As long as I can remember, I have been "fragile".
I bruise easily. If I bump into something - the corner of a desk, a chair, a couch; it's going to leave it's mark.
I cut even easier. What scratches a "normal" individual, would typically send me to the emergency room for stitches... this is NOT an exaggeration. Quite the opposite - total buzz kill! A kid trips on the side walk and gets a scratch - I trip and go to the emergency room.
I was probably 9 years old when I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. I'm not sure what prompted my mom to take me, but I think it was after someone called child services from how often I was in the ER - I was active and clumsy and there often. I didn't want to intentionally have a scar inflicted in order to diagnose the exact type of EDS, so my mom didn't force me... At my original diagnosis they gave us the worst case scenario - they told us I wouldn't live to be 30, wouldn't have children, would possibly have internal eruption of organs (possibly spontaneously). Needless to say, my mom protected me the best she could, and I fought that protection the best I could.
I was married by 21, and by 24 was pregnant. I had a beautiful baby and with little complications - I had to be induced due to increasing blood pressure towards the end of my pregnancy. I now know that the pregnancy had a severely negative effect on my hips - I have to exercise daily to keep the pain in check, and even then it doesn't always help. I knew that I could be passing EDS on to my daughter, but I wasn't sure that I had inherited mine or that it was from a mutation - I'm still not sure, and that's partially why I'm going back for more testing in September.
After my daughter was born until a few years ago, I lived a relatively healthy and uneventful life. I had a little bit of arthritis pain here and there, a few spots of bursitis, but nothing that I would connect until now.
Last July I got on a health kick, but crazily decided to do a high impact aerobics video - yup ShawnT - not my brightest idea... anyways, I ended up hurting my back, which led to a discovery of my severe osteoarthritis and degenerative disc disease in my spine. I essentially have the spine of an 80 year old woman, and I'm only 37.
So, I was seeing a chiropractor for several months, feeling some relief, but not a lot - and I began to experience this horrible exhaustion. I'm often dramatic and animated - do not get me wrong - this is not a dramatized situation - horrible exhaustion meant getting up for work sometime between 5:15 and 5:45 am, going to work around 6:40, working until 2:30, leaving picking up my daughter at 3:00, coming home and sleeping until dinner time - so, say 5:30 or 6:00 pm, and then being back in bed and asleep by 8 or 8:30.
After doing this for the month of September and gaining weight - probably 10 lbs, I decided that something was really wrong - or at least something couldn't be right. So, I scheduled a physical with my primary care Dr. during my fall break... I could not have been prepared for what was to come. The chest x-ray showed something, so they sent me to get a CT scan and another test. I only had to have the CT done because the technician knew exactly what it was.
My primary care doctor called me the next day - he sent me immediately to a cardiothoracic surgeon. The job title alone is scary. I had a diaphragmatic hernia. It was the size of a small nerf football - 4-5" across and 2.5-3" wide or around... it was actually shaped like a little football... we had no idea how long the hernia had been growing in my chest cavity, just that it had gotten so bad that it was depleting my oxygen, thus the lack of energy and constant exhaustion.
I had surgery. I was in the hospital for almost a week. I was off work for almost an entire month - pretty tough for a teacher in the middle of the school year.
I spent the rest of the school year battling my health. I tried to regain my energy. I tried to regain my strength. I tried to regain my muscle and core strength... heck, I'm still trying with most of that. What I've actually discovered is that I've entered the EDS cycle - some good, some bad, a never ending ebb and flow. I just get to roll with the punches and go with it.
On top of all of this loveliness, over the past several years I was experiencing some ENT issues - sinuses and allergies - multiple recurring sinus infections led to allergy testing. One of the side effects of sinus infections and allergies is dizziness, so that is what I've always attributed my dizziness to... until now... now I've got a different dizziness. It occurs when I stand up or get up from laying down... or if I stand and get in a good stretch - you know how most normal people do first thing in the morning or after a lengthy period of time seated. It's pretty unsettling, but apparently also due to the EDS.
Fortunately, I have a great partner in my primary care doc and a wonderful physical therapist. I also have a great allergist and a wonderful ObGyn. I am going for retesting in September with the Geneticist here in Memphis at LeBonheur. I hope to continue tracking the ups and downs of this genetic disorder.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Birthdays
I woke up bright and early today because my phone kept buzzing - all of my "friends" wishing me a Happy Birthday on Facebook...
