Reprogramming

So I arrived home from my two week vacation (which I extended by two weeks) to a house full of mess. I couldn't even believe that I had left it like that just a month ago. And even more surprising, I didn't remember leaving it a mess. I was staying in my in-laws newly acquired, barely furnished house in Florida. It was refreshing. and I guess I sort of lost myself there, the way you imagine you will when you are on vacation but never actually do. I am in the process of 'getting back to reality' and deprogramming.

Getting used to my tiny bathroom that only has one sink and no special door to shut myself away when I'm on the toilet, or just need a moment.
It was cereal for lunch when we arrived home from the airport- I couldn't remember where the bowls were.
Sifting through 237 emails... mostly junk.
Dealing with a mountain of mail... also mostly junk (can I categorize bills as junk too?)

It feels like a wave has hit me and I'm still trying to figure out which way is up. But I'll get there. I am energized, motivated and ready to tackle this adventure that I call 'everyday life'.

Right after I'm done mourning the lack of pool or beach and the 72 degree weather.

My 'Amazing' Weekend

So this past weekend my roommate Rachel from college got married. It was an amazing time full of friends who I haven't seen in too long and laughter and most importantly love.


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Ugh. I have such mixed feeling about this weekend and how it all turned out and how some people handled it but on the other hand I got to hug all over the most wonderful baby ever, spend time with girls who can make me laugh so hard I tear up and recharge a little bit.
I guess I underestimated how drained I was from just the stresses and the seclusion that typify my daily life now. I am definitely feeling more relaxed and focused going into this week. (weather that's a good thing or not, only time will tell)

It's a Wonderful Life I Lead

We have begun the process of becoming married with children. No, even though some days our lives may seem like they are right out of the soap operas I am really meaning that we are getting responsible. You know, insurance, wills, all that grown up stuff.
So far we have spoken with the life insurance guy, and met with the come-to-your-house Dr. who takes your urine and blood. I have only tuned out during babble that I don't understand once and I passed out after they took my blood but came to rather quickly. Overall I think it's been a success so far.
However, growing up is stressful and when I get stressed I start having strange dreams. Like the night we met with the insurance guy I had a dream nightmare about what life would be like if I passed. Jimmy would have to take care of the kids and in my dream they didn't get up on time for daycare. Claire dressed herself in neon green and orange leggings and a pink party dress with her 'fuzzy' shoes and knee high socks with cupcakes on them (all items she has in her wardrobe, but we don't usually wear them together). He didn't know where I kept the diapers and had no clue about how to change Nick. They ate Peanut butter sandwiches or pasta for every meal and Jimmy hadn't changed the sheets in over 4 months. (I'm not sure how I knew that...) Needless to say, life was bleak.
So I think I will stick around a little while longer, until I can train Claire to cook, and dress herself, and until Nick is potty trained, and can change the sheets by himself. It's good to be reminded they still need me. (and probably always will)