No, I have not died.

On March 3 we BEGAN moving into our new house. We love it and feel so blessed to have it. Moving in town is a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing because you really do not have to pack anything very securely. We stacked dishes inside of a box, drove over and unpacked them. We moved room by room...etc. The curse of this is that everything that is "left over" is moved -with really no place to go...but it's not trash...you know what I'm saying. So...for several days we were trying to "put" "STUFF" somewhere...anywhere...

On March 7 I had to drive to R. to pre-register for surgery. It would take place on March 9, Friday. It would be a day surgery so my mom was going to watch the girls for the day and then things would get back to normal. As normal as it can be unpacking after a minor surgery with 4 children.

On March 8 my mom got sick. Really sick- to the point that I called my Mother-in-Law and my friend from Waco, crying...pleading with someone to come to my aid. So...LeeAnn drove in that afternoon and my Mother-in-Law prepared to come on Saturday. It's a good thing...

Today is Tueday...I returned from the hospital yesterday at 2:30 pm. The day surgery turned into a more extensive 4 day hospital stay!!! Now I am home...2 weeks in bed, 6 week recovery. My friends have been great...we have food, my house is almost in order (no kidding) and my Mother-in-Law is here until Friday...at which point LeeAnn will return for 4 days. My friend Christi, who also homeschools, had me write out my lesson plans and I sent Abby to her house today for school with her kids. Man, I am exhausted...but I wanted to give you an update. So please pray for a quick recovery with no major "kid" injuries!