** BIG CHANGE **

Happy Friday!

"I'm so glad I just have a plain head again" the Boy Child said tonight in reference to having the EEG wires removed, and I couldn't agree more! That extended EEG was rough, and his poor head head blistered and welted from something they used on him.

And today, by the time most of you are reading this, I will be sitting in a hospital waiting room while he goes through some testing under anesthesia. Prayers would be appreciated!

Anyway, my reason for this post is to announce a big change.

BIG CHANGE

First off, do not panic.

DO NOT PANIC

It Was Always Meant To Be

On Friday, The Boy Child was hooked up for an extended video EEG, which basically means that a bunch of electrodes were glued to his head, several EKG electrodes were placed on his back, and then an EEG machine was wrapped on top of his head, therefore making him look like a smurf. The box was then attached to a larger box that he had to wear around his waist, and then all of that was connected to an extremely heavy video monitor that would record everything he was doing, at all times.

He screamed hysterically the entire time the electrodes were being applied; more out of fear and frustration then any actual pain, and I can't say that I blame him. 

This has been a rough ride.

My Husband Was TERRIFIED

So... I'm about to make fun of my husband, but it's OK because he gave me permission.

Source: Gipy.com

Sunday night (or rather, Monday morning), I was awoken from a dead sleep by the sound of my husband breathing rather heavily. Trying to figure out what was going on, I leaned over the pillow that had made its way between us, and saw that he was lying on his back, and beginning to hyperventilate. 

My first thought was "he must be having a sex dream!" but as his breathing quickened and his face began to reflect panic, I realized that he was actually having a nightmare.

Please Pray For Us

Do you ever have those days where you feel so overwhelmed, that you don't feel like you can even think straight?

I'm having that month, and I'm not sure where to even start explaining.

Things have been a bit chaotic in the Strong household, and I'm spending more time crying and praying that I don't completely fall apart, than I would like to admit. And I know, it's not the most graceful or attractive way to portray myself right now, but it is what it is.

I'm struggling.

I Need A Favor From All Of You

Happy Saturday Everyone!

The Guy and I had a fun little date night last weekend....

The Things You Learn While Sitting In A Cave

The Naperville Salt Cave

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So... I dislocated my elbow, and I don’t even have a good story to tell. No really. I was picking up the laundry basket, and it just popped right out. "What the hell?" right?

Yep.

At least now, two weeks later, it’s looking much better.

Life lately, has been INSANE. I feel like I’m constantly being pulled in a million different directions, and I am one sick day away from my entire schedule collapsing. I know that many of you can relate, so let me ask you, how do you do it?

Because this momma right here, is Worn. Out.

Last Friday night my Bestie and I were trying to make plans to go out for a girl’s night, and we were both so overwhelmed and tired that not a single thing was sounding appealing to us. Suddenly I remembered something that had heard about the week prior....

Finally, Another Episode Of "Conversations I Didn't Think I Would Be Having This Week"

A few days ago, The Boy Child came home from school with this picture of Abe Lincoln in his folder:

Not knowing if it was some kind of homework, I asked him what it was.

Boy Child: (Looks at me like I'm an idiot) "That's Abraham Lincoln. He is dead."

Me: "Yep. yes he is. What is this for?"

Boy Child: "He is dead!"

Me: "I know he is dead, but what do we need this paper for?"

Boy Child: "He was watching a play, and he got shot in the ear, and now he is dead."

Me: "Uh, interesting lesson for a kindergartner, but what is this paper for? Are we supposed to be doing something with it?"

Boy Child: (Clearly exasperated) Shouts "Don't you even care if he is dead!?"

Me: (Also exasperated) "Yes, of course I care that he died, but what are you supposed to be doing with this picture of him?"

Boy Child: "IT'S BECAUSE HE DIED."