So, now, the Happy Birthday song is on continuous loop in my brain; however, I think it would be tacky to post that as my status for the day.
Birthdays, once you hit a certain age, just aren't that big of a deal. I remember being young and thinking, "Just wait til I'm 13, or 16, or 18, or 21"... but what happens after that? We think "Oh no! I'm a year closer to 30, or 40, or 50!"
Celebrating the day you are born should be exactly that, a celebration! A festival of you. Or you could think in the spirit of Scrooged or It's a Wonderful Life: What would life be like without you in it? I can think of a few people close to me who I know wouldn't be the same, not to mention the 1200(8*150) students (so far) whose lives wouldn't have been touched by me... that's a sobering thought. Don't get me wrong - I don't have an ego the size of the state of Texas, or Rhode Island for that matter. I simply think we should appreciate ourselves for who we are and what we do. I'm pretty awesome! Although, sometimes I'm pretty bitchy, and others I'm pretty sad. I'm loyal to my friends and family, and dedicated to the children I serve. I try to always have a smile on my face. I try not to speak ill of others. I do my best at everything I do.
Birthdays also lead me to self-reflection - kind of like New Year's with resolutions and all. I like to think about what's going well, and what I'd like to change. Since last year's birthday, I've shed 25 pounds. I'd still like to shed 25 more. My house is coming together, but there's lots more to do. I feel like I'm getting better at what I do - refining the craft of teaching takes up a lot of my spare time. I know I'm becoming a better mother (it is a trial and error field of life). I'd like to spend more time writing, but setting aside all that time to be "great" seems like a daunting task.
This past school year I took my AP students to hear Junot Diaz speak. He gave some interesting advice for people who want to write. "Write!" he exclaimed. "Write as much as the guy who wants to play in the NBA plays basketball." When I think about that it's a little daunting (especially when my mind goes to the stories I've read about Tiger Woods - he reportedly hit 500 golf balls before school every morning and then went back every afternoon and hit until his hands bled)... so I'm starting smaller - dedicating 15 minutes a day to writing should, if nothing else, increase the amount of things I've written.
Happy Birthday to me! May this one be better than the last.
So, now, the Happy Birthday song is on continuous loop in my brain; however, I think it would be tacky to post that as my status for the day.
Birthdays, once you hit a certain age, just aren't that big of a deal. I remember being young and thinking, "Just wait til I'm 13, or 16, or 18, or 21"... but what happens after that? We think "Oh no! I'm a year closer to 30, or 40, or 50!"
Celebrating the day you are born should be exactly that, a celebration! A festival of you. Or you could think in the spirit of Scrooged or It's a Wonderful Life: What would life be like without you in it? I can think of a few people close to me who I know wouldn't be the same, not to mention the 1200(8*150) students (so far) whose lives wouldn't have been touched by me... that's a sobering thought. Don't get me wrong - I don't have an ego the size of the state of Texas, or Rhode Island for that matter. I simply think we should appreciate ourselves for who we are and what we do. I'm pretty awesome! Although, sometimes I'm pretty bitchy, and others I'm pretty sad. I'm loyal to my friends and family, and dedicated to the children I serve. I try to always have a smile on my face. I try not to speak ill of others. I do my best at everything I do.
Birthdays also lead me to self-reflection - kind of like New Year's with resolutions and all. I like to think about what's going well, and what I'd like to change. Since last year's birthday, I've shed 25 pounds. I'd still like to shed 25 more. My house is coming together, but there's lots more to do. I feel like I'm getting better at what I do - refining the craft of teaching takes up a lot of my spare time. I know I'm becoming a better mother (it is a trial and error field of life). I'd like to spend more time writing, but setting aside all that time to be "great" seems like a daunting task.
This past school year I took my AP students to hear Junot Diaz speak. He gave some interesting advice for people who want to write. "Write!" he exclaimed. "Write as much as the guy who wants to play in the NBA plays basketball." When I think about that it's a little daunting (especially when my mind goes to the stories I've read about Tiger Woods - he reportedly hit 500 golf balls before school every morning and then went back every afternoon and hit until his hands bled)... so I'm starting smaller - dedicating 15 minutes a day to writing should, if nothing else, increase the amount of things I've written.
