Frenulectomy: Say that ten times faster

There was a week or two when I wanted to write about how manageable our lives have become. Parenting is never easy, but I've found that staying at home without the constant stress of working outside the home has been a true blessing in disguise. Everyone knows I lost my social work job at the end of December thanks to budget cuts. What I didn't know is that by losing my job, I was opening room for more simplicity at home.

And then we endured the week from hell. Eva was as sick as I've ever seen her, so we rolled out the pull-out couch, played every Disney movie we could find, and kept the puke bucket near for days. Literally, days. Poor kid had a fever, a wicked cough, she shook, and she cried. All the while, I tried to keep Miles and her as far apart as possible. Luckily, he never got sick, however...

We figured out that Miles is tongue-tied...also known as the thing that happens when the connective skin under your tongue is too long and prevents you from being able to stick your tongue out. Sometimes it keeps kids from latching well and can effect speech. Ferris had the same thing, although his tongue was never fixed until he was much older. So Monday afternoon, we took Miles to the doctor for a frenulectomy. I'm sure I spelled that wrong. It's a relatively easy procedure where they topically numb under the tongue and quickly snip the connective skin back. Miles did great. Mama almost passed out.

Things aren't so very easy, but I have to admit that they'd be a million times more complicated if I had an outside job to work around. No doubt, I would feel buried. That said, I'm already starting to miss the personal balance that working outside of the home seemed to give me. I used to work too much, but I can already see a time when I'm going to want or need some of that back. Not all of it, but some of it.

Perhaps I should just watch a few episodes of Oprah and hope everything rights itself while I'm busy.