It was, overall, a good weekend. Knowing my family, it could have been a disaster. It very nearly was, on several occasions. But I think things ended on a high note with people in relatively high spirits. Which is really the best we could have expected. So here’s the highlights:
- Putting together the photoblog was a tremendous pain in the arse. :lol It took a lot of time to put into a post on my parent’s sucky dial-up connection. Won’t be trying that again too soon.
- My mom very nearly ended up in the hospital Sunday morning. My parents took us out to breakfast after church at this golf club they like to go to. Afterward, my dad was going to go fetch the car for us, mostly my mom since she’s not so spry on her feet anymore. Well, he didn’t, he stopped to talok to some friends. So we all ended up walking out at the same time. H got away from me and started following his grandpa to the car, so I chased after him to get his hand. Because he’s not supposed to go into parking lots or anything without holding a hand. And everyone else just sort of followed suit. There were some stairs (sans railing) leading to the handicapped spots and the first row of parking followed by a somewhat short but steep embankment to the next row of parking where my dad’s car was parked. I got to the embankment before I got H’s hand and we were stopped there, when I heard a commotion behind me. I turned to see my mother on her hands and knees, she’d fallen going down the steps. K was right there, trying to help her out and calling for napkins to mop up the blood from her nose and mouth. I yelled to my father that she’d fallen. It was quite the chaotic scene. Long story short (too late, huh?), everything was fine. My mom was banged up but miraculously no bones were broken. We were all quite shaken up though.
- My four year old niece, F, also nearly ended up in the hospital, or worse. Same exact morning, same exact golf club, just moments after my mom fell. In the chaos that ensued, she got away from her parents. She was coming from between some parked cars and didn’t see the car going a little too fast through the parking lot. Her older sister, C, saw what was going on and called out, as did K. Thank GOD, F heard the calls and stopped and stepped back. But even so, the bumper of that car was just inches from that little girl. Her mom, needless to say, was a nervous wreck. So was K, and so was I after he told me (I hadn’t seen this happen). A situation that could have ended up a WHOLE lot worse. But it didn’t. We had some serious angels watching over our family that morning.
- Most everyone was really supportive and nice to us. Well, everyone, really. But it’s a rather tall order for my mom. I know she can’t really help it, she has to try to give her children advice, whether it’s tactful or not. At first, when we were discussing wanting to try again or not, my mom said she thought we should just “take it easy” for a few years and if it was meant to happen, it would. Sounds an awful lot like, “just relax” doesn’t it? We tried to explain to her that I *do not ovulate*, but I think it was lost on her. But today she said the most hurtful thing. I was finishing up some last minute emailing before hitting the road, along with checking our bank balance when she said, “Are you sure you want another baby? You wouldn’t have as much time to play on the computer then.” :doh For a minute, I couldn’t even believe she said that. I tried to explain that I *want* to have something else to do than “play” on the computer, I want to have a baby to take care of more than anything. And she said, “Well, I was wondering because I know you don’t like housework.” That’s like saying I must not like oranges because she knows I don’t like apples. I told her that taking care of babies is a lot different to me than running a vaccum around. But I think I was wasting my breath. Apparently she mentioned this to K too. :sigh
- Our seventh anniversary, however, was wonderful. We made reservations at Buca di Beppo for dinner which happened to be at the same mall as the movie theater so we got tickets to see “War of the Worlds” too. Before we left the house, my parents opened a bottle of champagne to toast us with. My father poured a rather large glass for all of us and I was feeling rather tipsy after that. Then, with our dinner we ordered a glass of chianti each which of course came in HUGE glasses. So I all but stumbled into the movie theater later on. I’ve been having a lot of alcohol since last Wednesday but this was the most plastered I’ve been yet. Not that I minded, of course. ;) And the movie was great, I was glad we saw it in the theater. Even though I had creepy dreams all night involving scary lightning storms. :) But I’m glad we were able to have a good anniversary, in spite of the awful week that preceded it.
- Speaking of our anniversary, we did our gift exchange today. And we both did VERY well! I got K a great watch that he’s been wanting for nearly four years. It’s just as cool as I’d hoped it’d be and he loves it. What a great pick! And he got me something even better (I know, hard to believe! I was sure I had “Best Present” in the bag, but I guess not). A new digital camera! I complained so much about our old one over the weekend, that it planted the idea in his head. And we were past due, that camera was six years old. I’m getting used to it now, but expect to see some pics over the next couple days. Go me!
Now we’re back home and it’s back to work for me. Again, thank you all so much for all your support over the last week. I truly, truly appreciate it.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
