Happy Freaking Mother's Day!

So I suppose this is going to be more of a whining session, rather than an update or whimsical posting. I've just been kinda blue about a few things, I guess.

So today, well yesterday really, was Mother's Day. First, I am truly grateful to my mom who raised me by herself. She's an amazing woman who has been through a lot in her life, no thanks in large part to my father. I also wish the very best to all of the mother's out there who have the toughest job in raising a human being. I am not being fictitious, I truly mean it. Even though it's a Hallmark Day and mom's should be thanked everyday, not just one day a year, they truly deserve a day dedicated to them. Having said all of that, Mother's Day sucks when you want nothing more than to be one.

I have mom envy. I want so much to have a child and most days I deal with it by trusting that God has a plan for everything and maybe a child just is not in his plan for me. Well, today I was just sad. Everything everywhere was mommy this and mother that and I just wanted to crawl back in bed and sleep it out until the next morning when it would be over. Selfish, I know. Sometimes I just don't think it's fair. I am a responsible, capable adult with an amazing husband and loving home and I just don't understand how the universe deprives us of the gift of a baby and instead gives it to many who don't even want a child. Okay, end of whining. I just needed to get it out. Yes, it's crack-o-clock in the morning and I went to my computer for the sole purpose of crying poor me to the cyberworld.

This Yoga Snob is Bad at Blogging! Happy Easter!

Happy Easter world!!! Today is the day that Jesus Christ rose from the grave to save our sorry butts and I am so very thankful for that sacrifice that He made on our behalf. As a typical Le Family of two, Le Husband is sleeping and in a few hours will be off to work for the night. Mom and Grandma will be coming over a little later to make a little somethin' somethin' to eat and hang out with me a bit. No, not very traditional, but I know in my heart what this day is all about and I've reflected.

Okay, so I am horrible about starting something and not finishing it or keeping up with it. I am fickle, I have ADD, I can't multi-task...eh, I wouldn't be me if I wasn't all those things and what fun would that be?! ;-) No more apologizing about my horrible blogging skillz and onto blogging...

Apparently, I am a yoga snob! I learned that about myself this morning while attending a yoga class at my local gym instead of my usual studio. Wow! So I go into the gym and wait for the prior spin class to finish up. There are quite a few people waiting as well, so I thought it must be a good class. I go in take out my mat and get settled when this lady, who appears to be the spin class instructor, comes the the front of the class and rolls out a mat. Okay, so she is a yogi who also teaches a spin class? Umm...that would be no Scotty!

I knew the class was bad when she turned on the "mood music" and it was some kind of horrible jazz. Not only was it horrible, it was loud. So, she begins class and quickly moves through what I am reluctant to describe as poses. No Sanskrit here...not even a "Tabletop". Instead she tells you "hands and knees". WTH is "hands and knees"? Oh yeah, it's tabletop. Bleh! Anyway, moving on...she decides to switch to Pilates in the middle of....well, it's not really vinyasa, but some sort of choppy "flow" and let's not forget that she told us to "hop like the Easter Bunny" while we were in trees pose. Seriously??? By this time I am so annoyed at the sound of her voice reading a script (no, not literally, but it sounds that way!) that I am mad that I wasted my time and gas to drive a whole 2 miles at 9 AM to this "yoga" class. She then decides to finish; not with savasana or even a corpse pose, but laying down and listening to the sound of her scripted voice while blasting Sarah Mclachlan. Don't get me wrong, I love Sarah McLachlan's music, really I do, but how can you shut out all of your thoughts when she is singing loudly into your ears while some annoying gym rat is reading her fitness instructor manual verbatim. Okay, end of rant...I feel better :)

Peace out peeps! I'll be back...I promise!

Random Catch-up

It's been awhile since my last post! I kept thinking about it, but I generally try to stay off the computer when Le Husband is home and he has been home A LOT since his fall. Luckily he is feeling much better and after this week of physical therapy we are hoping they will clear him for full duty...for the sake of our sanity! I love my husband to death, but I think sometimes we drive each other nuts...I think absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

Le husband stopped by the office to pick up some paperwork the other night and came back with a commendation from his Lieutenant for a scene he worked last month. I don't have kids, so I wonder if this is how it feels when your kid brings home an A paper. I told him we'll have to magnet it to the refrigerator :) ...and no, I really didn't!

Random order here, but Thanksgiving was great! We had my mom and grandma over and I cooked a turkey breast in the crock pot ala Steph over at A Year of Slow Cooking, which was fantastic. I even used 2 buck chuck Chardonnay and it came out really good; everyone liked it. I also made the gravy and stuffing. Mom made the mashed potatoes and yams with yucky marshmallows on top for Le Husband. No one in my family likes that stuff, but Le Husband does, so it was all his. Grandma made Le Husband's favorite pumpkin pie. She really does make the best, but she also makes him his own separate pie. Are you sensing the theme here? All in all, great dinner :)

In other news, I am sure you have heard about the murder of 4 officers in Lakewood, WA. It is just so heartbreaking and truly makes me angry. Look, I know there are crazy people out there and I know that LEO's risk their lives every time they put their uniform on, but the fact that these 4 officers were simply having coffee and writing reports, just makes me insane.

