Wednesday, 18 April 2012
In the Meantime II
Hello dear readers,
You face-less and ever-diminishing group. You're wonderful. I really don't deserve you.
What can I say?
We've had a hard few months over here. Lots of uncertainty, lots of loss, and lately, lots of mucous.
Lots and lots and lots of orangey, yellowey, greeney mucous. Going on 18 days...
When months like this come around, and around, and around all you can do is circle the wagons and hunker down for the duration. And that usually means cutting out some activities that just add extra stress. Like blogging. Or laundry*.
We are taking turns taking care of each other, physically and mentally. As painful and annoying as these turns can be, they are also one of the best parts of being married, I think. I mean right up there with watching the luggage while you pee and being contractually obligated to clean up your mountain of snotty tissues. That 'in sickness and in health' clause is handy.
But it's not all tough. We have a better appreciation of each other as the mucous starts to diminish in color and frequency. (all together now, aaawwww or eeeeewww) And while there is still a lot of uncertainty, we are beginning to move forward despite the unknown.
This is all very vague, but some things are best left off the interwebs. We are at one of those moments in life where everything could suddenly change or it could stay exactly the same. We are hoping for change, as we quietly dread it at the same time. (And just for the record, and I hate that this is exactly where everyone goes when a married woman of a certain age talks about change but... all this talk has nothing to do with offspring. Mom, I'm looking at you.)
With that being said, or not said as the case seems to be, we could use some good vibes. So whichever way you lean, I humbly ask you to burn some sage, light some candles, say a little prayer or do a little dance and send some good energy our way.
And with that, I leave you for another undisclosed amount of time.
Cheers and much love,
*However there is still time for baking and after two over-heated hand mixers and one crying-jag over my inability to determine 'stiff peaks,' I made that monster Pavlova and it was SWEET! I mean literally, so sweet it hurt your teeth. Sadly, no photographic evidence, but trust me, it was awesome. In both size and taste.