Just when you think life really sucks......

Hi All,

Well, where to begin. Let's see. When my husband goes to work, it takes a good week for me to come down off my pins and needles. Let's just say that if a crisis is going to happen with the house, car, kids, etc., chances are it'll happen when he's at work. Case and point, the septic system flooded THE DAY HE WENT TO WORK! He had been in HRM about an hour when it started. If the kids are sick, 9 times out of 10, he is at work.

I guess I was starting to let my guard down as I kicked back to watch Survivor Thursday night. My husband had been at work since Saturday, and so far so good. Until I heard the sound that could wake me out of the deadest of sleeps. The bed puke. This time it was my daughter, and it continued for 28 hours straight, and off and on until Saturday sometime. The lack of sleep, laundry, and disinfecting was going at a rapid pace around here all weekend, and is continuing even now. By the way, who got voted off Survivor?

Saturday, my oldest son went for a sleepover at one of his closest friends houses, Samuel. These guys have been really close since we moved here and it's not hard to see why. They both have a very laid back personalities, and really have a great time together. My son often says that Samuel is the nicest kid he knows, and I really can't argue, he really is such a sweetie. Sunday morning, I get a call from Samuel's parents that my son had been struck with a golf club (by Samuel)and had a nosebleed, might need stitches and I could meet them at the hospital. Total panic in my house. First, I have just gotten out of the shower, my hair is still in a towel, Pukey McBarf is still queasy, and my other son isn't even dressed! What next?!? I called my parents and asked them to meet us at the hospital, told them the bbq I planned for us that afternoon was now cancelled, and could they take care of the other two while we waited who knows how long to get my son taken care of at the hospital. Without a seconds hesitation, they were on their way, with my Aunt Cella in tow.

When we arrive at the hospital, I don't know who to console more, my son, who eventually needed 4 stitches to close his face, or his little buddy Samuel, who was crying way harder than my son.

My parents and Aunt arrived, took the other two kids to our place, and Samuel and his Mom Brenda stayed through the X Rays- nothing broken - the stitches -4 total- plus some steri strips. Meanwhile, my friend and neighbour Jody had stopped by the house when she heard what happened (news travels fast on Boularderie Island!) and said she would take the only healthy child I had left to his banquet at 5:00. Boy I can't wait for my husband to get back home!

As I thought about what a crappy looong weekend I had lastnight, something occurred to me. When I needed help, my family, neighbours and friends were there without a moment's hesitation. My Mom was almost late for work, my parents and Aunt had boiled hot dogs for lunch instead of yummy bbq, Brenda and Samuel stayed at the hospital with me the whole time and helped ease the tension of the situation (I am so not good with needles!), Jody picked up my other son to take him to the banquet. How lucky are we to be surrounded by so much love and support? This is exactly why we love living here in Boularderie.

Thank you Mom and Dad, Aunt Cella, my daughter and other son, Brenda and Samuel and Jody. I really appreciate everything.

I guess just when you think life really sucks, you find out just how lucky you are.

Until next time,

Michelle