She didn't land until after 5:30 last night. When she told me that a few weeks ago, I almost died.
"Really? I have to wait a whole day before I can go pick you up?" I asked her. "That is going to be the longest day ever. Ugh."
On halloween I asked my neighbor what she was doing Monday and Tuesday? I was going to need all the distraction I could possibly get.
Before my Madre came I had some straightening up to do around the house. You know a little vaccuming here, clean a mirror there, then cleanthekitchenputawaylaundrystraightenupupstairs. Basically clean the whole house. Things I could
Enter big ole backfire.
Monday night, my hubby and I were sitting on the couch watching some shows. I happened to look over at the hubs right as he made a terrible face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My arm hurts. My hand is tingling." He responded.
O. My. Gawd. I thought. He's having a heart attack! I thought.
"Are you having pain in your chest? What about here?" I asked quickly.
Thoughts ran through my head. What would I do without him? He can't be having a heart attack! He's too young!
"No'" he said, "it's in my shoulder. I'm not having a heart attack."
Phewww, I thought.
He and I continued to work and discuss his shoulder and arm. After a motrin we headed to bed.
HRJ woke up at 5:30 Tuesday morning. He and I were downstairs cuddling on the couch, watching Sprout when the hubs came downstairs.
"I can't move my arm," he said. "Let's go to the ER."
Turns out he was (is) having muscle spasms. My poor man is in a sling, in pain and on meds. I'm telling you this guy can't get a break.
We got home at 11 from the ER. No problem, I thought. I can whip everything out...after I get some sleep. I needed sleep. 5:30 and I are not friends.
HRJ and I went down for a nap (when are you supposed to stop sleeping when baby sleeps? Never?) at noon and woke up at two. All of a sudden I only had two hours to do everything on my list. And HRJ woke up he was in the worst mood, ever. Like so bad that he refused to eat his lunch and after I made him something he else, I made me hand feed him. Ya, cause I had time to do that! AND if he saw me stand still for more than 5 seconds he was clinging to my leg. I kept looking at the clock and all the things to do, my heart would race a little faster. But then HRJ would catch up to me and start screaming at me and I was side tracked. Needless to say, everything did not get done. Good thing it was my Madre coming and not the Queen because she would have been a tad disappointed.
At 4:15 HRJ and I headed out to go pick up my Madre from the airport. Her plane landed right on time and HRJ had remembered her by the time we got home. They haven't stopped giggling since.
So to recap. Need the day to go by fast?
Take a trip to the ER, take long nap, have a must do list of chores you've procrastinated on and the most important thing? Make sure your toddler is extra clingy! It's a sure fire method!
P.S. Tomorrow I will have a pic of my belly and our baby!!
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