until afternoon the next day and I couldn't wait that long. So I round up the kiddos and we drive down to the hospital to see him for 5 minutes in the car. It was worth it.

Hannah and me fighting over the last chocolate carmel turtle. Wait for it...

wait for it....

And the winner is.....Hannah. At least she let me have a bite.

It would not surprise me if she ends up being an actress.

Brecklen trying to give Madelyn a bite of chocolate. Don't worry dear, you'll be hooked soon enough.

This is for you Aric.

Thanks for the wonderful surprise. I love you.

This is a 'shout out' ( is that acceptable for a white person?) to all my friends who helped me, watched my kids, and brought dinners yet again. For your thoughts and prayers, and to those who will be angry with me for not calling and telling you I'm sick. I love you all and am doing much better. Don't worry, there will always be a next time.

Here is Hannah digging into the goods about a second after my friend left today. I should have taken pictures of everyone's awesome dinners. Thank you all again. I don't know how I would literally survive without you. Hannah would probably find the scissors and cut all her hair off, her dolls hair, and move on to Brecklen who probably wouldn't even notice that his hair is gone because he has playing XBOX all day.

Love you all and enjoy the rest of your spring break!