I really do hope to get back to regular posting...

Happy Feast of St. Nicholas! (or it was when I wrote this...)

I really do hope to get back to posting more regularly.  Between trying to be more intentional this Advent, the main water line rupturing below our house and my phone suddenly deciding not to work, I've been a little busy.

Strangely though, my family has been taking it pretty well.  It's frustrating when stuff like this happens, but it happens...  We were fortunate enough that we didn't end up needing to stay in a hotel (although I think my son was looking forward to it).  We were also fortunate that it doesn't look like anything in our house was damaged and as I told a friend, "at least it wasn't the septic pipe."

I had to let my son's teacher know what was going on because I wasn't going to be reachable by my phone or the app she normally uses and I was going to be working at multiple different clinics, so she needed to know my contact info was going to change.  I was able to borrow my husband's phone for a couple of days but it was all really rather confusing because this was also happening in the midst of the plumbing emergency.

I think my son's teacher was intrigued how I managed to kind of keep a smile and go with the "flow".  Haha.  My husband was even in pretty good spirits when I explained the plumbing "fix" to him using an analogy of a kidney transplant.  He then explained the mechanics of what was done and I said, "Oh, I totally understand, that's how we place a Central Line".  I think he has now been married to me long enough to not ask for specifics on how these things work, but to understand that I understand, and that's what matters.

Advent is a time of preparation, and I'm focusing on preparing our hearts and home for Christmas.  I'm also focusing on remembering that Christ doesn't ask for perfection.  I just recently read about St. Joseph and how he must have had feelings of inadequacy, preparing to welcome the Lord into a world where he didn't have much control.  He had to lead his pregnant spouse on a donkey and he couldn't even provide a room in an Inn for her, and the Son of God.  Yeah, that might make one feel like all the cards are stacked against you.  What did Joseph do though?  Did he whine to God and say, "yeah, you're kind of asking the impossible from me and I'm not up to the task?"  No.  From what we know, he trusted in the Lord, did the best he could and let his faith guide him.

Interesting Vignettes from the past week...

I've kind of fallen off the radar, during this busy season I've had so much to focus on...  Here are some interesting tidbits from the past week...

My mom and dad went to help out at my son's school.  Apparently everyone at school told them that they know me/who our family is.  One of the priests said, "Oh, I'm going to their house for dinner next week," which is true.  Our pastor said, "Oh, Meg, yeah she's here all the time helping at school and the church, I also think she's a vet on the side."  Kind of interesting that my profession is second place to the fact that I help a lot at church and school.

My husband and I talking about a particular workplace where I seem to be more in demand, "Well, after the magna carta of regulations was written up about expectations, I can see how some people could be personally offended."  My husband raises his eyebrow, "Yes," I look at him, knowing what he is thinking, "I get easily offended about personal stuff, but I'll have you know, professionally, I'm very even-keeled."  I had shared an example of this with him earlier in the week, so I think he believed me, but might wonder if he wants more of a professional relationship with me...

Later on, after I was annoyed with something, "Meg, I wish I could get inside that head of yours, sometimes I just can't understand you."  I looked at him and appreciated his compassion, "You know you don't want to get inside my head, you'd have a horrendous headache, there's way too much going on in there."  "True," he responded and left it at that.  I'm not sure if that's what they refer to when they say you should always be a little mysterious with your spouse.

Around the dinner table conversation:
Apparently the awards in our family for the following are:
"Daddy's the grumpiest and sings the worst."  My son is the funniest, I sing the best and am the best snuggler.  My husband then asked, "who yells the most,"   Daddy, my son said.  As a positive control to make sure these awards my son was giving out were fair- "Who's the crankiest in the morning?"  Mommy, my son replied.  "Mommy also snores the most," to which I replied, "have you ever wondered how I know when you are truly asleep at night?" No, my son said, "because of your snore,” I replied.  He couldn't believe me and I don't quite have the heart to record him.