I almost didn’t make it back to blogging. I was this close to having a mental breakdown and going all “yellow wallpaper” on everybody.
On Friday, after four days at the beach, I got the phone call I was waiting for; lab results! But when our pediatrician nonchalantly announced that none of the samples were tested for Cyclosporiasis, and thus, were collected in vain, my knees started to wobble. Some sincere apologies were expressed before he concluded our conversation with, “Keep watching them for symptoms and if any come back, you can just collect more samples and we’ll run the correct test at that time.” Immediately, my jaw and eyeballs were on the floor and my gut ached like I’d been sucker punched.
Collect more samples??? Like filling almost twenty vials wasn’t the most repulsive thing I’ve ever done in my entire life??
And the lift on our van broke and can’t be fixed until Wednesday.
So I apologize for not blogging through the weekend. I had really hoped to share more sunny beach shenanigans but it was all I could do to not kill every living thing around me in my rage.
Saturday, I set aside my frustrations, reminded Edie that she was no longer required to alert me to every bowel movement, and went to a wedding.
You know I love making a fool of myself at a wedding, and I had a fabulous vintage dress I scored for $7 at Goodwill I was excited to premiere. Plus, hours of time alone with my husband and some of our closest friends was just the remedy for the poop vial blues.
I couldn’t zip the dress up in the Goodwill changing room, but I thought, with a little help at home, it will be fine. And with Tony’s help, I did get the zipper up, but I wasn’t able to take a deep breath all night since the dress was like a tourniquet around my rib cage.
Today, I’m savoring the memories of yesterday’s fun, but feeling worn out from my Flo Rida fueled dance moves, and intimidated by upcoming responsibilities. (Which might inspire another whole post if I feel like spreading around the anxiety.) Thankfully, August is not over-scheduled. I feel like we have plenty of time to get back into a routine without the pressures of school, enjoy the beautiful weather and hopefully not relapse into sickness. At least, not until after the bathroom remodel is finished. Plus, I’ve got a big announcement coming this week. It’s not a pregnancy or book deal so calm down. But I’m still excited, so stay tuned.
I knew there was no way I was going to look half as good this morning as I did last night so, I went with comfort.
Skirt: No idea. It’s at least ten years old.
Bracelet: Burlington Coat Factory
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