In one week I have:
- Planned, prepared, and executed a late, joint birthday party for the girls.
- Shopped for and planted 2 big mums, 6 small junipers (Only $8 each! Fall clearance time rocks!), and 1 large-ish maple (Only $25! And it's as tall as I am! Woohoo!)
- Painted the girls' bedroom blue (top 2/3) and green (bottom 1/3) - Annika selected the colors (and I am so proud of her for deciding against pink) because she wanted her bedroom to be an "outdoor place." So, the blue is supposed to be the sky, etc.
- Created a new reading nook in the girls' room, complete with egg chairs and a butterfly-festooned canopy.
- Drove with the girls to Rockford for an overnight visit of fun!fun!fun! with the Martins
- Been bitten for the first time (Frankie decided that a half-chewed carrot just had to stay in her mouth, even though she was half-asleep, and never mind the choking hazard thank you very much.)
- Helped one child wipe her bottom in a gas station toilet while simultaneously holding the other child asleep on my shoulder (nice timing, Anni!)
- Had near heart-attack when Annika started crying and spit out suspicious looking black bits out of her mouth. For those not in the medical know, vomiting that includes specks that look like coffee grounds can be a sign of a variceal bleed (that's what Annika had in Dallas). Luckily, quick-thinking Jennifer (of Martin Girls fame) figured out that she was spitting out the granules of Quik that had not dissolved in her milk. After observing my hair turn gray before her eyes, Jennifer has decided not to serve any more Quik to Annika.
- Replanted evergreens blown out of the ground by this weekend's huge storm. (Have you ever seen the Lillian Gish movie The Wind? I think I must have seen the original dark ending version at my sister and brother-in-law's house because I remember her going crazy in the end. And I totally get it. It's like living in a wind tunnel here.)
Here we are, just 3 weeks away from Annika's Big Surgery. I've got all sorts of nervous energy moving my limbs this way and that with various projects and meanwhile it seems my mind is shutting down. At least, sentences aren't forming the way they should for me. This feeling reminds me of the whole nesting thing before giving birth. There is anticipation, of course, great and lovely anticipation, but also a sort of dread at facing the unknown and wondering if you'll be up to it. There's the same sort of mixture for me now. And the feeling that if only my linen closet were better organized then I would surely be ready. Thus, the home improvement projects.
But of course we are still having fun. "How much?" you ask. Well, about this much