Three years later

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I’m home again!

It’s absolutely insane how working outside the home gobbles up all my “free” time, because any free time is spent with the kids, doing housework, with Scott or checking on family.
Family, a lot has changed in three years. Noah moved out of the house in the spring of 2017 to go live with Scott’s parents who needed someone around just to keep an eye on things. That was a great help for them as well as being a baby step to living on his own. In February of this year (2018) Scott’s dad fell ill and was hospitalized for 5 months until he passed away July 27. During that time, the remaining boys, Sam, Max and Jack took turns going to the grandparents house to be an extra layer of help. We called them “safety sitters” because they sat with Nana, fixed her meals and kept an eye on her. We got her a cat thinking that would be a welcome distraction, it was, but it was also a hinderance. She fell outside while going after the cat. Thankfully she didn’t break anything (that time) but did hit her head pretty hard. She was hospitalized for a few days, and was actually at the same hospital on the same floor as Papa, and were able to sit together and watch the news. Nana has vascular dementia, which is a lot like Alzheimer’s, and it’s really devastating to watch her go through this. The biggest blessing however, is that her mood is generally good and she’s almost always happy. In September we moved her to a facility closer to us, and now we get to see her several times a week, and know that she is getting fed, getting her medicines and being watched after. It was an adjustment for her, but she seems to be doing well enough. She did fall and break her hip, but didn’t need a full replacement, and now she is wheelchair bound. It’s sad to think that the woman who would walk 3 miles with me after dinner, will never walk again.

After the boys had been gone so much, I really started praying for God to make a way for me to be home again, but also be able to contribute to the financial needs of the household. Three teenage boys eat a LOT and we always need more food or milk. I remember driving out the driveway to work (oh, new house, I’ll update that too) and praying “God, I want to be home, I know YOU want me to be home. The boys need me, and I need them. Whatever supernatural thing you can do, because I have no ideas whatsoever how I can be home AND make money, please Lord, if it’s Your will, do it.”
About two weeks later I was texting a company in regards to a product that I had purchased and was having a little issue with. It was about 9 at night and someone replied right away. I just said “If you ever need someone to do this job, I’m your gal”. Thinking I’d get a haha or just silence. A few minutes later they said “we are looking for someone, send us your resume at xxxx@companyname.com” and before the night was out I had done that. Then I got an email saying “fill out an application here”, and I did that too. The next day or so I didn’t hear anything back, then it was the CEO reaching out to me, saying she wanted to call for an interview. I did that interview from the car in the parking lot at the bank right before starting a mid-day shift. Then I got an email a week or so later saying I needed to schedule another interview, this time skype style. WOWZERS, it was a few weeks later and I was on vacation at the beach, and I was getting so antsy, I just had to know, did I get the job? I emailed one of the interviewers and she quickly replied saying someone would be emailing me soon, if they hadn’t already. The rest is history, I got the job, gave my 2 weeks notice at the bank and started training. So what’s the job? I do customer service from home, from the comfort of my own desk, kitchen table, couch, wingback chair, etc. Actually, I have all the apps needed for the job downloaded to my phone, so I can even go on a road trip and work so long as I know I’ll have reliable cell service. Amazing! I answer emails to the company, help customers when they’ve inadvertently put in the wrong address, and reply to texts on Instagram and FaceBook. It’s so much fun! I’ve got several teammates spread across America, and so far we seem like a great team and all very supportive and encouraging of each other. I’ve been home now since Sept 22 and it’s been so great. The boys are getting caught up with school, they’ve got a good routine going and as a family, we are doing very well.
I’ve got more updates to put out, we moved in September of 2017 to a log cabin a few miles away from Painter Farm (God gives us the neatest houses!) and we’ve got a new addition to the family.
Another time.
God Bless you and Keep you.

Painter Farm

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We call our new place “Painter Farm” because it’s what the realtor called it as we discussed putting in the application.
Here are a few snaps from around the house. A few little details.

