The Things I Learned While My Husband Was Hospitalized

Trenty was hospitalized for eight days recently.   These are the life lessons I learned while he was there:

1. The laundry does not automatically do itself.  I know, right?!?  Someone has to actually sort the clothes in the hamper, bring them downstairs, load them into the washer, put them into the dryer before they sour, wait patiently for them to dry, take them out of the dryer before they get wrinkled,  fold them all neatly, and then bring them all back upstairs and put in the right bedrooms. 
2. My car does not magically fill itself up with gas.  What?!?  My car's gas gauge is never below like 1/4 tank.  Do you know there is a dinger bell warning thingie that rings when you are almost out of gas?  I know!!  
3. Along the lines of #2, did you know there is like a magical way to put the gas filler upper thingie into the gas tank hole thingie?  Yeah.  There is.  There is a secret "man code" thing about putting the thing into the thing!  Apparently, and I don't know if this is just California or all over the world, you have to like maneuver the handle thingie until it like clicks into the gas tank.  I can't explain it...but it had me nearly in tears.  Now, you know why there are instructions on the gas pump!  
4. The dogs poop a crap load (hahahahaha) in the backyard.  And...apparently someone has to pick that shit up!  
5. This goes with #4...it will all come together at the end (pun totally intended)!  Moosie has a little bit of separation anxiety.  If you don't leave the trash can out where he can get into it and spread trash all over the place, he will find something else.  On one particular day, he found crayons.  He ate them.  He pooped rainbows!  I know this because I saw this with my own two eyes!  
6. The dishwasher does not start itself.  Nor does it unload itself.  Who knew?
7. This one is hard to swallow (oh man... I am so on a roll!!).  You cannot eat every meal out for 8 days straight and not gain a couple of pounds.  Trent was in Modesto and I had to go back and forth, leaving early in the morning and coming home late in the evening.  I would have only one meal a day, and it was usually fast and from a place I didn't have to get out of the car.  Yeah, my pants are like....WHAT?!?!
8. Being an independent contractor is not all it is cracked up to be.  Work still has to get done.  I don't have days off, sick or vacation or otherwise.  I had to type from about 10:00pm to about 2 to 3:00am.  
9. I type way more accurate and way faster from 10:00pm to 3:00am!!  Also, I am so less distracted by other things!   



My babies waiting at 2:00am for me to go to bed!!

10. This is the most important.  We have the best friends and the very best family any people could ever ask for.  If I would have asked or accepted offers, my house could have been full of people who love me and support me.  I didn't tell a lot of people at first because we are kinda private people and we didn't want to bother anyone, but once I did, we had a huge outpouring of pure kindness and so much support.  There was one night in particular that I was at the end of my rope, I was standing on the ledge and needed to be talked down.  I called Michelle and bawled and yelled and screamed and she just listened.  She just knew what I needed and was there for me when I needed it.  My mom called every day to find out how he was and how I was holding up. I kept family updated by text and they respected my time and didn't push too much.  When I asked, there were more prayers and good thoughts to help carry Trent and me through this time.  I am so very humbled by these people.  They mean the world to me and I have no idea how I would have coped without their support, even from a thousand miles away.  Saying thank you is just not enough; I have no idea how to express my extreme gratitude for these very special people in my life.  If they could look into my heart, they would all see the place where they reside and know how much they all mean to me.  

I had one little thing that I wanted to share about Trent's experience under anesthesia; when he came from recovery, he mentioned his father who had passed.  But the best thing ever, was that he mentioned my daddy as well.  I have no doubt these two strong men, who I loved dearly, were with my husband and helped him along the way.  This just tears me up.  It swells my heart with such joy and such love to know that even in death, Trent's dad was there for him and my daddy was there to make sure I would be okay because Trent was okay.  

Trent is recovering, however, there are few more steps to take.  I am grateful to know that we don't have to go through them alone.

XOXO