I’ve become a lazy blogger recently. I can’t help it–the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the bike is calling my name…
I’ve also had a few important things on my calender to take care of, believe it or not. I had a follow-up doctor’s appointment yesterday, which went extremely well. Looks like the medication has put me on the fast track to sanity–the doctor was not the least bit surprised with my quick turn-around, and said that it often happens that way when one’s brain chemicals are really out of whack.
So I’m a Lexapro-popper now.
Today we will be picking Cheyenne up from camp. I haven’t heard from her all week–not even a letter! So I’m more than ready to see her. I don’t know if I can handle this again. I hope she had a good time.
Mia has enjoyed the attention while SISSAAAAY’s been gone. She’s been living it up in Cheyenne’s room, laying in Cheyenne’s cozy bed, watching Cheyenne’s Mermaid movie (Aquamarine)…But she’s certainly ready for the girl to get back home, telling me over and over that she’s going to "give sissy BIIIIG HUG!" whenever we pick her up.
I talked to my sisters this week–one’s getting married in October to a fabulous man, and the other is "taking a break" from her robotic, un-emotional boyfriend. The engaged one and I got to talking about the seperated one’s paused relationship and then it got me thinking about my own relationship with my husband. Here are a list of wonderful things he has said to me this week:
- "You have the coordination of a drunk, gimp cat." In response to my "I have the coordination of a cat." Does this man know me, or does this man know me?
- "That other baby in the resteraunt looked like a big stupid monkey." Actually, he says this about almost every baby other than his own, only sometimes he substitutes big stupid monkey with "troll", or "ugly potato"…
- "Would you like some beer to go with your tent, my princess?" This was his loving question to me an hour after I had mentioned my deepest desire to build the mother of all tents out of blankets and chairs and spend the night in it. I had forgotten the comment entirely and went to take a shower. When I got out, there he was, ready and waiting to build my dream tent and hang out with me on the floor, messed up back and all. We ate and drank and watched Fun With Dick and Jane before falling asleep in our living room-hideout. Sure, he bailed at about 5:00 a.m, but he gave it what he had.