2 Nuts and a Tree!

12/19/10 – Second post of the day - as promised.  Just another day at home (I love saying that! HOME!)… 

Last night I fell asleep to Todd panicking because he had poured too much water into the Christmas tree and it had poured over and completely soaked the towel underneath the stand.  He was worried that our hardwood would start to bow because of the collection of water.  So, at 12:30 Todd and my mom are sliding our 9ft Christmas tree across our living room and into the kitchen where there is tile.  Since I was in bed and too stiff to move and too sore to endure anymore laughter this is an excerpt of what I heard:

TODD:  (talking to me) “I poured too much water in the tree stand!  It ran over and onto the floor.  Our floor is going to be ruined!”

Todd goes back into the living room.

TODD: “Grr…” “Pull”

MOM: “What’s going on?” (at this point Todd tells his predicament once again)

MOM: “Well, let me help.”

TODD: “I’m pulling it to the kitchen.”  CRASH!!! “Well, that’s our first fatality.”

ME: (from the bedroom) “sigh….”

MOM: “It’s too tall.  It’s stuck on the ceiling going into the kitchen!” (our living room has a vaulted ceiling but the kitchen does not)

They must have made it to where they were going.

TODD: “Ok, here’s what we’re going to do.  I’ll lift the tree and you can slide another towel under the tree.”  JINGLE, JINGLE, weird noise I can’t describe… “We almost lost it!  Let’s try one more time.  I didn’t lift right.”

TODD: JINGLE, JINGLE, SWISH “Got it!”

I didn’t know this until the next day, but when Todd lifted the tree it almost fell on my mom.  They got it to work the second time, mopped up the water under the tree, and traded out the soaked towel for a fresh one.  There was only one ornament lost in the fiasco.  If anyone needs a 9ft tree moved around their house give Todd and my mom a call.  They are pros.

I did not realize this, but apparently when you have surgery and can’t move a whole lot you spouse will start to look for sitters for you.  Todd went to church this morning and mom thought about going to the candle light service tonight.  They started talking about if they were both gone what they would “do” with me?!  What?! I need a sitter!  Ha hahaha ha!  That’s hilarious.  I wonder how much people get for babysitting adults?  I like to think I am self sufficient, but I have to understand that right now there are things that I just can’t do for myself.  The fact that I can’t bend too far, walk or stand much, and get tired easily probably play a big role in this. 

I am a little worried that I am becoming a burden.  I feel bad always asking for stuff.  “Mom, can you get me something to drink?”  “Todd, will you help me get out of bed?” “I need to take my medicine.” “I’m hungry.  Can you hand me a roll?”  "Todd, will you type my blog?" (Do I sound needy, or is it just the percocet?)  It seems like I am completely dependent on others.  Yes, there are some things I can do for myself, but there is no way I would make it day to day without help.  This is definitely a humbling situation.  I don’t really say any of this for you to feel bad for me, but I do realize that this blog is about what’s going on with me.  This is something that I have started to wonder about.  But, like my mom says “it’s a cinch by the inch, but it’s hard by the yard.”  I just need to breathe and take it one day at a time.

I have had some yummy food again today.  Mom made me some homemade mac and cheese and I had some pigs in a blanket (minus the pigs).  I would love some loaded baked potato soup.  My song of the day is “I wanna hippopotamus for Christmas…”  I’m watching The Santa Claus trying to get into the spirit.  Later!