We have two of these windows in the house, one at the bottom and one at the top of the staircase.

We have two of these windows in the house, one at the bottom and one at the top of the staircase.


The view from the upstairs bathroom, looking down into the back yard and the little shed.

The view from the upstairs bathroom, looking down into the back yard and the little shed.


Jack on the screened porch.  I got the little table and chairs for a song at a store closing it's business.

Jack on the screened porch. I got the little table and chairs for a song at a store closing it’s business.


The front porch lamp. The ceiling of the porch is painted "haint blue" which is said to ward off evil spirits and bugs. :)

The front porch lamp. The ceiling of the porch is painted “haint blue” which is said to ward off evil spirits and bugs. 🙂


This is a lamp in the downstairs foyer. I just LOVE the detail in the oak trim!

This is a lamp in the downstairs foyer. I just LOVE the detail in the oak trim!


The banister on the stairs has this lovely detailing as well, so handsome!

The banister on the stairs has this lovely detailing as well, so handsome!


The little boys bedroom. It has a neat shape to it like a turret style. We have two boys in each of the two rooms. Scott and I share the only room with a decent closet.

The little boys bedroom. It has a neat shape to it like a turret style. We have two boys in each of the two rooms. Scott and I share the only room with a decent closet.

Lily came for a visit. Here you can see a bit of the built in cabinet behind them. It provides lots of china hutch type storage and is a good place for me to keep extra kitchen appliances.

Lily came for a visit. Here you can see a bit of the built in cabinet behind them. It provides lots of china hutch type storage and is a good place for me to keep extra kitchen appliances.

My messy kitchen. I love the island center for washing dishes and the sink there. I don't love that it's so close to the fridge that folks use it as a place to set things from the fridge as they are getting food out.

My messy kitchen. I love the island center for washing dishes and the sink there. I don’t love that it’s so close to the fridge that folks use it as a place to set things from the fridge as they are getting food out.

The living room downstairs is also shaped in the "turret" style that matches the little boys room directly above it. We started off with one couch and three chairs but now have two couches and three chairs, and for the first time in forever we ALL have a place to sit!

The living room downstairs is also shaped in the “turret” style that matches the little boys room directly above it. We started off with one couch and three chairs but now have two couches and three chairs, and for the first time in forever we ALL have a place to sit!


The walls going upstairs have provided a good gallery space for my nautical photography. It was Max's idea to put the photos here and I like it very much.

The walls going upstairs have provided a good gallery space for my nautical photography. It was Max’s idea to put the photos here and I like it very much.


Okay that’s a little glimpse, however choppy it may be, into our little house we call Painter Farm.
Have a good week folks, and may The Lord bless you and keep you.

The move and the second break

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I was officially walking without a boot by about June 22, getting my strength every day. We worked hard to get the house packed up with a scheduled move of July 1. I went back to work on June 29 and it was like “riding a bike” I hadn’t forgotten anything in that two months off work. Back into the swing of things and answering lots of questions from customers asking about the break, and was I glad to be back at work. Scott took July 1 and 2 off work so he could facilitate the movers and he and Noah did a LOT of moving on their own using our two vehicles. All this happening while i was at work. I would leave to go to work and come home with all the boxes in the house on the first day, and on the second day, everything was put away! Amazing. They really hustled and I am so proud of all their hard work. That weekend, July 4, Scott’s family came over for a day visit, bringing subway, drinks and cake to celebrate my mother in laws birthday. I really enjoyed showing off the house. It is a bit smaller in square footage than the water view house, however the space is organized in such a way that there is no wasted space, and the overall living area is much more efficient. I have two stories in this house. I’ll try to explain the layout.

