is my crazy showing?

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.