I feel so deeply for their families who are now without their loved one. I feel horrified for the children who have to feel the loss of a parent and the spouse who will grieve for their husband or wife and the parents who have lost their child. I can't even fathom how they feel and can only believe that this monster was a spawn of the devil and is rotting in hell now.

To the LE wives who read my blog, hug your husbands tonight (or when they get home in the morning)...I know I will. Good night!

P.S. My comment section is now working :)

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I am so happy to have followers :) This is my first attempt at blogging and didn't think I'd have anything interesting to say, so thanks for the follow.

Thanks to Mrs. Fuzz (she has two awesome blogs) for letting me know that my comment section isn't working. I do think it is because of my Pyzam layout and a dead comment link. I'm trying to figure out how to fix it, but in the meantime I have an email addy: lewife at gmail.com Of course if you are reading my blog then I am sure you are cyber savvy enough to replace the "at" with @ ;-)

Whew!

It's been a crazy few days since my last post. When I last posted I was under the impression that he had a minor fall and needed a few stitches, well it was quite a bit more and quite a bit worse than I knew at the time.

That night he called from the hospital and let me know that his partner and another officer were on their way to pick me up at home and take me to him at the hospital. After they picked me up and we were on the way, his partner asked me if I knew what had happened. I told him that from what I gathered was that Le Husband had slid down an embankment and that I had heard about him needing stitches in his arm. He told me that no, it wasn't the embankment, it was a hole he fell into. He said it was a hole about 10-12 feet down that he fell straight into, as if someone had just pulled the floor out from beneath him, but he was going to be okay. I had so much going through my mind and didn't quite understand. When we got to the hospital, I saw quite a few patrol cars parked outside the emergency room. I think that started to scare me even more.

I walked into his hospital cubicle and the Lieutenant and a few other officers were there surrounding the bed. The Lieutenant said hello and I really don't remember what else he said except that they would give Le Husband and I some privacy.

There was Le Husband, lying on a hospital bed in a hospital gown with his arm stretched out and gashed and bleeding on a towel. He was moaning in pain and tried to tell me that when he fell, he landed on his back and that it hurt like hell, but was glad he could move his legs. The reality of what happened hit me like a ton if bricks. I suddenly realized that he could be paralyzed or worse and then just seeing him there in pain like I've never seen him before... I felt myself get really hot all of the sudden, then the room started to spin and then I felt like I was going to throw up. I told him I needed to sit down and grabbed a chair as quickly as I could.

I got him home and he was in pretty bad shape, but has been progressively been getting better. A day or two later we went out to that "hole" so I could get some pictures of it. I could not believe my eyes. This thing was huge (an opening about 6ft. by 4ft. and went about 12 feet down) and was totally concrete. I can't believe this thing wasn't covered. There are screws where a grate or cover should be, but no cover in sight. It just makes me mad that this didn't have to happen.

He's still off work, but is itching to get back soon. He has some physical therapy ahead, which I think will help speed things along. I just thank God it wasn't worse than what it could have been.

Phone Call

So I just got a phone call from him a little bit ago at 1:26AM. He normally calls me before midnight to say goodnight and then I don't hear from him until he comes home in the morning, unless I call or text him, so the phone ringing freaked me out. His first words were "I am okay, but there was an incident" Needless to say, I was glad to hear "I'm okay," but what does "okay" mean exactly?? I am not sure I have ever felt my heart jump out of my chest like it just did.

From what I could gather on his phone call just now, a car crashed into a guard rail and rolled down an embankment. As he tried to get to them, his foot slipped and he slid down. He says he can walk, but his lower back is killing him and I heard his partner mention that he'll need stitches on his arm. I know it's probably fairly minor, but not being able to be with him and alone here in the house, just wondering with no one to talk to, sucks.

Now, I am waiting for a call from him or his partner as to where they are going to take him to get checked out.

Lessons Learned

Since my last post we've learned that the department is going to come down on Le Husband as harshly as we thought. The day after the accident the Sergeant actually ended up apologizing for being so hard on him the previous night. He told Le Husband that he is one of his best officers and was just bummed that it happened.


I guess they looked at the totality of the accident (suspect was armed and dangerous) and told Le Husband that he is a good officer and don't want to hold him back. So, he doesn't get some safety pin when time comes and the accident will just go in his file. BTW, the damage was much more minimal than he had thought.


All in all it turned out not that bad, but boy has he learned a lesson and is so thankful it wasn't as bad as it could have been.