I wish I could go back in time to the blessed day when Simon and I professed our marriage vows (also known as ... our wedding day) and add the tiniest little addendum, "in sickness and in health and when Grace is on Thyrogen" because .... the Thyrogen be making me crazy. I don't really understand what it does but after my two doses over the course of 48 little hours ...
1) I sent a text to a Craigslist stranger meant for a Simon (nothing embarrassing -- just a freak out that said stranger was almost to our house and that I wasn't dressed and the big kids were screaming and the living room was a blizzard of bad word -- )
2) I got Theo all dressed and swaddled only to realize he was wearing zero diapers. Twice in a row.
3) On my way to an appointment at the hospital that I frequent so very much I found myself WAY off course, having taken a premature and very wrong exit which is odd because a breakdown of where I go when I trot onto the interstate ...
would show that the van can pretty much drive itself there by now.
4) Cried so hard while watching this movie (I've read the book! I know what happens!) that Simon heard me sniffling from the other room. I might cry over spilled oyster crackers but I generally don't cry over tragic and untimely movie deaths.
5) Teared up because I was so grateful to Hallie for texting me that Smash was available on Hulu so that I might catch up on the second season.
To say that I need to get a grip would be the understatement of all eternity. I looked up the side effects of the crazy drug on the almighty internet and "insane with a side of cry baby" wasn't listed. Weird.
Poor Simon sought refuge from Mrs. Rochester and took the kids outside so that he could shovel the driveway the other night. Fun! Freezing cold + kids prone to bolting into the street in the freezing cold. He took some pics and I felt like I was there minus the unpleasant ...
Simon said he could've taken a whole series of photos solely of Sebastian's falls face first into the snow and his futile and fruitless attempts to get up while Julia watched ...
I stayed inside with Skinny ...
which was as terrible as it looks.
Anyway, I just returned from taking my little radioactive iodine pill in preparation for Friday's scan and am hoping there are no emo side effects for the sake of Simon, our chipmunks, and you - kind readers. If there are ... I promise to blog all about it. Get your brow furrows and head shakes ready.
Thank you for your patience. Regularly scheduled slightly less nutso will return after my first eight servings of iodine. Promise.
1) I sent a text to a Craigslist stranger meant for a Simon (nothing embarrassing -- just a freak out that said stranger was almost to our house and that I wasn't dressed and the big kids were screaming and the living room was a blizzard of bad word -- )
2) I got Theo all dressed and swaddled only to realize he was wearing zero diapers. Twice in a row.
3) On my way to an appointment at the hospital that I frequent so very much I found myself WAY off course, having taken a premature and very wrong exit which is odd because a breakdown of where I go when I trot onto the interstate ...
4) Cried so hard while watching this movie (I've read the book! I know what happens!) that Simon heard me sniffling from the other room. I might cry over spilled oyster crackers but I generally don't cry over tragic and untimely movie deaths.
5) Teared up because I was so grateful to Hallie for texting me that Smash was available on Hulu so that I might catch up on the second season.
To say that I need to get a grip would be the understatement of all eternity. I looked up the side effects of the crazy drug on the almighty internet and "insane with a side of cry baby" wasn't listed. Weird.
Poor Simon sought refuge from Mrs. Rochester and took the kids outside so that he could shovel the driveway the other night. Fun! Freezing cold + kids prone to bolting into the street in the freezing cold. He took some pics and I felt like I was there minus the unpleasant ...
Simon said he could've taken a whole series of photos solely of Sebastian's falls face first into the snow and his futile and fruitless attempts to get up while Julia watched ...
I stayed inside with Skinny ...
which was as terrible as it looks.
Anyway, I just returned from taking my little radioactive iodine pill in preparation for Friday's scan and am hoping there are no emo side effects for the sake of Simon, our chipmunks, and you - kind readers. If there are ... I promise to blog all about it. Get your brow furrows and head shakes ready.
Thank you for your patience. Regularly scheduled slightly less nutso will return after my first eight servings of iodine. Promise.
Hang in there! I hope you get to feeling back to normal soon.
ReplyDeleteAnd those owl hats are adorable. You crocheted those yourself, right?
LOL I'm so sorry Grace!! For what it's worth, it makes sense for any woman to get a little nuts when any part of our endocrine system is off. It's all hormones. It makes your blog extra special ;)
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing. At least one of the side effects of Thyrogen is "great blog posts" and a little bit of "Julia with mismatched boots."
ReplyDeleteThe Brayn of Chalayn
This post is pure gold. And that last picture of Theo?!? Be still my heart.
ReplyDeleteI'm SO sorry about what you're dealing with, it sounds ROUGH...and it makes me even more amazed at your blogging ability.
OK, Theo is killing me with the cuteness!!! It's a good thing I just had a baby too or I would be getting irrationally hungry for one after that picture!!
ReplyDelete^ Posted that with the wrong account, it's really me :)
Delete*hugs* and *prayers*
ReplyDeletefeel better soon Grace...love that last picture of Theo, too cute!
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ReplyDeleteHang in there, although I have to say that I love it when your crazy hangs out. Pretty sure that Theo is the cutest baby ever and that's saying a lot since I'm sure my kids are the cutest! Lovelovelove Julia's boots! and so glad I'm not the only mom that does that. If Basher had been wearing bright pinks he and Ian could have been twins.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to start using "blizzard of 'bleep'". It explains a lot of my days...