The house is set midway on two acres, with a corn field on one side and a Bed and Breakfast on the other. It’s a traditional farm house, built in 1913. Two stories, full front porch and partial side porch that is now screened in. Downstairs is a grand stair case, a foyer, dining room with closed up fireplace, kitchen with wood stove that is out of order 😦 and closet that holds a stacking washer/dryer. Also off the kitchen is a full bath with sink, toilet and stand up shower. Kind of odd to have a bathroom right off the kitchen but it had to be modified as it IS an old house. Anyway, also downstairs is the family room or living room, and the screened in porch is off the living room. There is also a back porch and a back entrance into the house, which is what we primarily use as the driveway makes a complete U going around the back of the house. On the property is also a small shed and a separate garage. Upstairs are three bedrooms, a full bathroom with a tub/shower combo and another foyer or “landing” if you will, that is big enough for my desk and Bingo’s bed. Third story is a finished attic space. Finished in that it has a floor put down, but not insulated for anyone to actually want to hang out there.  On the property is a mulberry tree, fig tree, pecan tree and a few assorted bushes. I think Scott said we also have a crabapple tree. I would love it if we had some wild blackberries but as of yet it doesn’t seem like we do.

We had settled in quite nice and I was in a good routine of doing chores and hanging out with the boys before going off to work. On Saturdays I would commit two hours to house cleaning and actually enjoyed it! I had ordered and received a free fit bit through a program at work and was wearing it around the house and to work to track my steps each day. On July 31 I got home from work around 6:30, had dinner with the family then we all head outside as we are inclined to do, each working on a project or getting some fun exercise. I was walking laps around the yard. The guys had been gracious enough to mow a “path” for me to walk around and I was working on that, and had just completed my eighth lap when Scott turned to look at me, I looked at him and quickly lost my balance and fell over. Keep your eyes where you’re walking people! I was right next to the fig tree when this happened, there was a shallow divot (what’s with me and shallow divots?) and I stepped into it with my right foot and fell to the left. I had seen a little pile of branches, so when I heard the multiple cracks I was hopeful, oh so hopeful that it was the branches. I could tell however by the FEEL of my ankle, that it wasn’t the branches, it was my leg. Crying in pain but also crying in anger(why am I such a klutz?? how could this happen AGAIN??), Scott hollered for the boys to bring me the crutches (good thing to have around it seems) and he got me up and I went UP the five stairs using the crutches, into the house.  Scott had been mowing so while I lay on the couch just ANGRY that I’ve done this again so quickly, he got a quick shower. Back down the stairs and to the ER, where they quickly determine I had broken two bones in three places and would again, need to see Dr. Deafenbaugh on Monday. They splinted me up, drugged me up and sent me home to wait out the time until my appointment Monday. We saw Dr. Deafenbaugh right away that Monday and he said yes, I would in fact need surgery this time, and he could do it the very next day, or I could seek a specialist or get a second opinion. We knew of an ankle/foot specialist across the bay and asked that they schedule me with a consult with him. Well low and behold, consult made, a few more X-rays, a few more splints made up and now it’s a waiting game, waiting for the surgery to be scheduled. I finally had the surgery TWO FULL WEEKS after the initial break, hey, I was the one who wanted the specialist! What a difference I could feel right away. Just having the bones not floating around and the broken ends knocking into each other anymore was a HUGE relief. Now I am officially six weeks post op and on Tuesday I get the hard cast off for good (I had it removed once long enough to remove the 26 stitches) and then I’m into a “walking boot” or “air cast” for another six weeks. Boy am I ready! I think most of my pain now is actually from my cast pinching nerves in my toes. However I am certain that once I start walking on my foot, putting weight on it, I will start experiencing new pain and will have new challenges to overcome.

11252551_10206266444832910_7937447956928058571_o Here you see the initial X-ray of the break. The fibula was  a LONG break, and the tibia was a short break.

11836715_10206354802881806_7363466312832731552_n  Here you see the post op X-ray. Two plates, one of them looking like a hook, and eleven screws.

11900133_10206376033612561_2839644818876852401_o This is when they took the cast off at two weeks post op to remove the stitches. So glad he didn’t cut through my ICTHUS tattoo.

