Well, maybe a half-day. I’m not really sick, either. Sophia is. She’s got a hacking cough so I kept her home today. Good day for a sick day, I think!
I’m feeling the opposite of sick, actually. I’m feeling alive. I’m feeling inspired. Feeling like I want to go do something really amazing and creative and set my life on a new path. I’ve been so busy lately. Toooo busy. It’s a good busy, but still exhausting. And things slip… either with the business or the family, and I feel like I get pulled so many ways and I’m fraying and no one is getting any quality pieces of me. I realized yesterday that I forgot my very good friend’s birthday. LAST MONTH. It took me a month to realize that?! That’s a good sign that something has gone very wrong with me.
But this morning, thinking about things, I suddenly felt like I was looking at one of those weird 3-D picture thingies. You know, those ones that you stare at for a long time seeing nothing, and then suddenly it all pops into focus and there’s this amazing thing hidden in all the previous chaos? Well, I had that this morning. Nothing in particular, but just felt like I knew what changes I need to make and where I want to go. I took some time to sit and write some things down and I feel good. I’m making a list, maybe I’ll share it here sometime.
One of those things included blogging. I miss the good old days. The scrapbooking/blogging/recording things days. I’ve been feeling discombobulated (probably not a real word) and I know it’s because I’m not keeping a record like I should. So I’m going to focus more on doing that, and I’ll just do it here. And in a journal. And hopefully, maybe, in a scrapbook again. As I was telling Dave about some funny things about Franklin yesterday, he said kind of wistfully that I would have scrapbooked that. And I would have. And I should. But for now, it’s going to go here before I forget it.
So. Franklin.
Pictured here jumping from the bunkbed with a “parachute” on his back. His clever parachute was a grocery bag stuck on his shoulders.
Yesterday, he told me that my new haircut makes me look like Willy Wonka. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but I’m not going to worry about it. He meant it nicely, I think…
Getting our jackets to head out the door, he told me that “jacket booty” means “jacket” in Spanish. Interesting.
He went under general anesthesia yesterday for an MRI. His EEG came back last month with some abnormalities in the occipital lobe, which means he may have more seizures in the future (60% chance, the doctor said). The doctor expects the MRI to come back normal. But the little guy was a champ! The doctor called the night before and told me it was normal for me to be terrified before the procedure. I wasn’t terrified, but it made me wonder if I should be! 
He kept telling us that the doctors shot him. They put an IV in his hand… But “the doctors shot me” sounds pretty serious…
Ok… I’m off on an adventure. The kids and I are going to walk to lunch and find treasures on the way! I’ll leave with one more image of Franklin in his awesome preschool thanksgiving costume. He’s not wearing the paper bag vest, but it’s still cute. On the day I took this, we went to lunch at a local sandwich shop and he wore the getup the whole time and I wanted to burst, he was so cute. I’m really savoring this last year before he goes to school every day…
by shannon
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