Today I had an appointment with the carpet cleaning people. I came home from school and waited patiently on the representative to come in and provide an estimate and/or clean the carpet. Finally, the door bell rang. I looked through the glass and immediately thought, “This must be the owner’s son. He can’t be more than 18 years old.” Regardless of his youthful appearance, he came in and began to walk through the house and ask questions about my expectations and concerns with the carpet. I kindly answered his questions. He inquired about a “black light inspection”. I kind of hesitated because of my knowledge of black lights and the fact that they reveal all of your dirty secrets…literally.
You can continue reading this post on Bethany Wallace's blog, where I was honored to contribute to her "28 Days of Love" project.
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Friday, February 22, 2013
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Be careful what you ask for!
I've recently been in a funk. As much as my husband tries to understand, he doesn't get it. I think it's the testosterone vs. estrogen phenomenon! But here'a brief glimpse of our recent weeks...
After a completely normal, enjoyable date night without the girls, I had a meltdown. Yes, you know the one with tears that you can't even explain, but it sure feels good to let them flow. That's the kind I had. I really don't know what triggered it, but I finally decided (which may or may not have been the real source) that I was bored with life.
Now, here's where it get's crazy. I told him that our life is too perfect! Yep, that was my diagnosis at that moment.
Here's a picture of our "problem"--Chad and I don't fight. We have jobs we enjoy. Our children, friends, and family members are healthy. Our children are rather well behaved. They do well in school. We can pay our bills. Chad comes home each night. He loves our children. He helps care for our chilren. He even washes clothes.
Sounds miserable, huh? I told you it was crazy. I eventually decided that our lives are boring and predictable. Yes, "predictable" was the word I used. I told Chad that it seems like we get up, say "good morning", get ready for work, get the kids ready for school, kiss goodbye, go to work, come home, kiss, debrief, eat, get ready for the next day, kiss goodnight, go to bed, and REPEAT.
Nothing on the list is bad. I actually enjoy most of the items on the list. The lack of impulse or interruption was what I was bored with. Well, apparently when I was having this conversation, God was listening (I know, right?). He decided to add a little unpredictability to our lives. Within the month following that conversation with Chad things began to happen...and happen...and...happen!
1. Shannon..stomach virus...vomit in Chad's truck.
2. Taylor...stomach virus...vomit in Blake's diapter bag.
3. Blake...ear infection...fever and no sleep for 5 days.
4. Chad...sinus infection junk.
5. Women of Faith event with speaker of my dreams...cancelled.
6. Kennedy...flu.
7. Chad's mom...gall bladder surgery.
8. Weather...blew a piece of the fence over (remember the dead dog)
9. Chad's job...
10. Texas budget crisis...will I have a job next year?
11. Blake standing up and letting go...
So, things really aren't so boring or predictable in the Dickerson house these days. For the last 6 days we've all been healthy...maybe things will get back to "boring and predictalbe" again soon.
After a completely normal, enjoyable date night without the girls, I had a meltdown. Yes, you know the one with tears that you can't even explain, but it sure feels good to let them flow. That's the kind I had. I really don't know what triggered it, but I finally decided (which may or may not have been the real source) that I was bored with life.
Now, here's where it get's crazy. I told him that our life is too perfect! Yep, that was my diagnosis at that moment.
Here's a picture of our "problem"--Chad and I don't fight. We have jobs we enjoy. Our children, friends, and family members are healthy. Our children are rather well behaved. They do well in school. We can pay our bills. Chad comes home each night. He loves our children. He helps care for our chilren. He even washes clothes.
Sounds miserable, huh? I told you it was crazy. I eventually decided that our lives are boring and predictable. Yes, "predictable" was the word I used. I told Chad that it seems like we get up, say "good morning", get ready for work, get the kids ready for school, kiss goodbye, go to work, come home, kiss, debrief, eat, get ready for the next day, kiss goodnight, go to bed, and REPEAT.
