Oh life, will you ever calm the eff down?
You might have noticed that I’m still not in top blogging form. Life has been throwing a few too many distractions toward me at the moment, albeit most of them good (most of them... thank heavens).
Since Gregory and Fifty arrived three weeks ago, we’ve been busy getting settled, checking boring things off of the boring to-do list but still managing to make time to see friends and enjoy ourselves. My buddy, Gayle, (who you may remember) flew in from Seattle and then to top it off, a cousin and her two young sons arrived from Ireland to stay for a couple of weeks. Fantastic, the more the merrier I say!
It was all going swimmingly (busily, but swimmingly) until my cousin woke up in terrible pain yesterday and had to be rushed to the hospital. She’s going to be alright but she had to have emergency surgery last night, and will be in the hospital for at least the next four days. Not quite the holiday fun she had in mind I’m sure, and things around here have gone from hectic, to downright manic.
While she’s recuperating, Gregory and I will get to be pretend parents for the next week or so (it’s good practice) to a ten year old and his fourteen year old brother (Gregory is over the moon with the testosterone surge in the house). So if you happen to wonder what I’m up to the next few days while this space goes unattended, I’ll be watching sports, wiping crumbs off counters, putting toilet seats down, and picking up smelly boy socks.
Aye yai yai!
P.S. Vous me manquez.