Happy Birthday to me! May this one be better than the last.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Randomness
Just a few things on my mind this Memorial Day:
1) I'm already ready to go back to work - school just got out last week - I think that makes me wierd.
2) I've got more days of work scheduled for the month of June than I do days off (not including weekends).
3) There are a million and one things I want to do to my home this summer - lots of little projects, some literally little and some not so much.
4) I'm shocked by people's actions - why? I'm not sure. I should never assume that people cannot surprise me.
5) I've never read The Color Purple by Alice Walker, but I'm seriously enjoying it. I am reading it because I assigned it to my AP classes for one of their summer reading assignments.
6) It's Memorial Day - thank you to all the people who have, are, or will serve our country. They keep us safe, and too many of us take that for granted.
1) I'm already ready to go back to work - school just got out last week - I think that makes me wierd.
2) I've got more days of work scheduled for the month of June than I do days off (not including weekends).
3) There are a million and one things I want to do to my home this summer - lots of little projects, some literally little and some not so much.
4) I'm shocked by people's actions - why? I'm not sure. I should never assume that people cannot surprise me.
5) I've never read The Color Purple by Alice Walker, but I'm seriously enjoying it. I am reading it because I assigned it to my AP classes for one of their summer reading assignments.
6) It's Memorial Day - thank you to all the people who have, are, or will serve our country. They keep us safe, and too many of us take that for granted.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
One Teacher's Thoughts - I Am Fertilizer
As I was leaving work on Friday, I was approached by one of the Seniors, a young lady who has been in my class all year. She was standing at the door waiting for her mother to pick her up from school on the last day of her high school career. Earlier that day she had sent me an email thanking me for all that I had done for her during this school year. She stated that she appreciated all that I'd done for her through the year.
As I went to leave she gave me a hug and burst into tears, which of course made me cry as well. I told her that she shouldn't be crying. She should be happy. This door was closing, but another one, the one for the rest of her life, was opening.
I cried all the way home.
Thinking about it now, I'm getting misty eyed.
The end of each year is bittersweet. As someone who works with their nose to the grindstone most of the year, by the time May hits, I am seriously ready for a reprieve. However, simultaneously, it's a time of deep reflection on many things. Good teachers reflect all year - daily as a matter of fact. We think about what works and what doesn't. We think about how we can make it better, or how we can change it on the fly to make "it" work for the next class of students. At the end of the year, we look at the year as a whole assessing what worked, where improvements can be made, what we can add to improve things, what we need to scrap, etc.
Personally, I love the end of the year for the learning that occurs about myself. I love getting feedback from students - it's amazing the things that they see and don't see. Usually the things that bother me the most, are things that go unnoticed by them. Hairbrained ideas that I hear and decide to employ in class are typically the things they love the most.
This was my first year teaching AP Literature and Composition - after the test the students were elated that I had driven them all year. They realized how important reading is and how much more of it they should have done during their high school career. It's a pat on the back for the students to come and say thank you, especially when it's unexpected (but that's the praise we all appreciate the most).
So, driving home, thinking about the year and the student who made me cry I was inspired. I thought about what exactly it is that I do, and the processes of teaching and learning when I realized that I am fertilizer. I am fertilizer for the world. I fertilize the minds of children. These children bloom into wonderous beings. They leave me and school. They go out into the world and experience life, and they blossom. They become teachers, accountants, business people, doctors, lawyers, factory workers, tatoo artists, writers, and the list goes on and on...
thankfully so do they.
As I went to leave she gave me a hug and burst into tears, which of course made me cry as well. I told her that she shouldn't be crying. She should be happy. This door was closing, but another one, the one for the rest of her life, was opening.
I cried all the way home.
Thinking about it now, I'm getting misty eyed.
The end of each year is bittersweet. As someone who works with their nose to the grindstone most of the year, by the time May hits, I am seriously ready for a reprieve. However, simultaneously, it's a time of deep reflection on many things. Good teachers reflect all year - daily as a matter of fact. We think about what works and what doesn't. We think about how we can make it better, or how we can change it on the fly to make "it" work for the next class of students. At the end of the year, we look at the year as a whole assessing what worked, where improvements can be made, what we can add to improve things, what we need to scrap, etc.
