My stress coping skills are highly inadequate. My baby needs surgery and the getting to this point has really extinguished my strength. He has an abdominal hernia and a water pocket somewhere that the doctor thought might have been a tumor. (Bless him. He didn't tell me that until after the ultrasound was conclusive and it was NOT a tumor. But still...don't tell me that!!!) It seems I don't do well being overly scheduled either. Mind you, that means being scheduled to do more than I feel like doing. Anyway...I am not doing well with it.
In other news, my daughters said:
Daughter 1 "I found my pants. I'm glad I don't have to wear yours."
Daughter 2 "I'm glad you don't have to wear my pants. I don't want you to."
Me "My sisters would give the shirts off their back."
Daughter 2 "What does that mean?"
Me "It means she would take her shirt off her own back and give it to me, if I needed it. Oh wait she did."
Flashback: While attending a funeral two years ago, a child bled all over me and my white shirt. After the child was cleaned up, my sister and I went to the bathroom, where she literally gave me one of the shirts off her back (she was wearing layers, so it worked out). I cleaned my white shirt and eventually returned hers. My sisters would and do give me the shirt off their back. I love my sisters.
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