It’s been a pretty rough week. It’s only Wednesday. Monday felt like it should be Friday. That’s the kind of rough I’m talking about. Monday one of my sons had an MRI. Results all came back normal, which is awesome.
While at the MRI I had a moment though. A couple actually. We started our time at the hospital in the Pediatric unit. As we walked into the waiting room, I stated to tear up. I couldn’t help it. I sat in that empty, dark waiting room at about 2:00 AM 4.5 years ago waiting while my 9 day old baby got a spinal tap to see if we could figure out what was going on with him. Then the nurse called us back. Then we walked down lit hallways. I saw rooms. I have no idea which one we were in 4.5 years ago, but I know we were in one of them, and I just kind of stared down all the hallways. Once we got things settled for our current situation, my son settled on the bed for his MRI, he was wheeled down to where it’d all be done. The hallway was unlit where we were. That’s how it was the night we came in. Lights were dimmed for the evening. My heart was just being so tender.
Then we walked down another hallway. The nurse pointed out that Life Flight was taking off. I looked out the window and I lost it. I saw as the helicopter before it was out of view just after it’d lifted off the pad. I grabbed my husbands hand, and I cried. Tears came. I haven’t see life flight taking off since that early morning on November 14th. It was the exact same pad, exact same hospital. It was a flood of emotions. Standing outside in the cold air, watching our 4th child fly away and all we could do was pray that they’d not only be safe flying, but be able to keep him safe, and that’d we’d be able to follow safely behind. Then we got the MRI area, and we waited in another room. It didn’t take too long, and then we were done. Like I mentioned, all went well, all turned out well. 🙂
As Tuesday came around, it was just a rough day. Swimming lessons were fun for the kids, and a bit of a nightmare for me as I chased around my 2 year old. Trying to make sure she didn’t slip, or fall into the pool, or wet her pants (she’s recently potty trained, and randomly HATE the bathroom at swimming lessons. No joke. It’s really annoying), or whatever. After getting home, I was tired, and the kids were hungry, and that combo just escalated. Then as I got thinking about life other things came up that I started texting my husband about and that made me all frustrated (he was helpful … the things that came up were frustrating).
Then I drove to my local Kroger store to buy some of this ice cream. They (of course) didn’t have it, so I bought this one instead. As I was on my way to the store, I saw a gas station sign that said this:
I could not help but laugh out loud. Like, really, just laugh out loud with myself in the car. I had to share it. Sometimes, life is hard. Some days are just going to be rough stuff. Some days will be awesome. Sometimes the kids will be amazing and get along. Sometimes that 4 o’clock hour is going to be the death of us. But know what? We can all do hard things, and sometimes just laughing, really actually LAUGHING (not just lol) can help our soul to feel a little better.
Let’s hear it … what’s your favorite joke of all time?