(Disclaimer: In case you have noticed and increased amount of typos lately...I blame it on the keyboard :) ).
Awww...this is much more like it! I'm sitting here on the couch, typing, Eliseo playing trucks, my niece brushing my hair, my 3 yo nephew hanging from my hair, a baby watching me on the next couch over, and my sister in law home schooling her older ones in the dining room...feels like home :)
Thank you for your understanding sympathy, empathy, and for laughing or crying with me :) I feel so much better after reading all your comments and I am definitely going to take an umbrella stroller with me...as well as check everything I don't absolutely need with me on the plane. I'm a bit more nervous about the actual flight part as Eliseo will have had his surgery and I'm imagining him possibly being a bit fussier than normal. I'm considering buying a package of earplugs to give out for free to my fellow passengers. At least, Lord willing, by 2:50 pm Friday afternoon, it will be all over and I'll be home!
Eliseo has his pre-op appt. this afternoon with the doctor. I have a list of questions ready to ask him about the surgery, recovery, etc...
We appreciate your prayers so much. Surgery will be tomorrow morning and I'll be sure to let you all know how everything goes.
Since everyone seems to appreciate the predicaments I manage to get myself into, do you want to hear another one? This happened Friday afternoon.
My sister in law's parents so graciously loaned me a car while I'm here. They gave me a key to the car, but it didn't have a key chain...it was just a single key that worked for both the ignition and door. I had left my keys with Daniel as I had no need for them here. I was being so very careful with that single car key being sure to immediately put it into a special designated pocket in my purse so I wouldn't lose it.
Last week, I went to visit my sister who lives about 4 1/2 hours south of Redding. While there, I had stopped by a Walmart to pick up a couple of things. When I pulled the key out of the ignition, it slipped out of my hands and fell between the two front seat where the parking break was. I could see the key, but it had fallen too far back to reach it. I thought if I could just get the key forward a bit more, I might be able to fit my fingers in that opening and grab it.
So I went into the store and bought a package of wire hangers, untwisted one of them and proceeded to try to use it to bring the key forward a bit. The problem was I couldn't work with the hanger and see what I was doing at the same time. I had to look, then try to feel the key, and then look again to see how I was doing.
Suddenly, I no longer felt or heard the key. I went to look and now no longer saw the key. It was completely gone!
I didn't have a cell phone and had no idea what to do. So I have learned that the first thing I need to do is pray and to know God hears and to expect an answer. I felt like crying again...or laughing...I did both. Eliseo was due for a nap so he joined in the cries. Again, I was really, really, really missing my husband...although I could picture him giving me that look he always does and laughing at me like he does when I manage to get myself in situations like this...which happens quite often I'm afraid.
I got out of the car, looked around, and saw a group of 4 men big men chatting a few cars over. They looked like they might be able to help???? I dried my eyes, walked over to them with Eliseo and explained what had happened. They went over to my car to take a look. One of them ran over to his car and grabbed a few tools. They began removing the parking break cover and some other things. Eventually they had part of the passenger seat railing taken off.
After about 30 minutes, one of them said, "Okay, I think we can finally get it, but I'm going to need to place a small cut in the carpet." I told them to go ahead and about 45 minutes later, they were able to retrieve the key! I somehow managed to push the key way under the carpet between the parking break and passenger seat. They were not sure how I even managed to do that...neither was I...although I am not surprised.
They put everything back together for me, I thanked them and offered to give them at least a little something for their trouble. They wouldn't take anything and said it would just be what they would want someone to do for their wives.
I told Deb's dad what I did to his car...he was so sweet and said that with almost 200,000 miles on it, it was expected to have some wear and tear. I called and told Daniel...and he laughed and I could imagine exactly what his face looked like as he thought, "Only my wife!" :)