Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Is it hard?

Recently, I was driving with my daughter while we were eating some chocolate milkshakes. My daughter looked over at me driving and said... "oh, that's smart..."  

Miss P: Oh, that's smart!
Me: Huh? *mouthful of chocolate milkshake* Merfhe mrrrt?
Miss P: Your knee. Driving with your knee.
Me: Oh, yea, well, I need my hands to eat my milkshake. I used to do this all the time with my Slurpees.
Miss P: Cool. Is it hard? 
Me: *thinking* Well, no. Not really.
Miss P: Oh... looks hard.
Me: Well, I guess it was hard... you know at one time.
Miss P: Oh.  *seems unconvinced*
Me: But, you know, everything was hard at one time before you got good at it.
Miss P: *looks confused* Huh?
Me: Pooping used to be hard before you figured out how to do it right.
Miss P: Daaaaaaaad! Did you have to talk about poop!?
Me: No seriously. Have you ever seen babies poop?! The scrunch their faces up and they try so hard!!! Their little faces turn red and they grunt and just try so hard. It's like... WAAAAAAAAAH! They just eventually give up and cry. It's apparently very hard to poop, until you practice it and get better at it. Then, it's not so hard.
Miss P: I just. I don't. I mean. Whhhhhaaa?! Why poop!

I know I haven't been blogging much lately... *checks the stats*  Apparently, 8 post in the whole of last year, and what, 6 this year so far (and most from the Wife)?!  And I'll be honest the reason why I have not blogged lately is that life is pretty hard right now.  You would think after fourtermufff years or so, you'd have this life thing all figured out.  But nooooooope.

Or at least, I don't really have it all figured out yet.

Most days, recently, I feel like I'm in the baby phase still trying to learn how to poop, and every blog post I start ends the same way... like I'm just crying about things that aren't going super awesome.  :-)  But I guess that's not really the point... next week, next month, next year, the things that are hard now - are they still going to be hard?

... well, yes.  Probably.  But that's depressing to think about.

I'm just going to tell myself that things will get easier.  :-)

So, in no specific order, I'm going to list some things that have happened since I last blogged... (I'm not counting the posts my wife does... they don't count.  I should change the blog password.  But since she's the only one who has posted anything in in the last 3 years... maybe I best not change the password just yet...)  but anyway, some of the "less than optimal things which have happened which probably could have happened a different way and I'd have been OK with that... things..."!

... again... no specific order...
  • Wife broke her leg
  • Son broke his arm
  • Wife had an anaphylactic allergic reaction to a chocolate brownie (apparently, stress can cause allergies to start... who knew!)
  • Fireman standing in our entrance responding to a call says "Hey, this place looks familiar.  Have I been here recently?"  (When a fireman or paramedic asks this, it is NOT a good thing)
  • Car drove through our house wall (Teenage son slept through it like a boss)
  • Son broke his hand
  • Doctors started asking my son and wife questions separately to ensure there was no abuse as to why so many broken bones were showing up
  • Moved to China
  • Had VISAs denied and had to get out of the country in less than 3 weeks
  • Had VISA officals state our adoptions were illegal and had to get the wife and kids out of the country fast (unrelated to separate aforementioned VISA issue)
  • Left my job of 15 years 
  • Had one child out of the country for "Humanitarian Reasons" (ie: my son was basically a refugee for about 3 weeks ... hilarious story really... remind me to tell it sometime)
  • Currently unemployed 
  • Homeless (well, I don't own a home, but someone lets us live in their basement)
  • Canadian basements are bigger than most Chinese apartments
  • Wife thinks firemen are handsome... firemen keep showing up for some reason

I mean, that's just a few of the ones I'm able to laugh about now... then there are others...

  • Spinabifida is not going away
  • Doctors keep assessing one of our children for surgery - but the risk/reward isn't there yet to warrant a surgery
  • One child diagnosed with Non-Verbal Learning Disorder
  • Another child diagnosed with Attachment Disorder and ADHD
  • Emotional things have been an issue over the past 3 year
  • Stranded in Canada with no clear path to return to our home in overseas which we are still paying rent for

Really, the list goes on.  But I'm gonna stop there.
Because as daunting as that list looks, there are many other things I could add.... but it doesn't really matter.  I figure this is still me in my learning to poop phase.

