Vanilla Pudding Week

Do you have those weeks when you think, “this is not my week”, it isn’t a bad week, but you aren’t on top of your game so things tend to go just the tiniest bit awry. This is that week for me. It started with a wee bit of vomiting (yeah you did need to know that), had a bee sting in the middle, and ended on a calmer note. Nothing tragic, nothing awful, just a little bit off course, enough so at the end of the week I look back and think- “goodness gracious this has been a longish week”. So a little bit more information on the week. We started out in California, we were wrapping up a trip to visit my parents, when all of a sudden (on our last day), I got sick. Not the oh I feel a little crummy sick, the sick that feels like someone is continually punching you in the stomach, or the sick where you start having flashbacks of labor (you know the contraction part)… so that was lovely, but in reality it wasn’t so bad. Because it happened at my parents house, Brian and my parents jumped in a saved the day- mikey was well taken care of and I got to vomit in peace… or as much peace as you can get when you are sharing a bathroom with your 2 brothers, a brother’s friend, and your husband.

Now on to the bee sting. I was minding my own business when I got stung. It was in my backyard, I was wearing shoes, and I was outside just long enough to clip enough basil for my lasagna sauce (so to be conservative let’s say 3 minutes). There was instant swelling, pain, nausea (remember my reaction to mosquito bites, same principle applies here too)… by the next morning I was walking like Quasimodo (and not the Disney version). Have you tried to carry a 25lb squirming baby on your hip while dragging your hugely swollen and basically useless foot behind you- let me just say it is one attractive look! But by the time you get across the house you are saying to yourself- “Dang! I am talented!”. So there was that, followed by two nights of Benedryl (cant take it during they day when I need to watch Mikey), and today Quasimodo is mostly gone, replaced by just a slight limp.

It might sound like I am lamenting a bad week, but in reality it was a fine week. It was nice to be home, I learned that when we are gone our house returns to it’s new house smell. It was nice to sleep in my own bed, and even nicer to have Michael sleep in his own room. It was nice to return to a normal routine, to go to the grocery store and plan our what we were going to eat, and to catch up with a new friend. All in all this was a good week, not the best, not exciting, but certainly not the worst- this was a vanilla pudding week- good enough, but not something you are going to dream about, and to be honest, those are the kind of weeks I like (you know, minus the limping hunchback part).