
So this week has been insane- no really- INSANE. I could type 100 pages on the epic saga called "our air conditioning", but I will keep it short- we had a whole new system put in- we got sick of the junk. Phil put it in (thanks Phil)... except he was 2 hours late, scared of our dog and was a talker. I usually will talk. But not when I have a hungry baby on my hip and I am sweating in 80 degree hotness and holding back a large boned shepherd. Oh, and watching Bella. Ok, trying to see if I can guess what Bella is pounding against the wall in her room by the sound of the object. Phil took 5 hours. That night- Tuesday night- Eric was telling me it wasn't working. I couldn't accept that as fact. I had to stop myself from crawling upstairs and taking the thing apart. Phil was called Wednesday morning. He says it should have come with freon in it- apparently it didn't. Phil orders a new system and is supposed to be here today. Have I seen Phil, you ask? Of course not. I dare say Phil is probably sitting in the AC at the nearest Smoker Friendly having what he calls his "gatorade fix".
On to more insanity. Monday night I had my first class. LOVE the school. LOVE my classmates. LOVE my teachers. Went awesome. Was assigned more work than humanly possible. I spend that night, Tuesday (in between dealing with Phil and Bella literally hanging on my leg from fear of Phil) and Wednesday till class reading 80 pages of text and doing a written assignment. By the grace of God, I went into class prepared. Last night, got out at 10:15, walked through scary lightening to my car, home at 10:30. Woohoo, kids bathed, 1 in bed, both fed and happy- and my dear husband is still standing (and smiling)!!! On to my husband being AMAZING...
So Eric has been my biggest cheerleader (sorry E for the cheer analogy) through this whole school thing. He soothed and calmed my fears, copied things, faxed things, tells me to go read or take a break while he watches the girls, and volunteered to keep the kids as much as needed- with joy and excitement even. He greets me at the door with a smile and no complaints- even when I know things have been tough, he says "it went good". I am humbled by his selflessness. When I say he's an amazing father- I wish you could see him with them. He's the only one besides Bella who can make Lauren laugh hysterically and the only one who can get Bella to laugh when tickled. He gets worried and becomes a total softy when they need something and then toughens when Bella has gotten into something. The sweetest thing is when he melts at her "i'm so sorry" look and has to hug her close. I'm so glad I have him. :)
Now that I have vented and given my props, I must patiently wait for Phil and his gatorade to show.
Updates to come (and pics- promise)...