I always sound so drained at the beginning of these posts. I can assure you I’m as chipper as a dandy dipper! Except, let me just tell you about this week.
It was mainly Monday. Well, it started last Thursday to be exact. (cue Saved By the Bell-style vignette blur to indicate a memory) I was sitting at our neighborhood coffee shop with the bablets, enjoying a cup of lavender serenity (that’s what they call it, hahaha!) tea, when I get a text from my husband, who’s lying in his car with crippling abdominal pain, asking me if I’m experiencing any discomfort as well. Was it something he ate? Was it something I cooked? Was it the packet of flower food I accidentally put in his coffee? Just kidding!
Thursday night came and went, and he was no better. He went to the doctor immediately Friday morning, and after a jaunt through a CAT scan machine and the obligatory text to me with a photo of his bare legs under the gown (he knows this is what I require), we got the news that . . . it’s not appendicitis! Yay!
But . . .
He rests all weekend long while I’m viciously decorating the house for a holiday shoot with a local magazine on Monday, when we get a call that Monday morning. The nurse, “Hey, um, Aaron? Yeaaaah soooo it looks like you DO have acute appendicitis. You might want to come in, ohhh, now.” WAT. We’re like, completely panicking. All that fluid, just filling up in his body!? Are you kidding me? How could they GET THIS SO WRON- phone rings again. “Sorry sorry sorry! She read the report wrong! You’re ALL good. You don’t have appendicitis. Repeat, you do NOT have appendicitis. So sorry to scare you!”
Are you serious?
I’m happy to report that Aaron has felt just fine for the last five days. And he’s not dead so, he’s got that going for him.
So the holiday shoot! If you’re local, it’s for Ink magazine. More specifically, for their “At Home With . . . ” feature. They did a full family shoot, along with the interior of our tiny, cozy ranch house. Joy to the world, man. I’ll definitely linky loo you when it’s published!
I should probably never say “linky loo you” ever again.
These rocks have been my view out our front door for a few days now. It’s becoming a rocky situation. (ohhhhh) We’re giving the front of our house a major facelift with a brand new front porch, covered entryway with white posts on either side, and new curvy sidewalk! My job this week has been to research front porch pendant lights. It’s so much fun! Also, it’s not. I can’t find jack that I like. I have ridiculously super picky taste, so this is a task for Super Bev.
I have yet to figure out how to reach her, though.
Blurry babies! Every day after each nap, I’ll craaaack the door open and find them standing, just like this, bouncing bouncing bouncing, grinning grinning grinning. It makes me want 249632 more babies. There is something seriously wrong with me.
One last thing and I’ll letchew skidaddle! My newest article for What To Expect is live: 10 Things You Don’t Do Unless You’re a Mom. There are things in this article one should never, ever type.