This week has been a blur. A total blur. Remind me, what month are we in? I haven't spun in my own bubble of craziness so long that I've missed the Holidays, have I?
Grady spent the week in California. I spent the weekend away with girlfriends. Translation: we haven't had a face-to-face conversation yet this week and I miss my man.
I'm supposed to be with some fun college students running around the city on a video scavenger hunt this evening. Oh-so-conveniently, however, I began with body aches and chills after my weekend away with friends. So, yes, the babysitter arrived promptly at 4:00 and she greeted me in my bed as I told her I didn't need her anymore and that I was forever sorry for cancelling on her last minute. And, yes, Grady is out having fun and I'm sure I'll hear the details soon and I'll have to pretend that I'm so excited he got to go even though I didn't. And yes, I'm about to soak in a hot bath and head to bed.
No, you're not crazy - we have been here, there, and everywhere over the last few months. Yes, we may be crazy - but we're all about the experience and the memory and the family-togetherness opportunities when they come.