She Lost Her Marbles Where?
31 Jan, 2013 at 7:00 am | Written by: Heather Riggleman
Don’t look. It’s not pretty. Need a picture to prove it? Here goes:
Told you not to look (OK, I had a real pic of me, but my dear husband insisted that I shouldn’t scare people). I went through the ringer yesterday and I mean knocked down, dragged out and sucker punched. It all started with my son and ended with my daughter in the trenches of motherhood. Tuesday night my son complains of a sore throat and I got the mother of the year award when I told him, “You need to pull up your little britches and gets some rest, sometimes we all get sore throats.”
He woke the next morning with a fever of 104. In to the clinic we go. Doctor takes one look at Elijah and says, “FLU.” Mom (a.k.a ME) has no idea what entails of testing for the flu bug until the nurse comes in to shove a swab up my son’s nose in which I get to smile at my son and say, “It’s for the best!”
Son surprisingly climbs into mom’s lab and cuddles after nose was brutally violated. Just when we think it’s safe, Doc comes back to say, “Negative, let’s take a blood sample.” Mom holds son, son squeals at the needle, mom hugs tighter, son bites mom. Doc comes in to say,” he must be fighting a virus.” Gee, thanks Doc, so thankful for the clarification, my wrist truly thanks you.
Mom and son go home. Mom gets call from a committee, mom goes to office. Mom gets pulled off committee and told to “rest”. Mom goes home battered and bruised while questioning what the word, “rest” means. Son breaks out into hives and off mom, son and dad go to the clinic. As soon as mom comes home, youngest daughter quietly comes to mommy stating,
“Mommy I tried to lay an egg and there’s a marble in my butt.”
To mom’s dismay, she realizes son left marbles in tub, 4-year-old Tori who thinks she is a dragon tried to sit on her “eggs” a.k.a marbles. Mom frets over marble, not sure how to get object out. Mom frets to Jamie, Jen and Leslie,
Leslie Means Ugh! .I’m sorry for your crappy day – but the marble comment kinda made me smile.
And the moral of this story? In life’s worst moments God has taught me to laugh at myself, even when I’m losing my marbles. Life is messy. It’s not perfect and it would be boring without moments like this.