Well, now that it's getting nigh on bedtime, I think I'll just give a quick recap* of the fun that was this weekend. We've been getting ready for Weston's surgery, and trying at the same time to distract each other so we don't think about it too much. Kind of an ironic twist of endeavors, but we've done our best, nonetheless.
YEAH RIGHT... IS ANYTHING I WRITE EVER A "QUICK RECAP?"
However, Murphy's Law is no respecter of good reasons or rationale. In fact, Murphy's Law often finds it kind of funny when you make plans, no matter how legitimate your reasons.
Yep, Murphy LOVES to pop up in your face like a psychopathic, slap-happy jack-in-the-box. I personally think Murphy is the devil. :)
As you may already be aware, Murphy already threw in his awful initial speedbump to this whole operation (no pun intended; I meant Operation Get Wessee & Everything Else Ready for Upheaval, haha.)
And you are probably more than aware of my other current limitations...
And the fact that I am doing what I can to look at them more as stepping stones than stumbling blocks.
Well what you might not know is that I am a firm believer in the universal, unavoidable Law of Attraction. That's right folks, you heard it here first: Eden believes in God, the Savior of the world, and the Law of Attraction. :) All at the same time. (I also believe in the Law of Gravity, and all the other fun laws that make up the beautiful mystery of God's plan.)
If you aren't totally familiar with the concept of the Law of Attraction, let me just give you a quickie version for now: If you are feeling yucky/less than grateful/not-so-positive, you just can't force life to bring you very happy results.
When you feel grateful and totally trusting of the Lord's timing, to the point that you can truly just smile and relax? Well, then things have a miraculous way of working out, just the way they need to.
I've seen it happen so many times, and yet? I seem to remain entirely dependent upon good ol' Murphy and his dumb Law, in order to be reminded of where my attitude needs to be.
[Anyway. My eyes are hanging heavy and we have to get up early, so I'm just gonna spit it out. This post has just been a long, drawn-out and complicated way of saying...]
This weekend my sweet, adorable little sister Aspen invited me to her house for a "pregnant lady's getaway," complete with her delicious home cooking, unlimited soaks in her garden Jacuzzi tub, and manicures, pedicures, movies, you name it. She was even watching my kids while I relaxed, since Doug was working his weekend grave shifts.
Well, I started out the day yesterday with a bad... feeling, and I think, looking back, it was a combination of three things: (1) leftover worry and resistance to faith (boo for me!); (2) physical pain mixed up with pregnancy hormones and discomfort (never a good combo, anyway); and (3) probably just plain old, bona fide gut instinct. Nope, the day just didn't feel like it was going to turn out right.
[Boy, was I ever psychic! I should have started charging money for fortunes, and betting on ball games or something. Hahaha, for anyone who doesn't know me well enough yet... I'm totally joking. Although the thought did cross my mind.]
[Just kidding again.]
[Didn't I say I was just going to spit this story out?]
Okay, the Condensed Version (even though it totally goes against my long-winded grain):
A list of things Murphy threw at us this weekend:
- Realizing my pet hamster Bronco has a UTI and since there is no vet within 100 miles who can see him on a weekend, I'd better bring him with me to make sure he gets plenty of fresh water and stays comfy.
- Arriving finally (about 5 hours late) at my sister's, only to discover that my sweet little nephew is having an allergic reaction to his first baby immunizations.
- An unforeseen lack of both infant Benadryl, and ingredients for pregnancy craving fulfillment cooking.
- An unbelievable amount of time spent at Wal-Mart, looking for the above and also just trying to get through the store while limping like a very old man.
- Getting back to Aspen's with all the stuff we needed, only to realize it was almost time for me to leave and pick up Doug so he could bring me right back on his way in to work (due to only owning one car.)
- Eating the yummiest chili ever (Thank you so much Aspy! That made it ALL worth it!) as fast as humanly possible before I unload all my stuff into the house, kiss my kids goodbye, check on Bronco one more time, and hit the road.
- Driving back home (usually a 20-minute trip) through the craziest, wettest, most slippery snowstorm I've driven through in about 10 years. With bald tires.
- Arriving home about an hour later, frazzled and terrified, after having cussed, yelled, and fought my way through some seriously scary scenarios. (Don't you love alliteration? You can work it in, anywhere. Just for fun.)
- Freaking out to hubby upon arrival that you will NOT get back into the car and he won't either if he knows what's good for him... then watching pitifully as he backs down the slalom that used to be your driveway, while you wonder if he is going to live through his next hour.
- Staying there at home all night while your kids and your hamster and your computer and your hubby are several towns away.
- Obviously, not being able to sleep a wink the whole, entire, time.
- Finally falling asleep the next morning at about 5:30 after watching the entire run of "Only Love" on Netflix and sobbing over the ending like a hormonal pregnant lady... which you are...
- And waking up at 9:00 a.m. to the sweet, sweet sounds of your entire family - both hubby and children - chattering happily as they come into the house.
- Hugging all of them like it's been a solid year apart, checking on Bronco... and then passing back out for another 6 hours straight. Or so.
So that's a "quick," condensed recap. I am so grateful that Aspen is who she is, because I know she finds the whole thing just as ridiculous and hilarious as I do... and I also know she'll be just as willing to do it all again.
Hope you all had a good weekend? What did everyone else do?