Is this really my life? Has it all come down to this?! The events of this week have been crazy, absurd, and laughable. I've found myself in the middle of moments thinking this is my life.
And I love it.
Drum roll please...a week in the life of me...
Monday-School started back. After having 2 weeks off with my family, I was having a bit of separation anxiety and was a little emotionally fragile. Rick had agreed to put up all the Christmas decorations while I was at work. When I returned home, I was amazed at his progress. Every single thing had been put away and stored. Hmmm...too good to be true. As Rick started telling me about how he had organized our decorations, he described how he had put all of our Christmas ornaments at the bottom of a very large box. As in, there were lots of heavy things on top of the ornaments. Heavy things that, over the course of a year, could break all of our ornaments into tiny little pieces, rendering us ornament-less next Christmas. I cried. I'm not joking. The thought of an ornament-less Christmas made me weep. Like a baby. Rick consoled me, "I'll go fix it right now." Of course, he's too sweet to be like, "Look woman, you are crazy and you need to get over the way Christmas ornaments are packaged." Later, I felt so stupid for being so emotional over something so trivial. I kept apologizing for my lapse in emotional stability. Rick assured me it was okay.
However, the ornaments have since been placed in new, nicely packaged boxes.
Tuesday, Wednesday- Since I've been pregnant, I crave the weirdest things. This week: the smell of dish water and the dishwasher. On Tuesday and Wednesday, you could find me with my head perched right above the lemony fumes of cleanliness. Really. I told Rick I wanted to stick my head in the dishwater because I couldn't get enough of just how good it smelled and, although he laughed, I could tell he was a tad worried. I think he thinks I'm going insane so...
I didn't stick my head in the dish water. or the dishwasher for that matter.
But I really wanted to!
Middle of the night Wednesday- Can't sleep. No surprise there. Rick gets up with me. We talk. I eat the second half bag of Lay's this week. I might mention in the the middle of the night on Monday I ate another half bag. They're just so good! Anyways, I get in the most absurd laughing fit you've ever seen! I mean I'm laughing like a jolly old man who starts laughing so hard in the middle of his own joke that he never finishes it! I couldn't even get out a sound. I was just shaking and shaking. Rick kept jokingly asking, "Are you okay?" NO, I'm not okay!! I've got the hormones of three women inside me. It's not possible to be okay. So I laughed and laughed and laughed until, all of a sudden, I started to bawl my eyes out! The biggest tears you've ever seen! I told you I've been on an emotional roller coaster! The thing is, I wasn't sad or worried or upset. I couldn't help myself so I just cried...
and then laughed...
and then cried...
and then laughed...
and then fell fast asleep.
Thursday- We're watching some show called Dance Moms. Totally ridiculous, but sometimes you need a show that utilizes absolutely no brain cells. While we're watching, GG keeps shouting, "GG do it! GG do it!" Gabriella wanted to dance. So we cheer her on as she dances and spins around the living room. Then, she starts saying, "Ta-ta! Ta-ta!" Not knowing what she wants, Rick lets her show him what she's trying to tell us. Well, she leads Rick right up to our bedroom, points to a drawer, and when she comes back downstairs has on the most beautiful lacy black bra you've ever seen! HA! She continues to dance and dance and dance. I guess she saw the girls in their costumes and decided to find a costume of her own. After she dances and dances, she looks at Rick and says, "You wear ta-ta! You wear ta-ta!" Now Rick will do a lot of things for his dear daughter, but dance around in a woman's black lace bra is not one of them. Sorry GG! Not tonight! hehehe :)
See, I told you this week has been crazy and absurd and laughable.
I'm sure you think we are the most dysfunctional bunch of weirdos! I was actually about to try and defend us, but you know what...
we are.
And I love it.
I love that in one day I can laugh and cry and find such joy in the smell of a running dishwasher and eat a bag of Lays and watch my daughter dance around in a black lace bra that she calls a ta-ta.
God, I see You in all of the crazy details of my life.
Love,
Mary
And I love it.
Drum roll please...a week in the life of me...
