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.