Lickity Split

This morning I was puttering in the kitchen and realized its the weekend before. Felt momentarily exasperated. In the next breath, muffin mix was coming together and there were no paper muffin holders. Exact same feeling. I thought well, thats a good sign that pre-op feeling is on par with paper muffin cup household shortage. No worries … broke into a packet of Happy Bday cupcake holder decorations to fulfill the weekend blueberry need.

Somewhere upon the course of the day, I searched in the backs of cabinets for a pressure cooker or crock pot. I added some tasty seasonings, myself, and simmered for a while. Because by the evening, we went from, meh, muffin cup shortage to lid popped off and I was firmly embedded in the ceiling texture.

Tom was trying to scrape me off the walls (he's done this before. total pro) and mentioned we're down to 72 hrs. I was standing at the time, so I took a seat. Such an impactful moment. Feeling the last 4-5 months of pressure built up and coming to bear down on me. I cannot stress enough how tired we are of the build up to this. Writing is a creative outlet for me and cheap therapy but I do question how beneficial sifting through all the poopalacha via a blog really is. Perhaps it is adding to the weight I refer to as drama I have disdain for? I so wanted to be cool and hold it together. I don't want - or have time - to be rocking in a ball somewhere, come Monday, or the remainder of this weekend. That's all there is to it. Besides, when your kid asks, "Mommy are you ok? I am going to give you the best hug I know right now" you tend to be able to pull your sad sack self together, lickity split.

So my intention was to sit down and catch you up on the week. Ready? Started the antibiotic cream up my nose. I can report that .. I don't like it, but its ok. Pinched nerve in my hip is making a come back but fitting in as much stretching as possible, is helping. Fell asleep after lunch today. Lasted about an hour. Still not used to those episodes. Mid week, scarffed down a regional favorite - the Wawa SIzzilli and a donut. Litterally was in bed for a spell thinking i got the day care bug that went around. Nope. Ate too much! Ha ha. So much using the condition as a weight loss tool.

We've been busy, busy little beavers cleaning. Tom is totally rocking it out down to window washing. I've gotten down to cleaning out my vanity of old make up. Like seriously, I know. This place is really look spiffy, thanks largely to him! But what the hell are we getting ready for? We fit in $11 beverages sitting outside in a mini urban oasis. We've fit in a day trip to Cape May and escaped with no sunburns.

By far the coolest things are folks reaching out. The phone calls catching up with old friends have been really, really nice.  BTW, did you know your smart phone actually had a TELEPHONE in it!? Totally novel. I've gotten some super funny cards making me laugh and sweet ones too. Actual paper. Totally insane. Folks have been signing up @ meal train.com or sending iron hill gift cards which is a total relief and I am so thankful my fam will be fed. And then yesterday I got a custom made card from our Boston team. Holy shit-o. I will have this thing for, forever. They nailed it. I am photoshopped to be the Bionic Women with totally brilliant copywriting quips. Gawd, they are good. Incredibly sweet gestures all ... I am drinking it in like the thirsty native Oregon fungus we all know I am.