Anniversary Weekend

Tomorrow is my actual anniversary, but we celebrate big here in the Jorek home. We do things in weekends. That said, Caleb woke up with a fever this morning. He has complained of a headache as well, so we have given him Motrin. He went to bed about 8:30 this evening. I worry about my children when they are sick. I am trying not to worry so much, but some habits die hard. I guess I actually worry LESS than I used to when I was certain that God was always trying to "grow" my Christianity. I used to think God was going to somehow smite me just to see if I could handle it. You know, like Job. "Have you considered my servant, Misty? Go kill her children and take everything away she owns and then let's see if she will still love me." I guess that's an issue for my other blog.

Anyway, as I said before, Olaf and I celebrate our 23rd wedding anniversary tomorrow. Olaf isn't feeling well either since his steroids have been increased to 30 mg a day. He is jittery, and his heart is pounding out of his chest. He needs to take Zanax just to get through the day. He feels like he is in a constant state of panic. I cannot imagine the effects that these steroids are having on his body. He tries not to lose his temper even though it is so easy when you are on steroids. This pemphigus is one tough cookie. Hopefully we can go on a date next Saturday as we have tickets to see Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engval, and Larry the Cable Guy.

Simon is sitting here eating suckers. He is so cute. I cannot believe he will be four this year. I am convinced he will be the last Jorek child, but still don't want Olaf to get a vasectomy. That seems too final for a couple that has been infertile for our entire marriage. Part of me wants another baby, believe it or not. The other part of me (the rational part) thinks 43 might be too old and my husband may be too sick. Then I look at Kelly Preston and John Travolta. She is like 48 and he is 54 and they just had another baby. If I was guaranteed to live until 80, I would do it. However, there are no guarantees are there? Olaf's parents were only married 23 years before his mom passed away.

Well, that was my day. I am going to try to blog more often. It is fun to go back in the archives and read from time to time.