Personally, I love the end of the year for the learning that occurs about myself. I love getting feedback from students - it's amazing the things that they see and don't see. Usually the things that bother me the most, are things that go unnoticed by them. Hairbrained ideas that I hear and decide to employ in class are typically the things they love the most.
This was my first year teaching AP Literature and Composition - after the test the students were elated that I had driven them all year. They realized how important reading is and how much more of it they should have done during their high school career. It's a pat on the back for the students to come and say thank you, especially when it's unexpected (but that's the praise we all appreciate the most).
So, driving home, thinking about the year and the student who made me cry I was inspired. I thought about what exactly it is that I do, and the processes of teaching and learning when I realized that I am fertilizer. I am fertilizer for the world. I fertilize the minds of children. These children bloom into wonderous beings. They leave me and school. They go out into the world and experience life, and they blossom. They become teachers, accountants, business people, doctors, lawyers, factory workers, tatoo artists, writers, and the list goes on and on...
thankfully so do they.
Monday, January 5, 2009
New Year
I like new beginnings, so being able to start a new year is a pretty cool. Resolutions, however, I feel are not quite as great. Maybe it's because I don't do so well at achieving, or sticking to, my resolutions. In lieu of resolutions, I do reflect and make changes... which if you think about it is really a resolution without calling it one... oh well.
So, somethings I'd like to do this year:
- become healthier/lose weight (cliche I know, but hey, I would like to do it. I even have an amount in mind, but it's that whole not achieving thing that irritates me here.)
- write more, here and some children's stories that I've been working on.
- with before mentioned children's stories, I would like to send them in to have them published... this is a stretch because the stories aren't ready for publishing yet.
- find a permanent school home - although (and this is the first time I've voiced this thought) this year has worn me out - I am certain that I am a teacher, but I can't quite get into the "right groove" (i.e. the right school home) Or maybe I'm delusional and utterly ridiculously optimistic to think that there are teachers who are satisfied with their job, students, work load, administration, etc.
- finish making my house "ours" - this includes painting my bedroom, getting the kitchen finished, and re-do bathrooms.
- be a better wife and mother
We'll see where the year takes us. Hopefully your year is blessed. May it bring you all that you deserve.
So, somethings I'd like to do this year:
- become healthier/lose weight (cliche I know, but hey, I would like to do it. I even have an amount in mind, but it's that whole not achieving thing that irritates me here.)
- write more, here and some children's stories that I've been working on.
- with before mentioned children's stories, I would like to send them in to have them published... this is a stretch because the stories aren't ready for publishing yet.
- find a permanent school home - although (and this is the first time I've voiced this thought) this year has worn me out - I am certain that I am a teacher, but I can't quite get into the "right groove" (i.e. the right school home) Or maybe I'm delusional and utterly ridiculously optimistic to think that there are teachers who are satisfied with their job, students, work load, administration, etc.
- finish making my house "ours" - this includes painting my bedroom, getting the kitchen finished, and re-do bathrooms.
- be a better wife and mother
We'll see where the year takes us. Hopefully your year is blessed. May it bring you all that you deserve.
Monday, December 22, 2008
It's the end of...
the year!
I cannot believe how time has flown by.
Tomorrow is my husband and I's anniversary of our first official date.
For those of you who don't know - my husband and I were both divorced and doing the single-parent dating thing (which is far different from the single and dating thing) and we were both using an online dating service. We had both used multiple dating services with the same results - meeting many different people who were just not right for either of us. (At this point that's obvious, because we are one of those couples completely made for each other.)
So, I had been dating someone for a few months, when he - heck I still don't know what happened to the guy - my guess is that he got scared of the serious direction our relationship was moving towards, albeit not at the warp speed my husband and I moved at, but it was apparently too fast for him and instead of being honest with me he decided it best to just stop calling and returning calls. Water under the bridge at this point. But, it was around Thanksgiving when I finally was ready to date other people, so I put up an ad on an online dating service, thinking to myself, God will take care of me when He feels it's right - within hours I had a communication from this guy.
With online dating you have to be careful, because there are plainly and simply some very dishonest people out there. So, I would not talk to someone without a picture that was clear. I would not talk to married men, or men going through a divorce. And I didn't give my phone number out very easily. I'd been divorced for a few years and had done the online dating thing more than once. Consequently, I had learned some lessons the hard way - that may be another post. Back to my story.
