Moms are not suppose to be sick

Hello!! 

I am starting off with hello, because it feels like forever since I have been online or visited this blog. 

So again, Hello dear readers!

I have been back from the hospital now for a week and our life has taken some slight twists and turns since I was in a car accident and broke my wrist. It takes little to no imagination to see how having 4 kiddos, a husband, and a house that is always running makes it SO inconvenient for this mom to be down and out-- now or ever. Loosing the use of my hand, wrist and arm has put quite a damper on all of our daily happenings. 

But really folks once you read the following sentence you will have absolutely no sympathy for me what.so.ever...

WE HIRED A NANNY. Yep, that's what we done and did. My sweet soon-to-be sister in-law is a full time employee here at the Boda homestead. She is with us from 8am-5pm, Monday through Friday! 

Now one would think that I would be flying high with all of her help and believe me I do love having Emily here, as she has literally taken over the running of our house. I mean come on, I have daydreamed hundreds of times about having someone cook and clean my house while I do nothing but sit on the couch painting my nails.  

But honestly, my spirits have been dangling pretty low this week with my wrist still a throbbin' and my inability to pick up Hope, change a diaper, half an avocado, or even strap my bra on by myself. It has been pretty hard for me to snap out of the pain and feeling sorry for myself, which I know was probably way too obvious to my family as I wore the same Barney purple sweatshirt and grey sweatpants for 3 straight days. Then only to switch into my black sweatpants, while waiting for my Barney zip-up to dry, which when dry went immediately back onto my body. 

My Matt even said to me: "Hey babe, I know you aren't feeling very well, but maybe putting on some makeup would help you to feel a little bit better." 

Which honestly I think he meant to say: "You are really starting to scare the kids with this dread lock and baggie, dark circled eyed look, maybe you should think about some makeup." But alas, his words fell on deaf ears, because it wasn't until yesterday that I even pulled out my green tube of Covergirl in hopes of doing some damage control to my face.

But thank the good Lord that today, yes today, I feel like I have finally managed to break through the muck and doggie paddle my way to the surface, grab onto a floaty where I then was able to just sit and enjoy the view. And you know what I discovered... that my view is pretty darn beautiful. 

I have an amazing husband who always picks up the slack without a word of complaint. I have four healthy children full of life and love, who want to play with me at any moment of the day. I have a mom who still takes care of me (currently everyday) even though I am 36 years old. I have friends who call to show that they care, knowing that I most likely won't answer my phone and probably won't call them back until next year. I have new friends in Tampa who have made gluten free meals galore to support and love us. And really I am strong and healthy and the accident could have been SO so so much worse. 

So... This mamma ain't got nothin to complain about. And by the grace of God from here on out I am going to take it all in one day at a time, starting tomorrow when I sit on the couch and paint my nails or have Emily paint them (just kidding ya, I would never torture her with my stubs that I call nails!). 

Thanks to all you readers for your prayers and sweet messages! They have truly helped me to stay afloat.

Ps. In case you are wondering-- yes, I did write this one handed. And I won't be complaining that my good arm is now completely numb. 

My view outside, not too shabby. 

My view from the couch, not too shabby either.

Lots of Painkillers

Monday night I went out for some much needed and beloved, kid-free grocery shopping. I was SO excited to be out by my lonesome that cruising the aisles of all things food felt like walking the runway for Ralph Lauren. 

Welllll, after blissfully strutting through each section and grabbing items of food, I got to the check out line only to realize that in pure "Kristin style" I forgot my wallet. Uggh! With a few choice curse words running through my head I trucked out to my Mini to run home for my plastic card.

Soooo....on my simple drive back to the island, suddenly out of nowhere a jack of an arse turns left right as I am strolling through my GREEN GREEN light... and as I go to honk my horn - Bam! 

Severely broken wrist, hyperventilating, ambulance, fire truck, really nice people trying to help me and keep me from completely freaking out all followed. 

Forward 2 days later (today)...

The pain from my wrist and hand has produced more tears and ugly weeping cries than I thought possible. The throbbing, stabbing pain has made me say more than once that a broken wrist is a lot (and I mean A LOT) worse than childbirth! 

A simple trip to the grocery ended with a four-day stent of pain medicine and my bottom glued to a hospital bed.

 

Surgery is scheduled at 12:56 today. 

Prayers for a speedy recovery and for my wonderful family who are picking up the bunches and bunches of slack with all my kiddos would be much appreciated!! 

Don't be deceived the weird smile on my face is due to mucho, mucho painkillers.  

Ps. Funny how In the midst of it all, the thing that I was most worried about was how the lunches for my boys were going to be made for school the next morning, especially because there was NO food in the house. Well, Thank God for best friends who make two gluten-free lunches at 11PM and deliver them to their classrooms the next day!

Christmas 2013... just a little bit late

Christmas 2013

Is it really January 11th?  Well yes, yes it is, but that is not going to deter me from finally typing out some Christmas cheer.  

Father Zyg was here for Christmas and it was nothing less than awesome to have him with us. We were able to attend his Christmas Eve Mass and Hope was once again his baby prop for his homily. She loved being held in front of the congregation, as Father Zyg explained the humble miracle of God coming to us as a baby.  

Aunt Mags was home from College too and per usual having her home is second to having Santa Claus in town. 

The kiddos were all smiles mostly all day. I mean how could they not be with presents galore and happy birthday Jesus cake. 

 Now the true heroine of the day/week of Christmas is the Grammy above. She cooks, cleans, shops, wraps, and cooks some more and then some more again, so that all of us have the best Christmas possible. And we did. 

It is always hard for me to end the Christmas season, because it truly is the most wonderful time of the year, but tomorrow decorations are coming down and New Year's resolutions will be posted (maybe :).