saturdaying

Back to the real world. Mom's visit was the BEST. She has a way of giving me strength and courage as only a mama can, and we never have any trouble finding fun ways to kill a day. I'm so glad she was here and so sad she had to go, her visits are always too short. We also had a fun visit from the in laws and a great birthday celebration for Jodi. Until Garrett had enough of our end of dinner chit chat- "hey ladies, are you done? Cause I'm done." Gotta love 9 year olds and their lack of tact. Lots of shopping (mom's now infected by the PB Outlet addiction), lots of chatting, and just a few tears at the airport this morning.

The constant drama flow seems to have slowed to a trickle. No near death experiences, no actual death experiences, actually, the only death-related-moment of the week involved a spider and my shoe. The only additional drama of last week was an engine blowing up at a gas station and spewing scalding something or other all up and down my bare arms and legs. (No, I wasn't pumping gas naked again. Just dressing appropriately for your run of the mill 92 degree October day.) In comparison to the chaos earlier in the week, a little mystery fluid burn is nothing. Phew. Please let last week be the end of the craziness. Please let everything from here on out be puppy dogs and rainbows and strong margaritas sipped in peace. We've got a completely unventful married life weekend going on. We're Saturdaying, if you will. Leisurely morning, a bit of housework, a trip to the unbelievably exciting new neighborhood Super Target, some lawn work, and a lazy afternoon in the yard and on the couch. It's funny how "uneventful" has become the best thing ever in comparison to "all hell breaking loose all the time".

What makes me sad right now is that this miscarriage madness has tempered my formerly insatiable taste for the glossies. Fridays used to be a day of special excitement because it was "new UsWeekly and People Day!" Now, I find myself having to skip over half the damn magazines. The ridiculous coverage of celebrity pregnancies, celebrity baby showers, celebrity babies, celebrity bump watches, celebrity maternity fashion, celebrity baby names, celebrity stroller choices....augh. I'd really prefer more details on Brit's latest crotch shot or for Paris to go back to jail or something. Nicole. JLo. Christina. Halle. What IS it with Hollywood and reproducing lately? And Nicole? Really, God? You do realize she is totally unfit, right? Where's the justice in this world? Can't a girl just enjoy her junk reading without a reminder that the whole world is pregnant?

I'll close with a quote I found on the fantastic blog of a woman dealing with her own TTC issues. Perfectly put and a reminder that the present is passing and the future promises better days.

"Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are."
-Augustine of Hippo