Can you believe it? Today, it’s the first day that I don’t have a babysitter since before Thanksgiving. Thirteen days, that is a long time to not be alone. I love my family and friends, but dear LORD in heaven it is going to be nice for a little time with Finn. He is as much in need of our regular routine as I am. OK, it’s only for a day and Dave will likely be home at lunch, calling every 20 minutes and/or sending my dad over to check up on me, but it’s a start.
Poor Dave told me Friday night that he would like to just leave the house without having a panic attack and rushing home because he doesn’t want to be away for more than a few minutes.
I think that is husband code for, he likes me and doesn’t want me to croak on the bathroom floor, but I could be wrong?
Saturday was a good day, my best in fact. We went out for Japanese for lunch, then I walked around Costco for approximately 25 minutes before getting winded and tired and promptly coming home and sleeping for two hours. And of course, I paid for it Sunday when I felt like I was hit by a Mack truck and basically slept all day. But back to the happy Saturday part… it was the first day I felt almost normal and for that I am grateful.
So, that’s up with me. I’ve been crawling through my reader catching up on you guys too, but why don’t you make it easier on me and just tell me in the comments what you’ve been up to. I miss talking to people who aren’t asking me what my hemoglobin count is, if I need to lie down, or if I feel ok. Are you done shopping? Is your house all ready with stockings hung by the chimney with care? Did you drink 14 martinis this weekend with your girlfriends and make an ass out of yourself? Tell me!