The Month of June

The month of June was a crazy one for the Springer household. I may just have to list all the catastrophes in bullet form so that I can get through it all.

• Well, obviously, my grandpa passed away of a heart attack on June 7th, while we were there on vacation, which was good that we were able to be there and help out but it was also extremely stressful.
• We came home very early, I'm talking 3am-ish, Sunday the 15th.
  
• Needless to say, that following week I had a ton of laundry to do and on the following Tues. my washing machine died. I was just starting to tackle the crazy amount of post-vacation laundry and it just stopped working. It was a used one and we didn't have to pay for it but it was still an inconvenience.
  
• Laundry continues to pile up while we research washing machines and places.
  
• I'm calling my mom to check on her emotional health and find out she'll have surgery on Thurs. for a frozen shoulder, bone spurs on her shoulder blade, etc. nice.
• Laundry is continuing to be insane.
• Saturday my in -laws come to town to watch Camden's first t-ball game/practice and we go out and buy a new washer. YEAH!!!
• Same night. 9:30pm, we turn our brand new Maytag washing machine on and watch as it proceeds to overfill, flooding our laundry room and basement ceiling. lovely.
• Spend several hours drilling holes in the ceiling to let the water out, wiping up everything with every towel in the house.
• the next day, Monday, a repairman comes, takes the stupid machine apart and we find out that two important attachments, the lid switch and pressure hose, WEREN'T EVEN ATTACHED!!! meaning, the washing machine was told to turn on and never stop filling!!!!! so stupid.
• Now my new washing machine works like a dream but I have mountain of laundry to do because all of our clothes are dirty PLUS literally, every single bath towel and rag towel we own.
  
• Spend rest of the week doing laundry. fun.
• Decide it's time to cut the boys' hair because it's so hot outside and don't notice when the attachment falls off and I end up buzzing Camden's head with NO attachment on. Now he resembles a cancer patient. Or a skinhead. or something else ...but you know what? He's still so cute!!
• Nate gives me a hard time about said haircut. I get to my breaking point.
• I officially lose it the next day, Thurs., when I turn on the garbage disposal and hear an awful grating sound. I think it's a spoon or something...nope. it's. my. RING!!!!!!
• yes, my wedding ring was eaten by the garbage disposal. I proceed to break down sobbing, blubbering, snotting and pretty much being a lame baby. It was my wedding ring for cryin out loud!
• But we found the diamond that had popped out and it was totally fine! Now I have to decide what I'm going to do. Use old stones in a new setting? Get yellow gold again or go with white? Try to recreate my old ring? any suggestions?
  
• Saturday, was pretty good. we get some good ideas on rings yet still haven't heard back from the jewelry stores with estimates. sucky jewelry store.
• Sunday night, ahhh, Sunday night. All my laundry is finally done, folded and put away. My mom is recovering well from her surgery. The basement ceiling dried really well, so we shouldn't be having any mildew problems.
• Sunday night, June 29th, Aidan sticks a button up his nose. While I'm making dinner for our friends to come over. It's a little light brown shirt button. I can't even imagine the thought process behind that one.
  
• I immediately yell for Nate to get the tweezers and flashlight. We proceed to sit on our child while jabbing tweezers up his nose. He keeps sniffing it up higher and higher. We end up going to urgent care.
• Urgent care has no clue what they're doing. They try jabbing instruments up his nose too, doesn't work.
  
• Make appt. for next day at 8:30am to go to ENT clinic at hospital to remove foreign object. They can't do it either. Aidan's screaming out of sheer terror and frustration at being strapped to a papoose board.
• They schedule us for the OPERATING ROOM the next morning.
  
• Day 3 of button fiasco. We go bright and early to the OR. Wait for two hours, the put him under with gas but it's so far in his nasal cavity that they end up intubating him to do an endoscope. Yeah. so three days later, the button comes out at the hospital. sigh.

• are you still with me? haven't fallen asleep yet? I wouldn't blame you.

And so the month of June ends. and hopefully with it, all the crazy drama. I've had my fill, Lord. I really don't know if I could take anymore crazy !@#.