my good friday

I sure wish I could tell you that Good Friday brought
a much-needed spiritual awakening in me.

Deep things.

Even...semi-deep spiritual things.

But no.

Our day started early with Brenden getting his wisdom
teeth removed.

Which was quickly followed by this...

Though unable to talk, he was far from unable
to communicate.

And if you are having a hard time reading exactly what's there,
let me help you.

"When I tap cup, get Mom."
Which was his instructions to Lucy.
Like she could even be able to fully read and comprehend what he wrote.
She's 5.
But his cup-tapping system was his go-to way of
getting my attention.
Throughout the entire day.
Only because I didn't have a bell that he first requested.

Next:

"Could you ask Angela (our friend who is a nurse) if there is an
easier way to take pills while numb."
I just stared at him in pure disbelief.
Seriously?
Did he really think that anyone would have a brilliant solution
to him swallowing his pain pills, other than the traditional way?
Short of me standing on the other side of the room
with a blow-gun, propelling it into his half-open swollen gullet??

Next:
He wanted to know how to correctly spell narcotics.
I was proud that he cared about his spelling.
But who, in their right mind..who is on narcotics,
cares about spelling?

The day continued with other antics.

All the while,
here is what Nick was doing...

He used a half a loaf of bread...

trying to lure the chickens into the house.



Good heavens, people...somebody rescue me.