I’m stopping to come up for air after another one of *those* weeks. Nothing extraordinarily bad but definitely extraordinarily busy. It started with a rock-climbing adventure to Alderfer/Three Sisters, one of my favorite hiking areas in Evergreen.
The next few days were a compendium of business and church meetings, babysitting, deadlines and stress. I hit the wall a couple of nights ago when, out of nowhere, I had an excruciating episode with my knee, rendering me unable to walk.
I spent the next day on the phone with our insurance company tracking down an orthopedic surgeon. I’ve held off as long as possible due to our daunting $2,500 co-pay for anything beyond an office visit. This is what you get for being self-employed and have a husband with a horrid health history. This is on top of our sky-high monthly health insurance premium.
You’d better believe I’ve been watching the health insurance debates VERY carefully because we’re one of the victims of a failed system.
And you’d also better believe that socialized medicine is sounding pretty darn good to me right now.
I was feeling down and out that day. To top if off, I was teaching 17 Beehives (12- and 13-year-old girls) how to make apple dumplings at my house that evening. As I fretted about what to do with them while the dumplings cooked, a sign from God appeared.
OK, it was actually a package from Nintendo in the form of their newest release: Wii Party and (brace yourselves for this): my very own disco ball.
Suddenly, my life had meaning again.
And so we baked….
Watched It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and we partied it up with Wii Party with our disco ball reflecting groovin’ colors.
The next day, the kids and I played Wii Party with Bode’s buddy, Larry. The little dude has never touched a Wii and Hadley treated him like the village idiot.
Being Wii-ignorant is the new leprosy.
Until said “Village Idiot” beat her.
It’s been a brutal week for everyone.
Disclaimer: My brother Jade’s portrayal as “Duct Tape Man” is the closest I could come to a picture of a village idiot.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 