Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy Christmas and New Year's

what an insane Christmas.

the plan:
-take it easy!
what actually happened:

So rockstar hubby's step-dad went in for knee surgery around december 16th. things were going well until the 23rd. He woke up in the middle of the night and was paralyzed from his neck down. He went to the hospital, then another hospital. We waited anxiously to hear what was going on. They thought he might have spinal meningitis blah blah. Immediately we were praying (of course) and wondering what the future would bring. Would we need to sell the house and move in together to take care of him? Would he be able to work again? Where would we move to? What would this mean? Etc.
Christmas eve morning rsh's mom called and asked if we could drive out to her house and pick up the 25lb turkey sitting in her garage and would we please host Christmas dinner? Sure we would. Then we got to spend an awesome lunch with friends of ours that we 'tricked' into having a little party so we had somewhere to go. It was a lovely time and at 3 we went to my parents. Which of course was a tad chaotic. We got home at 9, put the gaffer to bed and sat down to two and a half hours of putting together the Playmobile honkin knight's castle. We got to bed at midnight and at 7am I was in the kitchen preparing stuffing and getting the bird in the oven. After opening prezzies (my hubby is so good to me) I cooked. And cooked, and cooked and cooked. RSH's family came over and we had a lovely time eating. Well, they did. I cleaned and cooked and cleaned and washed and put things away. But it was nice.
Boxing day involved nothing. Which was kind of nice because we didn't have plans, but we sat at home doing pretty much nothing. Then RSH had to work the evening shift so I found myself wandering around aimlessly, wondering what to do. The tv won my attention.

So now, the eve on New Year's, we find ourselves with a quiet night and wine to look forward to. Step-dad has been moved home with an iv of anitbiotics which follows him around and strict instructions not to visit until next week. So today I will relish my writing time at coffee shop. If I can tear myself away from the internet...

Monday, December 22, 2008

Another reason I love Rockstar Hubby

He's building a snowfort for the gaffer and himself to play in. Right in the circle of our street.

Merry Christmas

I know.
It's been too long.
I'm actually surprised myself at how long it's been since I've been here. It's not like my life has not been interesting or challenging. It just never occured to me to blog about it. So here goes. In short form. Or point form. Some kind of form.

-I've been exhausted for about 5 weeks. The gaffer is having nightmares again. But this time he climbs out of bed and runs into my room, climbing into bed. I'm trying not to let this become a pattern. I don't want him sleeping with us. I don't sleep when he's in our bed. He moves too much. But right now, starting last night, I let him stay for an hour. And then instead of having his usual 5 nightmares, he had two. But he moved the entire time he was in bed. I'm discovering that I no longer sleep between the hours of 1-4am. It's starting to take its toll. I crave caffeine now.
-Christmas is coming! yay! Presents are wrapped, I'm going to bake a birthday cake for Jesus to bring to my parents, my brother may not show up (that's fine)and I have a lovely Christmas eve lunch with our good friends.
-I bought rockstar hubby that remote control flying helicopter. You know the one. Not the cheap 20$ one, but the 'mosquito' one where it requires 6 C batteries and a 9 volt. I bought it. I must be losing my mind. but he's going to love it.
-update on Jackson and His Great-Aunt Harriett. I don't believe in jinxing anything, but I haven't mentionned anything because I don't want to believe it to be true. Because if it doesn't happen, I know I'll be devastated (oh the pains of being a drama queen!). But an aquisitions editor for a lovely company sent me an e-mail and told me she liked the book and that it wasn't something they normally publish but she wants to see if there's room for it. She's meeting with the publishing crew after Christmas. Yes, I'm losing my mind. But the best part (apart from possibly being published) is that she wrote me the most amazing letter. She wrote that I was like 'Lemony Snickett without the gloom'. How's that for a compliment? And she said I had a unique voice...with potential. wow. Even if I don't get published, that was the nicest letter I've ever received. Yes I will be framing it.
-we're going away in four weeks. I can't wait. I just don't know where we're going yet. We're somewhat limited as it ain't that warm in Cuba and DR in January. So we've got Jamaica (muchos denaros) or Mexico. but if we fly to Mexico, that's about 5 hours of flying and I will need to be put to sleep or in first class so I don't yak all over everyone. I hate flying. Why does everywhere lovely have to be so frickin' far away? Why can't I just find a place where we will get an exclusively fabulous room with a fabulous beach with business class flying for under twelve hundred? Hm..
-might be going to Texas in February with Disaster Relief team. Am having serious doubts as to leaving gaffer alone for another week, four weeks after vacation. Is my heart worrying too much?

ok, i have to write now.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

what's in a name?

Well, it was six days late.

I'm never late.

It freaked me out completely.

I had nights of glowing pleasure as I imagined a little something growing in my belly and dreamed up names of 'Nina', 'Joon', and 'Raven'.

I had nights of waking up in terror, pleading to God not to let me be pregnant.

And now it's here.

Probably a good thing. Someone would have me put to sleep if I named my child one of those names.