OHHHHHHHH MY!

Oh my word!!
Life has been CCCCCCCRRRRRRAAZZZZYYYYYYYYYY!
I know I know. I was thinking today, "Well, when it's this crazy that's when you're supposed to be blogging!" Instead, when it's crazy is when I don't blog at all. SO all the drama of my life goes un recorded. I know I know. Pathetic.
Well, quick summary.
J (my now 2 yo) has had 3 ear infections in increasing severity over the past 6 weeks. So, the decision was made, and not lightly I must add, to put tubes in her ears. Her first surgery ever. Urgh. I was NOT thrilled to have this done. The doc kept saying, "I do this every day. Very common. No problem. In and out." WELL MISTER. You do this every day. BUT not on my baby!! I was not happy. So today the baby and I were at the hospital at 7 am (!!!) to be prepped for surgery. She went in at 8.30 am, and I kid you not, at 8.40 the nurse came to get me to take me to recovery. All my stress and fret, and she was done in 10 minutes. Of course we had to be in recovery, and then in our 'room' (more like a cubicle with a curtain) for another couple of hours. We were home in time for lunch.
My mom came to watch my other two children while I was in the hospital with the baby (thanks mom!) and my hubby went about his day as normal.
Hubby. Oh yes. There's him. He went and took a sleep test a few weeks ago, confirmed that he has sleep apnea-- pretty severe apnea actually-- and then we had to get a sleep machine for him. I'm still waiting for the bill for that!! We have to wait and see how much the insurance company will cover. But, now there is no fear of my husband stopping breathing in the night. He wears this mask thing over his face and head, and he has not snored at all since he got it. Of course, that's with the mask on. Occasionally he takes it off in the middle of the night, and then starts snoring again. The first night he had it on, I was panicking. The machine is SO quiet... and... for the first time in over 8 years of sleeping with the man... he was NOT snoring. He slept like a baby. I on the other hand, was awake all night testing his back to see if he was breathing! : )
Oh yes. Me. Long story made short. I had a bump on my arm go from a skin tag to a mountain in about a week. It went from no color to large and angry and red and inflamed and a flaming infection streaking up and down my arm. I had to go to the doctor. Minor surgery later, I now have a puncture wound in my right arm. It is leaking puss, but at least it's not on fire and flaming red like it was. I'm on antibiotics.

Ok... hmmm
I know I'm supposed to be writing about life as a mommy to my Irish Twins... but you know... sometimes other things just TAKE OVER .... so sorry.
One of those things.. I'm heading to another hearts at home conference next weekend in Normal/Bloomington Illinois. It will be AWESOME! I think about 5000 women are supposed to be going... possibly more. Who knows. The fees have been paid, and now we just have to work on hotel charges, gas, food, etc.
The Lord will take care of it. I have no fear of that.

Ahhh yes. My children. Life is interesting with them. They are officially 4 , 3, and 2 now. The baby turned 2 on Valentine's Day. The next birthday is May, when my son turns 4. The other day on the way to preschool, we had this intriguing discussion about Jesus. My son just popped up with the statement "Gramma's cat is dead." To which my daughter replied "We can't say dead. MOOOM he said dead!" To which he replied, "Dead dead dead. See? I can too say it"
This back and forth went on for a couple minutes.
Anyway.... as we went on, the kids asked about gramma's cat and what dead meant. Well, I told them, "Dead is when your heart stops beating, you stop breathing, and you go to meet Jesus. Gramma's cat is with Jesus." We had a little more of this back and forth, about what dead meant and why it's not scary to go see Jesus. My son asked, "When's L gonna go see Jesus? When's she gonna go?" I replied, "Honey, no one knows when they're going to see Jesus. You could be 4 or 44 or 84. No one knows. But, when Jesus wants you to go to heaven with him, he'll call your name, and off you'll go." Of course, my daughter couldn't let that go. "Mommy? When's H going to go see Jesus?" And my answer was the same. "No one knows honey. He could be 3 or 33 or 93. Only Jesus knows when he's going to call H's name and call him to heaven." Ok.... one more time. With the baby. (You get it.)
Well, then H started in with "I want to go see Jesus now. Can't I go today? If I go like this (funny face) and don't breathe, can I go see him today?" I was like, "No honey. I don't think you're going to go today. I don't think Jesus needs you in heaven today. Your mommy wants you here with me for a long long time. Ok?"
And then, my daughter, my 4 year old, says, "Mommy? I'm going to go see Jesus when I'm 7. I just know." I said again, "No honey, no one knows. We don't know when Jesus will call our name and take us to heaven." She said, "Well, you don't know. But I do. I'm going to see him when I'm 7."
ARRGGH!!!!! NO. I wanted to stop the conversation right there. I don't even want to imagine my L being gone. No way. Not thinking about that any more.
Nope.
Thank you Lord we were almost at the school by this time. We pulled into the parking lot, got my son into the school, and when he greeted his teacher, he says, "We talked about Jesus on the way here." The teacher says, "Well, that's a nice way to start your morning."
I thought,
"Ma'am. You don't even know the half of it."
OOOOOHHHHHHH MY!!