It’s ok and normal to take like two months off from life sometimes, right?
What did I do? Aside from sob uncontrollably, you mean? Oh. I took a lot of walks. I got a bike and rode it. I kept busy which meant stretching nap times back until my children were hysterical, and fed them fast food for days at a time. But they’re fine. We’re all fine. Or getting there, I guess. This blog isn’t supposed to be something to make you (or me) sad, so I think I’m done talking about it.
But I did other things, too.
First: I got a job. Not a real job. But it pays real money (as in, actually pays in dollars. No real money to be made, unfortunately). I’ll be working at a Mother’s Day Out program a couple of days a week. I can look out my window directly into Violet’s window, and I’m Fletcher’s teacher, so it pretty much doesn’t get any better than that. I am super apprehensive about it, but only because I am a crazy person, not because the kids won’t absolutely love it, because they will.
Second: I fed Fletcher food! The real kind, not the boob kind. Well, in addition to the boob kind. But real food. So far I think he’s a fan.
That’s a nana. We love them here. Whether edible or familial (as David’s mom is called Na-Na), we are big fans.
Third: Ok. It’s entirely possible that I did two things since I last posted. Because Christmas. Oh! Christmas!
Yeah. One of the things Ethan did was break his glasses and wear da rec specs for a week.
We went to Branson and Silver Dollar City to see the lights. It’s very pretty, but we will most definitely not go back until all babies are over five. Exhausted doesn’t begin to describe it. And that’s Fletcher in the Ergo, not a giant flower on my chest. I say so because I was asked. Twice.
And I’ll leave you with this:
The Big Riggs 