Yes, for the past 2 weeks I haven't been doing much... but that's because there were a lot of things going on in my life.
(scroll to the bottom now if you want to skip my pathetic whining)
For one, my husband and I have decided on a time when we will start trying for children. We're both in perfect health (knock on wood) and come from prolific families, so I doubt we'll be "trying" for long. I kinda went a little crazy and made a checklist and may or may not have gone overboard with compulsively planning ahead of time. But you have to agree, this moses basket is freakin' adorable. :)
Second, my Christmas wasn't the way I envisioned it. Sorry other people who were there, but you guys were drunk morons. Christmas isn't about beer pong. It's about enjoying good food and good company and watching A Christmas Story and laughing. Not puking in the snow. I understand all of you were seperated from your families and you're young and needed to blow off steam and relax, but you don't need to consume that much alcohol to do that. (Ok, I'm really not sorry, the party sucked and I hope you read this.)
Third, my dog was put down. My red-haired dingo-mutt Rita. Got her in 4th grade when she was about 2 years old from a no-kill shelter. We would wrestle and play soccer together. My best memories of her are when our 2 year old pomeranian (Todd) made it clear he was top dog, when she stole the ball from a game I was playing in and when we would roughhouse. She was always more of my mother's dog than mine, much like how Todd was more mine than her's, but I still spent 2 days crying in bed.
Fourth, a disappointing birthday. No, not mine, husband sure it was full of sparkles and perfection. My friend B's baby's birthday. He turned 1!
Yet, despite that it had been planned far in advance, she and I seemed to be the only excited ones there. Yes, it was just she and I and our husbands and their dog and their roommate and his dog, but could they have acted any less indifferent? The husbands didn't consider getting the main course done on time important (and as any good host/ess knows not supplying food until 4 hours after a get-together starts is a huge foul) and the roommate didn't even participate... AT ALL. He just sat on the couch staring at his laptop playing some stupid n00b game like a lump of... um, LUMP. I mean, they're letting him stay there for FREE while he goes through a divorce and doesn't even have a slice of the homemade cake. WTF. It didn't help that the baby was completely congested and coughing.
Dear darling B was so close to having a breakdown. I felt so sorry for her. I would have had the episode of the century if a party I had planned went that badly. :(
Fifth and lastly, mostly due to the baby being adorable and wearing an invisible sign screaming CUDDLE ME even when sick, I got sick. Started with sneezing and a leaky nose, quickly escalating to a sore throat, aches and pains, and fever with hot flashes and teeth chattering cold chills. I spent a lot of time adjusting the thermostat, jumping into hot showers and cold baths, and removing and putting on layers. I was the picture of misery and I am not ashamed to say I milked it for all it was worth. I was miserable after all! A person deserves to be pampered when they can't even put away their groceries in the correct places when it's something they agonize over or barely keep their grip on an empty glass.
My inner worker bee revived in the middle of last night and in my loopy state I typed up these three things.
Hope you enjoy them!
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