Nothing on the list is bad. I actually enjoy most of the items on the list. The lack of impulse or interruption was what I was bored with. Well, apparently when I was having this conversation, God was listening (I know, right?). He decided to add a little unpredictability to our lives. Within the month following that conversation with Chad things began to happen...and happen...and...happen!
1. Shannon..stomach virus...vomit in Chad's truck.
2. Taylor...stomach virus...vomit in Blake's diapter bag.
3. Blake...ear infection...fever and no sleep for 5 days.
4. Chad...sinus infection junk.
5. Women of Faith event with speaker of my dreams...cancelled.
6. Kennedy...flu.
7. Chad's mom...gall bladder surgery.
8. Weather...blew a piece of the fence over (remember the dead dog)
9. Chad's job...
10. Texas budget crisis...will I have a job next year?
11. Blake standing up and letting go...
So, things really aren't so boring or predictable in the Dickerson house these days. For the last 6 days we've all been healthy...maybe things will get back to "boring and predictalbe" again soon.
Friday, September 10, 2010
You have got to be kidding...
This week has been too outrageously weird not to post about it. So, here's a random assortment of the things you've missed if you don't live in the Dickerson house.
Monday--Chad and Taylor went to the deer lease to do whatever it is that they do at the deer lease before deer season starts. Kennedy, Blake, and I stayed home and made an attempt at cleaning our messy, messy house. About 5 PM Chad came in the house looking pasty white. I thought he was going to vomit in the living room floor as he hobbled to the couch. After directing him NOT to vomit on my carpet, I learned that he stepped off the 4-wheeler directly into a hole. He assured me that he heard snapping noises as he fell to the ground in pain. So, to the E.R. we went. Luckily, my in-laws met us at the E.R. to take the 3 girls back to their house. Now, as if this isn't crazy enough, I walked (and Chad hobbled) into the E.R. at 6:45PM, expecting to be there for hours. But, it was our lucky day. We left 1 hour later with Chad sporting a walking boot and crutches.
Tuesday--Chad was up most of the night in pain. And, Kennedy got up complaining of a sore throat. Normally, I would not panic about a sore throat, but this was day 2 of the complaint, and I learned on Monday evening that the neighbor was getting over strep throat. So, Tuesday morning I have Chad on the couch (drugged), Taylor crying because she has to go to school, Kennedy headed for the doctor, Blake smiling at the world, and me trying to figure out how things went so wrong so quickly! Once again, God shows off and Kennedy tests negative for strep.
Wednesday--I have to take my Acadia back to the shop for the 450th time for the 250th different thing. I have a real love-hate relationship with that vehicle. The lady was nice enough to give me a loaner vehicle when I explained to her that I had THREE car seats to maneuver when they kindly dropped me off at work. Guess they didn't realize that if you work where your kids go to school when you find a friend to take you back to your car, that means you need the car seats too! Are you counting? This is 3 crazy events followed by 3 examples of God protecting my sanity and providing for our family.
Thursday--This is by far the most outrageous of all days...E.V.E.R. Kennedy goes out the back door to jump on the trampoline. She quickly comes scrambling back inside in such a panic that I can't understand anything she is trying to tell me. After calming her down, I understand that the neighbor's dog has his head stuck in the fence between our yards, and Kennedy believes he isn't breathing. Naturally, I imagine dog's head through the privacy fence, struggling dog, broken neck, scarred for life 7 year old. Well, actually only most of that sentence happened. The dog actually managed to get himself mostly through the fence before apparently pinching his intestines. Yes, he really was dead. Now, I am an animal person, and I do not take that lightly. However, I am also a mother and wife and I begin to put things together in my head. Chad on crutches with broken ankle can't get Dalmatian out of fence. Other than the size, I just can't bring myself to touch the dog. The owner isn't home. My older 2 kids are looking at this dead dog caught half way between the yards. My daddy is working in Port Arthur. My brother moved to Gladewater. My friend Lisa and her husband are in the Caribbean. My friend Amanda's husband is probably fishing or hunting. God has been so good to me this week. SURELY this is not how my week is going to end. Within minutes Kent (an almost vet) drives into the drive way to bring my crippled husband home. Guess who gets drafted to deal with the dog situation in his khaki's, dress shirt, etc. Yes, I am convinced that God put Kent on this earth to remove that dog from the fence (and yes, maybe to be a good husband, daddy, Sunday School leader, etc.)
