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I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Bickering Snow Day

Yesterday was wicked cold with a dusting of snow. The roads were bad in the morning so schools went from being delayed to completely closed. The boys (including Timmy) were delighted with the bonus vacation day. Unfortunately the jubilation was short lived. By mid afternoon everybody was bickering and I found myself looking at the clock with longing, eager for my ear appointment so I could escape the chaos at home. I love my family, but I think everybody is at a point where they need some space.

Despite the bickering (and downright fighting), yesterday was not a complete disaster. After weeks of pain, countless pills and bottles of drops, my ear is finally on the road to recovery. The doctor was able to complete the procedure yesterday (with minimal discomfort) and I felt instant relief as I sat up from the table. It feels odd to be without the pressure and and pain that have been omnipresent for so long. The house sounds eerily silent with the ringing in my ears silenced.  It probably sounds strange, but I feel ten pounds lighter now that I have been liberated from my ear issues.

Today we are looking at warmer temperatures, dry air and bright skies. Thank goodness everybody will be going back to school. I love my boys, but I can't handle the squabbling anymore. Robby is only 11 but boasts the snark of a seasoned teenager. It is amazing how Scott and I have managed to live so long without him commenting on everything we do wrong! The only benefit of my ear issues has been the temporary reduction in my hearing which has helped me to tune out the snarky commentary.

Robby is a typical pre-teen, but my little Hamlet still adores me and thinks I'm perfect. He can't wait to snuggle up with me to watch cartoons, is quick to give me kisses and is always happy to dance in the kitchen. I know that this stage is fleeting, and soon he will see me through the same prepubescent lenses as his brother. But right now I'm trying to soak up as much motherly adoration as possible because I have a feeling I'll be tapping into those reserves in the coming years.

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