11900067_10206376027612411_5456461958954563687_n Same stitch removing day, the outside of my foot. The red icky bit is from a fracture blister that had occurred before surgery. I had to have it de-roofed and bandaged up before they could confirm surgery wouldn’t be an issue.

I’m going to have some lovely scars to show you all soon! Once I get the walking boot, I’ll wear it all day every day for six weeks, taking it off to shower and I think to sleep. It will take me a week or so to get my balance and strength with the boot, based on my experience with the first break. We are already planning a Kings Dominion trip. We had bought the tickets MONTHS ago but had to keep canceling because of my break, Sam’s break (yeah, runs in the family) and then my second break. Now it seems, boot and all, we’ll finally get to go and the money won’t be wasted.

Prayers appreciated as I start walking in the boot and building up my strength. A big issue for me has been that the pain meds keep me awake, so I’m kind of a zombie most of the time because I either stay awake and not in as much pain, or try to sleep through the pain which is possible, but not fun at all.

What better time than Five o’clock in the blessed a.m. to try and document your summer

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And while heavily sedated too. ZZZZZZZZZ

I’m currently downstairs with our futon and sleeper sofa all in the nigh time sleeping party position. Lounging about me is Sam, Max and Jack. Noah and Scott are too cool for this party. It’s okay, I tell myself they’re too loud and smelly for this party and they can just stay right upstairs.

On my walk,um, crutch to the bathroom, I decided I needed to do a blogpost documenting my breaks, and the move. So here goes. May 1, 7:40 am, walking into work. it had rained the night before which made precarious little potholes all through the parking long at work. No worries. i had my rain boots on and my pants rolled up and just strolled right on through the puddle like a boss. The problem came in that at the bottom of the puddle was a divot or shallow hole where once upon a time, fuel oil had been pumped under ground. Anyway, I stepped right into that jerk of a hole as I was walking into work and fell over. I felt like I had sprained my left foot and possibly broken something on the right. Both pants knees were torn, hands were scuffed form the fall.  I made it into the building, stepping over the threshold with my left foot leading ,felt and internally hear a pop, and with that dramatically yelled out and fell over. Let the waterworks begin. This was a Friday, and as I’ve already mentioned the first of the month, meaning it was going to be a very busy day. I apologized profusely but wouldn’t be able to work and could someone call my husband please. He arrived in no time, a knight in shining armor (a rain jacket) and he picked me up, like literally squatted down and picked me up (swoon), got me into the van and back home where we promptly called the doctors office and said we’re coming in hot! I changed out of my wet and torn pans into some stretchy house pants and off we went. The whole time thinking the left was sprained and right was broken and putting weight on the left accordingly. OOPS.

It turns out it was the left that had a bone up in the foot that decided to break, and looking back I see it was that POP that I’d heard and felt as I stepped right into the door of work. The right foot was “only” badly sprained. I was splinted up and sent home and told to follow up with Dr. Deafenbaugh (our areas ONLY orthopedic guy) on Monday. That splint was miserable and that was a miserable and painful weekend.  Finally Monday rolls around, Dr. D gets me right in, does a second X ray and some other kind of scan and says a simple “boot” cast will do the trick, that and stay off of it for six weeks.  This is all workmans comp, so I figure I’ll stay home and “enjoy” summer a little bit more than if I’d been at work the scheduled 30 hour week.

