Thursday, September 20, 2007
 So Tuesday while the kids were outside playing in the Bounce-A-Round Hunter decided to break one of the rules and was laying over the top of one of the sides practically tipping over the entire castle. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal but the twins and Caleb weren't so far away and you can just imagine the catastrophe that could have taken place. So I insisted he get out immediately and as he climbed out (very reluctantly I might add), his pump got snagged on something and the entire tube snapped off. When he showed me the results, I told him it was no big deal, we would just have to change his site. That made him particularly upset because he then proceeded to chuck his brand new pump onto the porch swing I was sitting on and scream at me about how it was all my fault and we just changed his site and he wouldn't let me put a new site in and blah! blah! blah! Again, big deal if he wants to throw a stupid tantrum right there in the middle of the yard where the entire neighborhood can see him, but that is a brand new insulin pump and I don't have $5000.00 to replace it. So I told him he lost GT (game time) for the rest of the week which of course didn't go over well.
In an attempt to maintain my composure and resist the very strong urge to beat the kid, I called Kathy and told her to make it all better because I just couldn't possibly deal with it any longer. So I threw the phone to Hunter and he started strolling across the yard chatting to his beloved Aunt Kathy. A few minutes later he came back with a huge grin across his face and a sparkle in his eyes. Whatever. . . at least it was all better and we could move on. Kathy called a little later that day and Hunter hid around the corner to chat. And once again, he returned with his shirt over his mouth, desperately trying to hide the smile. I wondered what they were up to but Hunter wasn't telling and I didn't have the energy to pry.
So yesterday we had Scouts and after being sick for six days with a relentless stomach bug there was no way I was going to come home and make dinner. So I told the boys on the way to Scouts that we were going to pick up McDonalds for dinner. Hunter started wondering if we could have Burger King instead and trying to decide who had the better Happy Meal toys. After a five-minute pause Hunter randomly said, "Don't make dinner whatever you do." Hmmmmm. . . . Another phone call to Aunt Kathy with Hunter curled up in the corner of the car, confirmed that I should not make dinner, nor should I buy McDonalds but we should go home from Scouts immediately and not dawdle. So that's what we did and not too long after, Boston Market showed up at our door with two huge bags of food and a caterer to set it all up for us. We had potatoes, meatloaf, mac-n-cheese, cornbread, green beans, more potatoes, chicken noodle soup, coke, cookies and even more mashed potatoes. I don't think I've seen more food since Thanksgiving. Hunter was grinning from ear to ear and asked us all who we had to thank and while we all graciously thanked Hunter for his great secret surprise, only I know the real people that need thanking. So, to Kathy and Mom and Dad, I say thank you so much. What a much needed and even more appreciated secret surprise for one absolutely exhausted and completely wiped out Mommy.
posted by Shana # 12:48 PM 
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