ReplyDeleteGo Gracie! Go Gracie! With your crazy! Go Gracie! It'll be over in 48 hours dear friend. You can do this. I love your crazy! Bring it baby!!
ReplyDeletePS. "The Survival Kit" is being mailed tomorrow. Can't wait to see what you think. Hugs from VA!!
I must be out of the loop. What is going on health wise?
ReplyDeleteNever mind, looked a few posts back. Hope you get good news on Good Friday!
DeleteTheo is a badass!! :)
ReplyDeleteThe best kind of crazy is the crazy that is still really funny (in hindsight). It probably doesn't feel too great as it oozes out in forms of random outbursts of emotion, but at least you are not crazy enough to spin it into fantastic blogging material!
ReplyDeleteHang in there!!
I love the mismatched boots and picture of Bash fallen in the snow! Too funny! Hope you feel a little more sane soon.
ReplyDeleteThat is totally how my big kids play in the snow - pretty soon they just gave up and started bellyflopping in it, eating all they could reach, and then bellyflopping on an untouched portion. And yet somehow I was surprised when, after an hour of this, John Paul peed in his snow pants...
ReplyDeleteAre Julia's mismatched boots a sign of her dad's dressing her, or are you really that affected, 'cause you have impeccable style!
ReplyDeleteI have never shaken my head once while reading your blog, Grace. I *have* almost given myself whiplash from overly enthusiastic nodding.
ReplyDeleteS and J are adorable on their snow bench, and Theo is so cute I can't stand it. You know how I am lazy and like to condense my comments, so I'll also tell you how cute he was in the glasses.
I will be offering every turned-down sweet, every pre-dawn exercise session, and every toilet cleaning up for your health until your scan comes back clean.
Prayers for you the rest of the week, my friend! And that picture of Julia saying "Basher need help..."! Laugh out loud funny!! I hope Simon was laughing, too!
ReplyDeleteAt least you're radioactive. What's my excuse?
ReplyDeleteAnd, seriously though, many prayers for you, Grace!
All I have to say is that I am thrilled someone else is likely to cry of spilled oyster crackers but can usually hold it together for untimely movie deaths. And all those wine corks just make you that much more likeable. Can I come over?
ReplyDeleteHang in there! Sending lots of prayers! And like Jenna said, you have a legit excuse!
ReplyDeleteI love parents who take pictures of their children in distress before helping them. The photo of Bash faceplanting the snow cracked me up. Mismatched boots? Awesome.
ReplyDeletePraying for you...
Praying!
ReplyDeleteI totally believe in hospital brain. When I had my cancer treatments, I could drive there in my sleep -- and sometimes I would end up at the hospital when I was supposed to be somewhere else and would be really confused. Feel better!
ReplyDeleteYour blog is my favorite. Seriously.
ReplyDeleteMan I'm sorry Grace, sounds a tad rough. Don't cut up a big watermelon for your child's breakfast and let them overturn it all on to your carpet, because that will make you cry. Oh nope, hold on. That would make me cry.
ReplyDeleteIodine hormones ~ pregnant hormones?
Um, Julia's mismatched boots are the best thing I have seen all day. For real.
ReplyDeletesmash, i know nothing about this but you're not the first person i've heard talking about it recently. i should watch?
ReplyDeleteyour pie chart is hilarious.
you are just really funny and your blog is my fave so dont stop, crazy or not.
No one can rock mismatched boots like Little J! And saying mucho prayers for your scan and for what's left of your mental health afterward! My mom is taking her second dose of iodine to try and get her levels regulated once and for all so I completely (well not completely) understand the emotional toll it can have. Many blessings to you and yours, my internet friend!
ReplyDeletePrayers!! Glad it will be over soon - of course soon is relative to everyone else but you who are living through it!
ReplyDeleteIs it mean that I find Bash face down in the snow hilarious? Hope the scan goes well and that your Easter is full of salt, dairy, and carbs!! (All the best things in life, obv.)
ReplyDelete1) love Julia's mismatched boots
ReplyDelete2) today I feel like Sebastian laying in the snow (although the high here in Texas is almost 80 today)
3) a blizzard of bleep sums up most of my days (especially those at the hospital)
4) praying for a good scan
And now I've numbered the thoughts in my head...
Oh, so much to say!
ReplyDelete1) Theo - cute as always!
2) Ben literally lol'd at the Bash pictures. Poor little guy.
3) Can't leave out Julia. Her boots are killing me! And the hat!
4) Smash is my new crack.
5) Nothing makes my day like a good pie chart.
Sounds rough. But the pic of the kids...hilarious.
ReplyDeleteTake care and hang in there. Could be worse...turning 45 and the hormones are up and down. Crazy emotions going on over here...but with teens!
Ugh... Don't you just love getting side effects no one else does? And then the docs look at you funny when you try to explain... Hang in there!!!
ReplyDeleteOh no! Sounds like me and pregnancy brain. I hate that feeling of everything going bizarrely wrong/different and you have no control over it. It could always be worse but right now, your "crazy" is kind of funny ;) praying for good things to come with the rest of everything! good luck!
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