So, this guy sends me a message, but he had no picture. So I was honest. Something along the lines of "You seem like a nice guy, but I don't talk to guys without pictures." He sent back some funny little quip, and had a picture up the next day. At some point that weekend we chatted online, and that became a fairly regular thing for us. Regular, like almost daily. By the time his daughter's birthday rolled around on Dec. 14, we were ready to exchange numbers. He called after his family left the house that night and his daughter had gone to bed. I think we talked until the wee hours of the morning several nights that week. We decided to meet that Saturday after one of the basketball games I had to go to because I was the cheerleading coach back then.
We met. Laughed a lot. And decided to get together sometime soon, which we knew would be difficult because it was the holidays and we shared our children with other people.
We went out on December 23rd. He picked me up at my house. We ate dinner at On The Border. We talked. We did some last minute shopping that I had to take care of for Sophie. We went to the movies and saw Fun With Dick and Jane. He brought me home and we talked for a few more hours, during which we made plans to go out on New Year's Eve. Then, he went home.
I got up the next morning and went to my part time job at Blockbuster. He called and said he couldn't wait til NYE to see me again, and said he wanted to cook me dinner. So we made another date for that week - I'm pretty sure it was just for the 30th, but it's still a fond memory.
We've been inseperable since then. We argue and disagree quite often, but we always manage to be respectful, or apologize when we're not. We can always make each other laugh. We are a team, a unit.
Now, the craziest thing about our online dating experience is that Jason had been using another dating site than the one I was on, but he decided he'd give it "one last shot" and put up an ad on the site I was using. Then he found me and paid money so that he could talk to Me! I truly believe God did all of this. He matched us together. And after three short, yet infinitely long, years we are trucking right along.
Our first date was on December 23. Our first crisis occurred sometime in January - I was at a basketball game, tripped on the sidewalk getting something out of my car, and had to go to the emergency room to get stitches. He was at the school within 10 minutes. (He lived off of Sanga and Walnut Grove, the school I taught at was at Summer and Highland.) He took me to the emergency room, brought me home. Took care of me that night, took care of Sophie the next morning - including taking her to school. And he's been taking care of us every since then.
He proposed on March 13th.
We were married on April 21st.
It's been an amazing, delightful, stressful, difficult, whirlwind - but I wouldn't change a thing.
I cannot believe how time has flown by.
Tomorrow is my husband and I's anniversary of our first official date.
For those of you who don't know - my husband and I were both divorced and doing the single-parent dating thing (which is far different from the single and dating thing) and we were both using an online dating service. We had both used multiple dating services with the same results - meeting many different people who were just not right for either of us. (At this point that's obvious, because we are one of those couples completely made for each other.)
So, I had been dating someone for a few months, when he - heck I still don't know what happened to the guy - my guess is that he got scared of the serious direction our relationship was moving towards, albeit not at the warp speed my husband and I moved at, but it was apparently too fast for him and instead of being honest with me he decided it best to just stop calling and returning calls. Water under the bridge at this point. But, it was around Thanksgiving when I finally was ready to date other people, so I put up an ad on an online dating service, thinking to myself, God will take care of me when He feels it's right - within hours I had a communication from this guy.
With online dating you have to be careful, because there are plainly and simply some very dishonest people out there. So, I would not talk to someone without a picture that was clear. I would not talk to married men, or men going through a divorce. And I didn't give my phone number out very easily. I'd been divorced for a few years and had done the online dating thing more than once. Consequently, I had learned some lessons the hard way - that may be another post. Back to my story.
So, this guy sends me a message, but he had no picture. So I was honest. Something along the lines of "You seem like a nice guy, but I don't talk to guys without pictures." He sent back some funny little quip, and had a picture up the next day. At some point that weekend we chatted online, and that became a fairly regular thing for us. Regular, like almost daily. By the time his daughter's birthday rolled around on Dec. 14, we were ready to exchange numbers. He called after his family left the house that night and his daughter had gone to bed. I think we talked until the wee hours of the morning several nights that week. We decided to meet that Saturday after one of the basketball games I had to go to because I was the cheerleading coach back then.
We met. Laughed a lot. And decided to get together sometime soon, which we knew would be difficult because it was the holidays and we shared our children with other people.