Friday--not nearly as exciting as the previous days, but here's the notice I received from the P.E. coach this morning after Kindergarten P.E.
Thought of the day according to Taylor Dickerson: Don't spit into the wind, cause it might blow back in your face! (Seriously, that's a smart girl!)
Have a great weekend!
Monday--Chad and Taylor went to the deer lease to do whatever it is that they do at the deer lease before deer season starts. Kennedy, Blake, and I stayed home and made an attempt at cleaning our messy, messy house. About 5 PM Chad came in the house looking pasty white. I thought he was going to vomit in the living room floor as he hobbled to the couch. After directing him NOT to vomit on my carpet, I learned that he stepped off the 4-wheeler directly into a hole. He assured me that he heard snapping noises as he fell to the ground in pain. So, to the E.R. we went. Luckily, my in-laws met us at the E.R. to take the 3 girls back to their house. Now, as if this isn't crazy enough, I walked (and Chad hobbled) into the E.R. at 6:45PM, expecting to be there for hours. But, it was our lucky day. We left 1 hour later with Chad sporting a walking boot and crutches.
Tuesday--Chad was up most of the night in pain. And, Kennedy got up complaining of a sore throat. Normally, I would not panic about a sore throat, but this was day 2 of the complaint, and I learned on Monday evening that the neighbor was getting over strep throat. So, Tuesday morning I have Chad on the couch (drugged), Taylor crying because she has to go to school, Kennedy headed for the doctor, Blake smiling at the world, and me trying to figure out how things went so wrong so quickly! Once again, God shows off and Kennedy tests negative for strep.
Wednesday--I have to take my Acadia back to the shop for the 450th time for the 250th different thing. I have a real love-hate relationship with that vehicle. The lady was nice enough to give me a loaner vehicle when I explained to her that I had THREE car seats to maneuver when they kindly dropped me off at work. Guess they didn't realize that if you work where your kids go to school when you find a friend to take you back to your car, that means you need the car seats too! Are you counting? This is 3 crazy events followed by 3 examples of God protecting my sanity and providing for our family.
Thursday--This is by far the most outrageous of all days...E.V.E.R. Kennedy goes out the back door to jump on the trampoline. She quickly comes scrambling back inside in such a panic that I can't understand anything she is trying to tell me. After calming her down, I understand that the neighbor's dog has his head stuck in the fence between our yards, and Kennedy believes he isn't breathing. Naturally, I imagine dog's head through the privacy fence, struggling dog, broken neck, scarred for life 7 year old. Well, actually only most of that sentence happened. The dog actually managed to get himself mostly through the fence before apparently pinching his intestines. Yes, he really was dead. Now, I am an animal person, and I do not take that lightly. However, I am also a mother and wife and I begin to put things together in my head. Chad on crutches with broken ankle can't get Dalmatian out of fence. Other than the size, I just can't bring myself to touch the dog. The owner isn't home. My older 2 kids are looking at this dead dog caught half way between the yards. My daddy is working in Port Arthur. My brother moved to Gladewater. My friend Lisa and her husband are in the Caribbean. My friend Amanda's husband is probably fishing or hunting. God has been so good to me this week. SURELY this is not how my week is going to end. Within minutes Kent (an almost vet) drives into the drive way to bring my crippled husband home. Guess who gets drafted to deal with the dog situation in his khaki's, dress shirt, etc. Yes, I am convinced that God put Kent on this earth to remove that dog from the fence (and yes, maybe to be a good husband, daddy, Sunday School leader, etc.)
Friday--not nearly as exciting as the previous days, but here's the notice I received from the P.E. coach this morning after Kindergarten P.E.
Thought of the day according to Taylor Dickerson: Don't spit into the wind, cause it might blow back in your face! (Seriously, that's a smart girl!)
Have a great weekend!
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