Monday-School started back. After having 2 weeks off with my family, I was having a bit of separation anxiety and was a little emotionally fragile. Rick had agreed to put up all the Christmas decorations while I was at work. When I returned home, I was amazed at his progress. Every single thing had been put away and stored. Hmmm...too good to be true. As Rick started telling me about how he had organized our decorations, he described how he had put all of our Christmas ornaments at the bottom of a very large box. As in, there were lots of heavy things on top of the ornaments. Heavy things that, over the course of a year, could break all of our ornaments into tiny little pieces, rendering us ornament-less next Christmas. I cried. I'm not joking. The thought of an ornament-less Christmas made me weep. Like a baby. Rick consoled me, "I'll go fix it right now." Of course, he's too sweet to be like, "Look woman, you are crazy and you need to get over the way Christmas ornaments are packaged." Later, I felt so stupid for being so emotional over something so trivial. I kept apologizing for my lapse in emotional stability. Rick assured me it was okay.
However, the ornaments have since been placed in new, nicely packaged boxes.
Tuesday, Wednesday- Since I've been pregnant, I crave the weirdest things. This week: the smell of dish water and the dishwasher. On Tuesday and Wednesday, you could find me with my head perched right above the lemony fumes of cleanliness. Really. I told Rick I wanted to stick my head in the dishwater because I couldn't get enough of just how good it smelled and, although he laughed, I could tell he was a tad worried. I think he thinks I'm going insane so...
I didn't stick my head in the dish water. or the dishwasher for that matter.
But I really wanted to!
Middle of the night Wednesday- Can't sleep. No surprise there. Rick gets up with me. We talk. I eat the second half bag of Lay's this week. I might mention in the the middle of the night on Monday I ate another half bag. They're just so good! Anyways, I get in the most absurd laughing fit you've ever seen! I mean I'm laughing like a jolly old man who starts laughing so hard in the middle of his own joke that he never finishes it! I couldn't even get out a sound. I was just shaking and shaking. Rick kept jokingly asking, "Are you okay?" NO, I'm not okay!! I've got the hormones of three women inside me. It's not possible to be okay. So I laughed and laughed and laughed until, all of a sudden, I started to bawl my eyes out! The biggest tears you've ever seen! I told you I've been on an emotional roller coaster! The thing is, I wasn't sad or worried or upset. I couldn't help myself so I just cried...
and then laughed...
and then cried...
and then laughed...
and then fell fast asleep.
Thursday- We're watching some show called Dance Moms. Totally ridiculous, but sometimes you need a show that utilizes absolutely no brain cells. While we're watching, GG keeps shouting, "GG do it! GG do it!" Gabriella wanted to dance. So we cheer her on as she dances and spins around the living room. Then, she starts saying, "Ta-ta! Ta-ta!" Not knowing what she wants, Rick lets her show him what she's trying to tell us. Well, she leads Rick right up to our bedroom, points to a drawer, and when she comes back downstairs has on the most beautiful lacy black bra you've ever seen! HA! She continues to dance and dance and dance. I guess she saw the girls in their costumes and decided to find a costume of her own. After she dances and dances, she looks at Rick and says, "You wear ta-ta! You wear ta-ta!" Now Rick will do a lot of things for his dear daughter, but dance around in a woman's black lace bra is not one of them. Sorry GG! Not tonight! hehehe :)
See, I told you this week has been crazy and absurd and laughable.
I'm sure you think we are the most dysfunctional bunch of weirdos! I was actually about to try and defend us, but you know what...
we are.
And I love it.
I love that in one day I can laugh and cry and find such joy in the smell of a running dishwasher and eat a bag of Lays and watch my daughter dance around in a black lace bra that she calls a ta-ta.
God, I see You in all of the crazy details of my life.
Love,
Mary
Funny!! And, what makes it even funnier is the fact that everyone has those moments. Some people just won't admit it!
ReplyDeleteyour life sounds adorable and amazing and hilarious and perfect. I love reading your blog, it makes me feel like I'm near to you again! :)
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