I'm not worried, or panic'd.

I'm able to (try to) rest in His provision and know that someone is in control.  I've seen so many blessing each time something goes wrong.  Seriously!  How does a car drive through your house wall?!

But, if we are having a coffee, and your ask "How you doing?" ... just know, I'll probably just lie and say "Great, yeah, everything's great..."  But if you are left with this feeling of "Boy, he makes life look easy", or "He's got everything together" I don't.

I'm just a baby.
Trying to do something, grunting, turning red in the face, and probably crying.  Crying in a manly way though.  Not some wimpy cry.  Manly tears, that when they fall to the ground cause a mighty Oak Tree to spring up.

I know when I was a baby, pooing was hard.
As a young boy Super Mario brothers was the hardest thing in the world.
Then as a teenager, BattleToads was the hardest thing ever.
College was the hardest.
Marriage was the hardest.
Children were the hardest.
Work was the hardest.
Everything is the hardest!
At some point... I just gotta admit it...
... Life is hard at times.  That's OK.

But years from now, when I'm crouching behind some hollowed out building, dodging laser fire from the robot overlords trying to take over the world, and someone asks me ... "was that hard?", I'll think back to this time of no VISAs, children with special needs, life in China, uncertain futures and laugh...  Because I'm sure that whatever I'm facing in the future, all THIS, has just been training for THAT.

But BattleToads... that's just messed up.  I mean, WHO would MAKE that game and sell it to children!  That's gotta be some form of abuse or something!  BattleToads was just wrong, man.

And now that I'm finally got all this complaining out of the way, I can probably return to more regular blogging, NOT complaining about how hard everything is, but get back to the funny.

... Phew.  I feel better now.  Got that all vented out of my system...

Oh, and those pictures of Miss P?  Those are the photos I took while her Auntie was showing her an animated educational video about "Where Babies Come From"

Seriously...  BattleToads...  WHAT THE CRAP!  (I apologize to anyone who never played BattleToads and doesn't understand my frustration... for you ladies out there, think, trying to explain the colour difference between Bavarian Creme and Minced Onion to your man (Yes, real paint colour names, yes, they look identical ... well, maybe there's a hint of green in the Minced Onion... oh I can't tell!  Just PICK A REAL COLOUR!!! *sob*))


  1. You should definitely blog more often.
    Lots on your plate, remember Gypsies dance in the rain, knowing Sun comes after thr rain.
    Sounds crummy- but True.
    Love you.

  2. We had a pickup truck fly off the road and into our house once. It crashed into our laundry room and took out the washer and dryer. Then all 5 kids came down with the flu the next day. Fun times.

  3. Wow, I need to keep up better. I thought you were still in China! I hate all the changes with orphanage partnerships! Please keep us posted!

  4. Holy Crazy Difficulties, Batman! That's quite a life you've got going, there... If it makes you feel any better, I'm 58 and still trying to figure out how to poop properly. "Don't sweat the small stuff" seems to play a role, but I've noticed that when there isn't too much "big stuff" all that "small stuff" seems to gang up and become "big stuff" so just treat it all with the proper level of disdain and you'll be at least partway home. (Or something like that, LOL.) I've never had a car crash into a house I've lived in -- if you don't count the drunk kid who took mama's car without telling her and ran straight into the all-brick mailbox in front of the house in Belgium, then oh-so-carefully drove slowly down the street pretending it didn't happen while leaving tracks in the snow directly from the scene into mama's garage). If you & family are able to complain about it, then you're all OK -- and if you're able to laugh about it, then you're really truly OK. I've also never had firemen recognize my house, but when I worked in a nursing home there was one night we called 911 so many times that the Crew Chief stopped in the front lobby (it was his 3rd or 4th time there that night) and asked me, "What are you guys doing, having a fire sale?!?"

    Keep laughing at the absurdities, the rest will fall in line. :-)

  5. I agree with the comment above; you need to blog more often! Like Vicky, I also thought you were still in China! And I needed to read this today. Some days I feel like we are spinning wheels and that we will never get there. But God is in control of this ride.