Remember how I was saying that I was feeling overwhelmed and
overscheduled a couple days ago? Well,
the universe/God/coincidence intervened and took care of that for me.
Tuesday night, Eden woke up with horrible stomach pains that
kept her awake for a couple hours. After
that she slept fine and woke up feeling okay, but late morning the pain kept
back. After a couple hours of her laying
in a tightly curled ball on the couch and whimpering in pain, I was polling
friends and acquaintances for information about viruses going around, calling
our nurse, and generally getting very worried.
Our nurse advised that if the pain was intermittent it was likely a
virus, but if it was constant and getting worse, we should take her to the ER
(probably fearing appendicitis). So
basically, don’t worry at all, or worry very much. It’s hard to gauge someone else’s pain, but I
knew it was bad.
Right when I was on the verge of deciding to take her in
just in case, she started vomiting and feeling better, being able to keep Tylenol
down and sleep, and the virus started acting like a normal virus. Phew. Emergency
averted.
Meanwhile, while the kids were napping that day, I started
hearing an increasingly high-pitched whistling noise, like a giant tea kettle
would make. Well, you know what’s basically
a giant tea kettle? A hot water
heater. I sleuthed my way around the
house until I got to the basement and saw the relief valve spilling out almost
boiling water onto our basement floor.
The whistling had stopped for the moment so I went upstairs to try to
contact Kasey and figure out what the heck was going on. Well, whenever there’s a near emergency of
any kind, the universe/God/coincidence intervenes and Kasey becomes
unreachable. Maybe this is supposed to
instill some sort of confidence in my ability to handle these situations on my
own. That doesn’t tend to happen,
though. So I did the next best thing,
and put an all-call out on facebook for hot water heater help and started
googling.
Then I started hearing the whistling again. I made my way downstairs, but then the
whistling got higher, and higher, and higher, into registers that only dogs can
hear, and I got scared. I ran upstairs
and got in a corner far away from where the hot water tank would be blasting
through the floor. You think I’m
overreacting, but mythbusters proves that a hot water tank can blast through 2
floors of a house. Thankfully we had
seen this episode and even though I didn’t recall it consciously at the time,
my subconscious must have remembered and my self-protection kicked in.
The whistling stopped, the overflowing recommenced, and my
facebook peeps came through. I shut off
the gas and the water, my dad stopped by to double-check, and all was
well. Phew. Emergency averted.
So that was an exciting day.
And then, instead of having days too full with too little
margins, my days became one big blank space.
I love when that happens.
Since then, we’ve been in calm, vacation-like mode. It’s nice to have an excuse to not leave the
house and to watch a lot of tv. Grandma
brought over some fresh DVDs and snacks.
Kasey MacGyvers the hot water tank every morning to give us enough hot
water to stay stink free and wash stomach virus laundry.
Today my girl’s feeling a lot better so I’m trying to
entice her away from the tv. We made
playdough with our favorite recipe. We
omitted the spices because she wanted it to be green, and then she and Isaac played
with it for a loooooong time. Never underestimate
the power of fresh playdough. I got a
shower, made muffins, and wrote.
Ahhhh.
Our near-emergencies acted as a giant reset button, and my
kids are acting less like monkeys and more like their sweet selves. I’m feeling little stress and am enjoying
cuddles with my girl on the couch and wrestling with my boy on the floor.
Sometimes it's hard to figure out what is a cosmic joke, what is God intervening directly, and what is coincidence. Today I'm less interested in figuring that out and more interested in laughing at the joke and being thankful for the unexpected free time to enjoy. Here’s to the quiet days!
1 comment:
I'm so glad she's feeling well again. Man, what an adventure! The hot water heater would have scared me too, and I agree, emergency situations do seem to coincide with unreachable husbands. Good idea with the play dough, I think I'll do that today since Isaac is in an incredibly bad mood.
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