I'm going to fill you in on the past week, but I'm going to do so in a messy, non paragraphed, or maybe not even full sentenced kind of way. I'm far too tired, emotional, and hormonal to try and comprise anything that actually makes sense. Sounds awesome right? Here goes..
Nashville. Great food, fun, company. Lots of sleep, hand holding, movie watching and quiet time in the car. I was extremely proud of myself for not even crying once. Even though I did ask to come home a day early. Oh wait, crap. I did cry at the Grand Ole Opry. I'm such a sucker, I mean they sang Amazing Grace. It was beautiful. I ate so much that any hope of seeing my ABs in the next 6 weeks is gone. But you know what? The fried pickles. Worth. It.
Last Sunday Night, imagine this. Getting dolled up and ready to put the smack down on a seafood dinner for our last nighton vacation. Enter stage right, me, deciding to jump on the bed. Lets take pictures. Okay, now do the splits. Zac your turn. Zac- "AHhhhhh!! I broke my leg. I'm not kidding". Me-"What?" *runs two complete circles around hotel room*, calls 911, hangs up and calls again.
Skip ahead to today. Zac is getting surgery on Monday and will be out for no kidding, like 4 months. Any one remember Adam Sandler singing "Somebody KILL me Pleeeaaasee" The kids I can only describe as alien children since our arrival back home. They do stop crying every once and a while to yell "NO" or throw something. Did I really ask to come home early!?
The week after vacation has to be the weirdest and most annoying week ever! Shouldn't there be a buffer zone or something before you re enter reality? I mean, after I ripped out the back of my favorite capris yesterday and spent 250 on school books, I was about to sneak one of my husbands pain pills and call it a night.
The Bad- Husband broke ankle, kids are insane!, we are never moving out of our inlaws, money is tiiiiiight, and am I actually gaining weight?
The Good- I have a husband, he has an ankle, We have kids, We have amazing parents, God provides all the money we NEED, and who cares about my size 10 butt?...
I cant even wait to share the stories of the next 10 weeks of post surgery madness. The fact that Zac is one of the most dangerous men I have EVER seen on crutches will aid in the comedy of my entries. Things he has tripped on already.. Ragady Ann, Andy, a toy syringe, a door frame..
Thank you for all your prayers, truly.