There is so much going on in our house that I’m not even sure where to begin. I’ve been composing snippets of blog posts in my head all week but not finding the time to sit down and type them out. So I think I’m just going to roll them all into one.
Liam took his black belt test one week ago. Scot and I spent most of last Saturday sitting on gym bleachers watching our kid amaze us. I was so proud of him. He was fantastic. All his patterns were correct, his sparring went well, he broke his boards like a boss, and knew his terminology (the student oath and tenets, counting 1-10 in Korean, a handful of Korean phrases). The results will be posted on May 7th and we’ll know then whether we have a black belt in our house. I’m going to go out on limb and say he passed. He was amazing.
There is just too much to share it all in a blog post – even a separate one – but if you click here you’ll be linked to a playlist on my you tube channel that contains video of every pattern he did in order. I also want to share just a couple of pictures.
Bleachers full of red belts testing for black.
Liam patiently waiting his turn.
Breaking a board
Last week Jamie came down with pink eye. We haven’t had kids prone to getting it so while I was reasonably certain that’s what he had, I wasn’t sure. I took him to the doc, they confirmed it, and gave us eye drops to treat him. He cleared up in a couple of days. In the middle of the night on Monday (my birthday, no less), I woke up with a weeping eye and disgusting eye boogers. I caught Jamie’s pink eye. So, I grabbed his drops and started treating it right away thinking it would clear up quickly.
Oh no. Oh no no no. I’ve never had pink eye before and it got SO. MUCH. WORSE.
On Wednesday I woke up like this:
I was in a bar fight; you should see the other guy.
Notice how much I’m lifting my forehead and yet my right eye still won’t open any further. What you can’t see because of the swelling is that the entire sclera, right up to the iris, was blood red. Behold, my goddess-like state.
So I went to my doctor and said ‘fix me.’ I’d also been fighting a cold which had by then turned into a sinus infection. I got strong antibiotics and an ointment for my eyes. Today – Saturday – is the first day that my eyes have felt relatively normal. I’m still a little bloodshot but Jamie is no longer running and screaming when I look directly at him. (Yes. The little stinker who gave it to me ran away screaming.)
My 37th birthday was Monday. Several people I know wished me a happy anniversary of my 29th but I gotta say, I own my age. I’m 37 and I EARNED those years. My birthday was low-key but lovely. My mother-in-law made dinner and a cake so we got to celebrate with them. The cake, by the way, was AMAZING. I got very nice gifts from everyone all of which I loved and will use. Liam even used his own saved up allowance to pick out a necklace for me. Scot said he was very meticulous about picking which one and I have to say, the kid has taste. I love it.
The only dark spot in all of this is that Scot was laid off last week. We didn’t see it coming and, well, frankly it sucks to be back in the same position we were last summer. However, we are both dealing with it much better than we did the last time and I believe he *will* find a job. We will be OK but in the meantime we would really like this particular roller coaster to finish up and let us off the ride. Permanently.
I’ll end this post with a touch of whimsey. I caught a fantastically hilarious picture of Ellie the other day. How could I not share?