Tears in my ears

I’m sitting in a puddle of tears.  I would be face down on the cheap linoleum if I thought I could get back up.  Honest to goodness, your comments on my last post touched my heart deeply.  I sincerely thank each and every one of you for taking the time to encourage me.  My heart is happy.

Yesterday, Fiddledaddy had to make a trip into Orlando to the DisneyWorld of my dreams…the Apple Store.  The day before, while Jensen was having a 5 year old fit outside of the library, he jumped up with arms flailing and knocked Fiddledaddy’s iPhone out of his hand.  It went crashing to the sidewalk, shattering the screen.

Well.  Fiddledaddy remained calm, mostly because there were people around, and we already have a dicey reputation at the library.  Jensen was immediately filled with remorse and apologized profusely.  They continued into the library to turn books in, and pick up more books on hold.

Fiddledaddy said that Jensen uncharacteristically stood still, didn’t utter a word, and did not render himself naked.  As he has been known to do in library visits past.

I’m pretty sure that the staff asked to see Fiddledaddy’s ID, because no one who works there would have ever believed that this was Jensen.  And his bedraggled father.

When they got home, Fiddledaddy called the nice folks at Apple and explained the situation.  We were fully prepared to have to shell out many dollars to replace the phone.  We do have the extended warranty, but we didn’t think that warranty covered anything Jensen related.  They happily told him that he could bring the phone into the Apple Store and they would replace the screen.  FOR FREE.

Therefore, I had to make the gut wrenching decision whether to accompany my family to my favorite place on earth, or stay home, ALONE, and get reports and paper work finished.  While enjoying a nice cup of hot coffee.  (My joy knows no bounds.)

Well, I pulled up my big girl panties and did the responsible thing.  I stayed home and got some much needed work done.  Difficult as that was.  My favorite thing to do at the Apple Store is to drool all over an iPad.  So I gave Emme clear instructions to drool in my stead.  Which she did.

Sadly, I cannot justify the expense of purchasing an iPad right now.  My contract with MSN as the Mom’s Homeroom Message Board Moderator is coming to an end this month.  Because of severe budget cuts, they will be doing the moderating in-house.  They have let me know that they want to use me as a guest blogger writing articles over the next year.  I look forward to continuing to work with this group of people.  I just adore them.

And you know how when God closes one door, He opens a window?  Well, I just look forward to seeing what He has in store for me next year.

I hope to finish up my post about my Lyme journey this weekend, and I’ll give that a page all to itself, so that other people battling Lyme can share their journey as well.  I will also include some terrific resources that I’ve discovered in the last few weeks.  Oh, I finished watching “Under Our Skin” last night.  If you are close to anyone battling this disease, I so recommend that you get a copy and watch it.  It helps you to understand the disease better, and know what the patient is really going through.  And the unbelievable controversy surrounding not only the diagnosis, but the treatment as well.  I had no idea what Lyme Disease really was, or how devastating it can be, until these last few weeks.

Have a wonderful weekend, my sweet cyber friends!

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5 Responses to Tears in my ears

  • Oh DeeDee, I am sitting in a puddle of tears just reading these last three posts! I will continue praying for you and hoping this treatment gives you some relief!

    As for the teenager thing… maybe you should start a page for that, too! Maybe a whole ‘nother blog, even?! I remember being in line at a store with my mom when I was in my early 20’s. There was a woman behind us, accompanied by her (approximately 14-year old) daughter, who was whining and huffing and sighing and being so totally obnoxious because her mom wouldn’t buy her something. After about 5 minutes, I looked at my mom and said, “I am SOOOOO sorry for the last 8 years!” I’m definitely NOT looking forward to that age with my kids. But then again, I think that’s mainly because my 6-year-old has already started it! AHH!

  • I want an iPad, too, and there is no way I can justify getting it. I have only gone to the Apple Store, which is just across town, once to drool.

    As for the pre-teen girl-child. When I met my darling Rocket Man, his girls were 11 and 7. As I was the mother of a 16 year old daughter (and I firmly believe that when the Anti-Christ appears, it will be in the form of a 15/16 year old girl), he asked me if I had any advice for him with his 11 almost 12 year old daughter. I didn’t blink an eye. I told him to drown her. Immediately. That way, he would only ever have fond memories of her. He was aghast and said he couldn’t do that. He adored that child. Shortly before her 13th birthday, he looked at me and told me that he was profoundly sorry he hadn’t followed my advice. He tells people all the time now that the most useful advice he ever ignored was that particular one. JUST JOKING, of course, but I hope I made you smile. 14 years later, we have lived through some incredible experiences…like you can’t make this stuff up…and the girls are still taking breath. So, there is life after adolescence, but hang on…cause its a bumpy ride.

    I’m thankful for you and your humor and know that the Father will bless you with abundant grace today and every day!

  • Thanks for your sweet response to me yesterday! It’s good to remember we’re not alone 🙂

  • I’m gonna ask Santa to bring you and iPad for Christmas. I think you deserve it after the year you’ve had!

  • I remember telling my then 16 year old daughter that I would be her best friend someday. She sighed, rolled her eyes and muttered,”Whatever.” She is all grown up and married and we really are best friends…she calls me to hang out! So when those teens are tough…This to shall pass.