Anniversary?

Today marks the two-month "anniversary" of the event that turned my life upside down.  Two months ago today...at about this time...an aneurysm ruptured in the subarachnoid area outside my brain.  It wasn't pleasant!  What IS pleasant is that I survived with no disability.  I am so very grateful...but also scared.  I figure I dodged one enormous bullet, but the next bullet might find its mark.  In some respects, I feel that I am living on borrowed time.  It isn't a comfortable feeling...

It was Homecoming for Monrovia today.  Our pep session at the end of the day consisted of a Powder Puff football game (girls) playing on the football field, which is down a hill from the school--a rock road.  I remembered to take a hat to cover my poor scarred noggin so it woudn't get sun.  (The incision isn't totally healed yet, which somewhat surprises me.  I also don't see a lot of hair activity.  Too early to tell?  Hmmmmm....)  As I was walking down the rock road to the football field, I wondered if I was doing more than I should have, but I keep on keepin' on.

Yesterday, about 45 minutes after I got home from school, a call came in from the day care provider saying that Ryan was throwing up.  I needed to go get the kids.  It was only about an hour earlier than I usually do that, so it wasn't a big deal...but there are problems with the trip home.  The children have a competition going about who gets to go in the house first.  Ryan's car seat is right behind the driver's seat, so it is normal for me to get him unstrapped first.  That doesn't always sit well with his sister.  I got out the car to unstrap him and saw that he was about to throw up.  I had taken a pan for that purpose, so was leaning over him and holding the pan while the poor little dude dealt with his upset tummy.  His sister interpreted that as my getting him out first, so decided to kick in his direction.  She hit my thumb.  I yelled...loudly.  Told her she was behaving like a spoiled brat.  When I finally got both kids out of the car, Robin ran to the bedroom and hid under the covers in our bedroom.  Ryan was fine thereafter, but it took a little prodding to get Robbie to accept my apology for yelling, while accepting her bad behavior.  When we kissed and made up, she wanted to decorate the house for fall.  That's a lovely idea, but the place is trashed.  How can we decorate????

After school tonight, we all went to McDonald's for supper (for the play area) but both children totally misbehaved.  I don't know what it is.  There seems to be a button in Ryan that something pushes and he is out of control.  His sister can be just as bad.  In any case, we finally got things somewhat under control.  Bought winter jackets for the children, a Halloween costume for Ryan, a couple of shirts for them, a new DVD/VHS player to replace the one that isn't working now...blah, blah.   They won't be going to Muncie to see their father until late tomorrow.  Can we survive?????  Inquiring minds want to know!