We went out on December 23rd. He picked me up at my house. We ate dinner at On The Border. We talked. We did some last minute shopping that I had to take care of for Sophie. We went to the movies and saw Fun With Dick and Jane. He brought me home and we talked for a few more hours, during which we made plans to go out on New Year's Eve. Then, he went home.
I got up the next morning and went to my part time job at Blockbuster. He called and said he couldn't wait til NYE to see me again, and said he wanted to cook me dinner. So we made another date for that week - I'm pretty sure it was just for the 30th, but it's still a fond memory.
We've been inseperable since then. We argue and disagree quite often, but we always manage to be respectful, or apologize when we're not. We can always make each other laugh. We are a team, a unit.
Now, the craziest thing about our online dating experience is that Jason had been using another dating site than the one I was on, but he decided he'd give it "one last shot" and put up an ad on the site I was using. Then he found me and paid money so that he could talk to Me! I truly believe God did all of this. He matched us together. And after three short, yet infinitely long, years we are trucking right along.
Our first date was on December 23. Our first crisis occurred sometime in January - I was at a basketball game, tripped on the sidewalk getting something out of my car, and had to go to the emergency room to get stitches. He was at the school within 10 minutes. (He lived off of Sanga and Walnut Grove, the school I taught at was at Summer and Highland.) He took me to the emergency room, brought me home. Took care of me that night, took care of Sophie the next morning - including taking her to school. And he's been taking care of us every since then.
He proposed on March 13th.
We were married on April 21st.
It's been an amazing, delightful, stressful, difficult, whirlwind - but I wouldn't change a thing.
Monday, May 26, 2008
This time of year
is so wonderful!
I am relieved to be finished with the current school year - believe me, as tired as the students are of school, the teachers are just as exhausted and tired of it! So, I am thrilled to be out for summer. I am excited to be able to rest and relax and read junk novels. I am eager to learn new things at some professional development classes I've signed up to take this summer. I am thrilled to get to spend some one on one quality time with my daughter... we have visions of pools, museums, libraries (reading), painting, projects and zoos filling our heads.
It's also a little stressful due to money saving issues - although I trust that God will take care of us.
I am always amazed at the amount of projects and home improvement ideas that I can come up with to fill my summer. My husband is equally jealous and miffed about that. Jealous of the fact that I get to be home all summer and miffed that I come up with all this stuff to do, even though he's secretly excited to continue turning this house into our home - when we got married he moved into my house, which I had purchased from my parents (its the house my family lived in since I was in the 8th grade)... so I was in the process of converting it from my parent's house to my home, then we got married (he hates the color I painted the bathroom) and we've been making changes ever since.
Here we are - two in-service days left before summer can truly begin - and I have paint swatches for every room in the house. I doubt I can accomplish painting more than one room a day - the kitchen and part of the storage/pantry/laundry room are already done - that leaves the girls rooms (2), our bedroom, the living room & hall, and the bathroom... that only takes up half of his vacation... not sure how he'll feel about this plan, but I'm going to run it by him and see.
Enough for now.
Branna
I am relieved to be finished with the current school year - believe me, as tired as the students are of school, the teachers are just as exhausted and tired of it! So, I am thrilled to be out for summer. I am excited to be able to rest and relax and read junk novels. I am eager to learn new things at some professional development classes I've signed up to take this summer. I am thrilled to get to spend some one on one quality time with my daughter... we have visions of pools, museums, libraries (reading), painting, projects and zoos filling our heads.
It's also a little stressful due to money saving issues - although I trust that God will take care of us.
I am always amazed at the amount of projects and home improvement ideas that I can come up with to fill my summer. My husband is equally jealous and miffed about that. Jealous of the fact that I get to be home all summer and miffed that I come up with all this stuff to do, even though he's secretly excited to continue turning this house into our home - when we got married he moved into my house, which I had purchased from my parents (its the house my family lived in since I was in the 8th grade)... so I was in the process of converting it from my parent's house to my home, then we got married (he hates the color I painted the bathroom) and we've been making changes ever since.
Here we are - two in-service days left before summer can truly begin - and I have paint swatches for every room in the house. I doubt I can accomplish painting more than one room a day - the kitchen and part of the storage/pantry/laundry room are already done - that leaves the girls rooms (2), our bedroom, the living room & hall, and the bathroom... that only takes up half of his vacation... not sure how he'll feel about this plan, but I'm going to run it by him and see.
Enough for now.
Branna
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