Another Week of Survival

This week was a week of survival. I survived the pinched nerve in my back (which does seem to be slowly getting better, thanks for asking!), I survived an unexpected day of work with a 10 month old in tow, and I survived sorting through my clothes.

The day of work was unexpected. Hubby was getting ready to leave for his evening shift (one of the short ones!) when we spontaneously decided that we were going to lug the entire family with him. (Yay for a job where we can do this every-so-often.) This was precipitated by the fact that the previously mentioned 10 month old was not about to let her daddy leave if she had anything to do about it. The clinging and slight fussing, combined with us wanting her to have some not so scheduled days, led to me rushing around and getting everything needed ready for the next 7-8 hours, including nap and bedtime, in about 10 minutes. (For those who don’t know, I am on the pay roll at the company because I used to fill in for hubby and run the lighting for the shows when he was unable to make it. Now that he has been promoted to engineer my brother-in-law has the lighting job J) On to the story…when we got there the aforementioned brother-in-law realized that he would be able to make it to a church rehearsal he had been planning on missing if I worked for him. Therefore, I worked, hubby babysat the kiddo in the other room when not busy fixing the things that went wrong, (in which case I held the kiddo on my lap and had to keep her from messing with the lighting board and throwing everything into chaos), and I worked. All of this to say that she did really well! She took a nap in the other room and even went to bed when we put her down. I was a little surprised and greatly pleased J

The next survival technique learned this week was clothes sorting. You know what I mean, what every woman dreads, having to put on clothes you have owned for years, the hope that things fit, the utter disappointment when they don’t, and the joy when unexpected ones do. Yeah. To start it all off I told hubby that there is a rule: when a woman has to try on all of her clothes she has to eat ice cream first, that way she knows for sure that they fit in all situations. J He didn’t believe me, so he called his aunt to verify my claim. She did not remember this rule L But she worked diligently to convince him that it was a great idea!! J End result: I got ice cream!! I also ended up getting rid of fewer clothes than I thought, and realizing that I fit things I thought I didn’t! Apparently having a baby was good for me (minus the aches, pains, stretch marks, and tummy pudge that did not exist before). Based on how things fit me before being pregnant: my thighs are actually smaller…which totally shocked me, my waist is about the same, and my chest…well, I’m still breastfeeding so we will leave it at that J The point being that things fit! Things that I didn’t wear before I was pregnant fit! I was pleasantly surprised…we shall see what happens after 2 or 3 kids…

Here ends the week of survival. We shall see what I survive next week…