A few weeks into May our landlord rung up, asking for a meeting. This has happened a few times before and usually ends in us getting fussed at for not doing things we were never told to do, or for him asking us for money for repairs, kind of crazy, but I won’t get into that now. This particular meeting was to talk about him wanting to sell the house. Keeping in mind that HE had insisted in a three year lease, which wouldn’t expire until June of 2016, He wanted to see how we’d feel about moving out. In his “ideal world” we would move out in 60 days. The house is a summer house, it would show better that way, yada yada yada.  So we explain that we don’t have it in our budget to move out and that we will discuss this and get back to him. After a few days Scott has compiled a list of “concessions” if you will, that the landlord would have to take in order for us to break the lease and move out in 60 days. He sends it to him via email. Crickets. We don’t hear anything back for about a week. Then early June the landlord finally emails his agreement to our requirements, and asks for a walk through of the house, I guess to get mentally an idea what he’ll need to do to get the house market ready. So he comes for this “walk through” about June 12 and as he’s standing there, he says “what would it take for you guys to be out by the end of this month?” I reply “as in 19 days from now?”

We hadn’t been packing or anything other than sorting because when we didn’t hear back from him, we figured he had changed his tune, that he didn’t want us out that bad to essentially pay us off. So he springs this 18 days business on me, i say this “fine, in addition to all the other things you and Scott have agreed on, I’d like movers and a truck on moving day. If I had time and a healed foot we could make this move in 60 days, but you want to bump it up to 19 days from now I want a couple of guys and a moving truck. Your money, you pick.” He walked away and again it was quiet. Finally later that evening he agreed. So we had about 18 days from “go” to moving day to get that house packed  up. I don’t know how we did it but we did it. Basically I sat in a room surrounded by boxes and the boys all brought everything down out of the attic and closets and we starting boxing things up.  It was a mess, but at this point I was ready to leave the dream home. We put in an application to rent a house back in the woods, waited and waited on that and it was turned down in lieu of a single woman. Then we were green lighted for a smallish ugly house and that application approved, a little over what we wanted to pay but still less than our current water home/winter disaster. Finally our agent encouraged us to put an application in on what she was calling “Painter Farm”. there was already an application in, and the landlord would be meeting those people on a saturday but we could come by and meet him as well.  The applicants who had dibs, never showed up so we got to meet him. He was (and is) a very nice gentleman. He reminds me of my brother in law Nathan, you know the busy, smart type that can’t sit still for a minute. Anyway, we quickly had the lease drawn up, this time for two year (so they could take it off the market) with an optional clause that if either parties isn’t pleased, at one year the lease can be terminated. I thought that was interesting to ask for a two year lease, and then put in that clause. I really hope the landlord doesn’t decide to act on it. We like this house a lot. I’ll write more later about the move, the rest of the summer and my second break. I think my typing is waking up my munchkins.   DSC_0626 And that’s my fancy “boot” that I got to wear for 6 weeks as I stayed off my foot. This picture was taken on the 17 of June, the first official day I could start walking on the boot. DSC_0633I forgot to mention that Geri and her crew had already had a scheduled visit from June 12-17. We took a break from packing and hung out with our friends. Last water house visit. She did get to see Painter Farm with me and was very encouraging about this house not being too “fancy” for our family, and also very prayerful on the whole matter.

Besties, and yes I'm in my pajamas.

Besties, and yes I’m in my pajamas.

Life Lessons

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What do you need to know in order to be a useful and productive citizen of the world? How about just of America? Obviously you should know how to write and to sign your name, although I understand cursive is a rare thing in kids these days. I also think you should understand basic math because it’s required in day to day life, and you should know basic world history, and social skills. Manners, religion, science, art and music are other things that should be covered in your primary education. So all that to say, I want to incorporate some LIFE skills into the boys basic Reading, Writing and Arithmetic.
So here is my current list of what we are “adding” into our day to day schooling. Let me know what you think and if you have any further ideas.
Current Events
Laws in your state
Human Rights
Animal Rights
Civil Rights
Basic first aid
Political systems
Writing checks
Cashing checks
what you need to open a bank account
Applying for a job
Building a resume
Practice job interviews
Organizing bills
Paying bills
Making a household budget
Typing lessons

So far the boys are really enjoying this “extra” stuff, and like that it’s a big group lesson and not them all scattered off to their own corners of the house. I like it too and am enjoying spending this extra time with them. 🙂