Weekend of 1000 challenges

There are just days when you can't help but feel like there's a cosmic Punk'd going on and you're stuck smack dab in the middle of it all!

This weekend has been a series of unfortunate events.

We had to pick one of the kids to post on Ebay so that we could get the AC and brakes fixed on the suburban….we're going to miss Nathaniel so much. Then Rachael's Poxy Roxy outbreak hit….and the news from the doctor that the vaccine that they need Peyton to have is no longer produced by the drug manufacturer, so it's not available to the hospital….they are actually calling around to other hospitals to see if they have any of the vaccine available that they will give so that she can get some, but who knows. I'm not too worried about her getting the vaccine or not getting it because Dr. Ayala told me that she needs to get it within 24-48 hours of being exposed for it to be effective and I'm really thinking that she would have been exposed either before Rachael left for camp or directly after she came home, so we've already passed the point for it to be useful. If Peyton gets chicken pox we'll just have to pray that the vaccination she's had keeps it mild and she doesn't have any complications such as pneumonia or infection that they are so concerned about. But the alarm is there because any cancer parent can tell you…one of the first questions they ask you at clinic EVEY time you walk in is "Has your child been exposed to TB or chicken pox?" TB or chicken pox? These are my options? Couldn't you just ask me if they've been exposed to bad fashions or uneducational tv programs? Arrrggg!

And now….the washing machine has gone on strike. I don't know why. I'm very nice to it. We have a very good relationship…we spend a lot of quality time together. In fact, we may spend more time together than any other appliance in my house. I didn't pitch a fit when the dish washer died, I can wash dishes by hand with little to no complaints. But my clothes? I'm not so much for the clothes-banging-on-the-rocks method. Hopefully it'll be something that we'll be able to just get fixed.

Peyton has put herself to bed….granted it's only 7 PM, but I refused to let her take a nap when she got grouchy this afternoon because she's been rocking and rolling until 10-11 o'clock these days. So, she just crawled into her bed and passed out….the most important part of that phrase being "her bed"….with Rachael being gone, Pete and I rearranged the girl's room so that there are two beds in there and really jazzed it up to Peyton as being her room as well. We're very hopeful that she'll start sleeping in there! We're not betting the family farm on it or anything, but we're doing what we can to make it appealing.

Rachael is over at Grandma's house until we've had a chance to go to clinic tomorrow and meet with the dr on how they feel about the chicken pox issue. She was feeling ok, itchy but better after I talked to her this afternoon. Poor kid comes home from camp and then gets quarantined.

f.r.o.G….fully relying on God
–Anissa