Oh the guilt! The guilt is strong in me today.
On Saturday, Faith took a tumble on the grass. She landed on her right arm (the same one she broke before). She told us it was sore, but there was no bruising or swelling and she could move it, so we figured it was just bruised.
Oh the guilt!
On Sunday it was still sore. It was also still not swollen or bruised and she could move it. So we gave her a bit of Neurofen and she was okay.
Oh the guilt!
Yesterday morning (3 days later!!) she complained to me while we were getting dressed that her arm was still sore. We finished getting dressed and I took her to school. I fully intended to mention to Paul that she was still sore and maybe we should take her to the doc but I forgot.
Oh the guilt!
By the time Paul got home last night she was really miserable, her arm was sore and she refused to use it. So he took her to casualty where they x-rayed it and yes, she has a fracture in her forearm. They gave her a temporary cast and a sling.
Oh the guilt!
I feel awful that we didn’t take her right away. Or at the least the next day when she was still complaining it was sore.
Rule of thumb is that if they complain about something being sore and then forget about the pain when they wake up the next day it wasn’t something bad, if they still complain, check it out. And I didn’t check it out! Dammit! I should have checked in out!
Oh the guilt!
She is, thank heavens, fine. She was a bit concerned about going to school this morning and a bit overwhelmed by all the kids coming to check out her cast. But all in all she was happy. She picked up a marker in her left hand and just started drawing, no issues, so I don’t think she will have any problems not using her right hand.
Now if only I could let go of all the guilt!!
I feel like I should be writing stuff, interesting stuff, things you guys will find funny and relevant and interesting.
But I just feel meh.
I don’t even feel like doing the #Zombieprompts.
If you were to run a Kickstarter campaign, what would your project be?
Right now it would be to manage a down payment on a house in Israel.
You need 20% cash (minimum) down payment and the housing market here is insane.
TV programme: Paw patrol, Peppa Pig, Avengers cartoons.
iPhone App: You enjoy Dots on the iPad and you like plating Minecraft with your brother.
Meal: Not pizza! You really dont like pizza and will eat pretty much anything other than pizza.
Fruit: Apples and grapes.
Vegetable: Sweetcorn and carrots.
Breakfast: As long as it has chocolate in it you love it. Nothing’s changed.
Drink: Juice and water.
Toy: Your brothers light saber, the little Star Wars figurines that come in the yogurt packs we buy and your Elsa doll.
You love: The park, especially the swings. You enjoy riding a bike. Your taggies, especially the pink one. Wearing dresses and skirts.
Something that happened yesterday: You walked into your classroom, in fact the building where your classroom is all by your self. You’ve been doing this for a few weeks now and it makes me realise just how big you are really getting.
TV programme: Anything super hero. You love watching Avengers cartoons with Abba.
iPhone App: Minecraft!
Meal: Pizza. Still. If the day ever comes that you dont like pizza I will know the world is ending.
Vegetable: As long as they are raw and not cooked you love carrots. You also eat red peppers and have decided you like shakshuka but still wont eat a regular tomato.
Breakfast: Yogurt. With chocolate cereal balls mixed in.
Drink: Juice mostly although you love weekends when we drink cold drinks too.
Toy: Not so much a toy, you love riding your bike. Without training wheels!
You love: Minecraft. Reading. Super heroes. Harry Potter.
Something that happened yesterday: You dropped your pillow off your bed last night, it knocked over your metal water bottle and you woke up with a huge fright. I sat with you for a few minutes and got the best middle of the night cuddles before you went back to sleep.
Israel is home. It was from the very first time I stepped foot on her soil 20 years ago.
I came with my family to visit my uncle. We spent 2 weeks driving from north to south, east to west, seeing as much as we could in the short amount of time that we had. 2 years later at the age of 19, I came on my own and spent 8 months on a kibbutz as a volunteer. I made friends with some of the local girls on the kibbutz and we went traveling together with some of the other volunteers, spent time in the north and in hostels in Tel Aviv. Another 2 trips and I knew I would one day live here.
Paul and I discussed moving to Israel for ages but it was never the right time. Also, Paul had never actually been to Israel so I think it was more of an abstract concept to him. Until he came for a visit and that was that.
We have been here now for just under a year and a half and each day I fall more in love with our home.
This week marks Israels birthday, her independence, Yom Ha’atzmaut. The streets are filled with flags, cars are dressed up with flags, balconies have flags flying. The kids are learning the history of our home and come home every day excited about celebrating.
The day before Yom Ha’atzmaut is a day of mourning, Yom Ha’zikaron. A day where we remember all the fallen, the soldiers, the victims of terror, those that have given their lives for the freedom we now enjoy.
This beautiful country, this proud people go from heartfelt mourning and deep grief to celebration and joy and I can say with absolute certainty that I am proud to be a part of it, proud to be Israeli.
**all photos taken by Paul
What are your biggest long term dreams?
So Im a week late with this one but I have a good excuse, its been Pesach and my mommy in law was here and I’ve been on holiday.
My biggest long term dream? Living completely debt free. Simple.
Show your readers 5 different ways to decorate pumpkins.
Whoops, a bit late with last weeks prompt 🙂
So I have only ever decorated/carved a pumpkin once. It was messy and fun and easier than I expected. This is what it looked like.
I was pretty proud of it. You can see the entire ‘how to’ here.
If I were to decorate more pumpkins I wouldn’t carve them. Way too messy and gooey.
I would rather do something like the images below.
Spring cleaning. Pesach cleaning. Just all the cleaning.
So far since last Friday we have done the following:
- Cleaned Aaron’s room.
- Cleaned Faith’s room.
- Sorted out Aaron’s cupboard.
- Sorted out Faith’s cupboard.
- Cleaned out both pantry cupboards.
- Swept, vacuumed and steam mopped all the floors (which will have to be redone on Friday).
- Deep cleaned my oven and stove top (which caused me heart failure when the gas hobs stopped working because they got wet, they now work just fine).
- De-calking the kettle.
- I’ve done at least 8 loads of laundry since last weekend including, blankets, duvets, linen, clothes, towels and kitchen cloths & mop cloths.
Still to be done this afternoon and tomorrow morning:
- Cleaning the fridge and freezer.
- Cleaning all the kitchen surfaces.
- Cleaning the microwave.
- Deep cleaning the bathrooms.
- Sorting out my cupboard.
- Sweeping, vacuuming and steam mopping all the floors again.
And after all the cleaning is done, I have to pack away all my day to day crockery and cutlery and kitchen things and unpack all the Pesach things and wash what needs washing before it can be used.
And then the great Pesach cooking can commence.
I need a nap already!
Write the beginning of a scary story and let your readers decide what happens next.
The rain was coming down harder, the icy pellets stinging her bare arms. She stopped walking at the cross roads, her eyes darting to the sides, into the dense bushes along the road. She knew she wasn’t alone, she just didn’t know what else was out there, watching her. A loud crack of thunder sounded at the same time the lightning struck, illuminating the road ahead. Nothing but a long dark road, flanked my tall trees, bending almost double in the wind and rain. She started walking again, a little bit faster. The sharp staccato sound of nails on tar made her heart beat faster. She didn’t turn around, just started to run.