Have you ever seen what I call the "spinning plate act" at a circus, you know- the one where a woman has to run back and forth between the long, thin rods with plates balanced on the top of each rod trying to make sure each one keeps spinning properly and doesn't fall off and shatter on the floor?
If you know what I'm talking about, this would give you a slight visual of my life right now or at least how it is going to look for the next 8 weeks. (more on these things later...) Let me start by saying that I'm certainly not complaining at all, as each of these "plates" in my life right now are all wonderful things, but I have to say that it's been a while since so many important things were taking place all at the same time and in such a short span of time. I apologize and have to say that this is also the reason I have not posted for more than half of this week. We certainly plan to post daily on the blog when able, but this week it just wasn't possible for us as every hour was practically planned out and well, we are both Olympic fans and chose to take some evenings to just unwind from work and enjoy "The Games".
I decided that I would share a hilarious story from Friday and Saturday of this week. Follow with me on this as you need to have the full context to better understand why this was so humorous. On Friday, I found out that one of my Grandmas was having what our family has now come to call a "weak spell" where she wakes up extremely weak and shaky and can't hardly walk around. I won't go into all that relates to this other than to say when this occurs, someone tries to take care of her and stay around to make sure she's eating properly, staying hydrated, etc. We see the biggest difference when we know she's eating properly, staying hydrated and taking her medication. Over the last year or so we have started to see a change in her ability to remember things and we have also experienced this with my other Grandmother, so are very familiar with many of the things that go with dementia, Alzheimer's, etc. I could certainly share more details on this, but we have recently started incorporating some things to help her and are blessed to have a number of wonderful people who live near her who are very helpful on a weekly basis and who call daily to check in on her.
On Friday night we were spending the night with her and please understand that one of the funniest challenges I discovered after marrying Nate, was that a tall 6'2'' man doesn't always fit in every bed when we travel and last night was no exception. Staying at Grandma's with Nate is always funny, as the spare bedroom is a small room with lots of furniture to navigate around. (this is code for "be careful if you have go get up in the night to use the bathroom") The spare room has a double bed with a footboard which just doesn't work so well for a tall guy. Before we went to bed, I had left a note for her telling her that I wanted to go grocery shopping with her in the morning. (as she was determined she was going to do this early this early Saturday morning if she was feeling better) You must understand that this means grocery shopping at 6:45am or 7am with Grandma, because you WILL go when she wants to go or you WILL get left behind. Saturday is generally my only day to sleep in so committing to grocery shop at the crack of dawn on a Saturday was a painful thought to me, not to mention that I am NOT a morning person at all, especially on a Saturday. (note: Earlier in the evening I had gone through her fridge and cabinets and determined she was out of a number of things and probably didn't realize it and wanted to make sure to buy things that I knew she would eat and hopefully fix for lunches and dinners, etc.)
Fast forward to 5am. Nate had gotten out of bed and you must understand that my Grandma's spare bedroom has a very funny doorknob that isn't the easiest to open when it's locked. So that was just the start to what would become a really crazy start to our morning. At this point in the story, Nate is fighting the door that just wouldn't open and waking me up to ask how to get out of the room and proceeded to tell me that if there were a fire we would both die because we couldn't get out. I was half out of it as I hadn't slept well at all during the night sharing this little bed with Nate. I explained as best as possible (still half asleep) how to get out of the room and then finally just decided to get up to help him open the door. Of course, this would be the moment that he figures it out and "breaks free" from the room, so I jump back in bed and start to fall to sleep.
Roughly half an hour later I woke up and was so hot and couldn't figure out what in the world was wrong and thought "Did I come down with something in the night, am I sick?" and began battling the covers since I was sweating. ( I later found out that Grandma had turned the AC up in the night and the thermostat read "80 degrees" so no wonder I was dying with covers on!) At this point, I looked at my alarm and realized I could still slip in a few more minutes of sleep as I knew my alarm would be going off for that exciting early morning shopping trip fairly soon.
If you are curious to find out what happened next, you'll have to read tomorrow's post where I will share the rest of this story...it gets even better so be sure to check it out!
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