Back In The Flow

In light of the last two posts, I am having a good laugh at myself. Mid-day on Saturday I went and did a post about how much I was missing my family and how I couldn’t wait to get back to them. Hours later? I’m asking you to help me win a contest that’s going to fly me to Chicago. So you’re probably thinking, “She must be crazy!”

Yes. Yes, I am. And maybe just a little hormonal.

I spent the first part of my weekend away swinging between two ends of my emotional spectrum. I’d spend a little while wallowing in the worries of, “What if something happens to me? Or to them? And we never see each other again? *sob* and before I knew it I would be thinking thoughts along the lines of, “Shopping for a little girl is so. much. FUN! Wheeeeeeee!!!”

I had talked to Matthew and the kids while on my lunch break on Saturday and was back at the weepy end of the spectrum. I did what I normally do; thanked God for my great family and then poured my feelings onto this site. After hitting the Publish button, I thought I should go to the bathroom to compose myself and, um, go to the bathroom.

Aha! Physical evidence of my inner raging hormones. My crazy emotions? Made perfect sense now. Lucky for me I’m a bit of an over-planner slash over packer (my suit case was packed FULL before I left home). One of the “what-if” scenarios that ran through my head while packing resulted in me putting a couple of products in my purse that came in quite handy at that particular moment in time. Phew! Disaster averted.

On Friday night I had the extreme pleasure of finally meeting Kristin and her sweet little boy Nolan. You may remember Kristin from the days when she had her personal blog called Tall N’ Lucky. She stopped writing on her personal site thanks to some creepy Internets (Boo! Hiss!), but she still writes for ParentDish. She told me about the Scrapblog contest and told me to enter. After having such a great experience meeting her, I would be besides myself with glee to meet other great Internet friends who are also going. Could you imagine?

My Dad and his lady friend Gail took me for a nice supper (and visit!) at the Hotel Vancouver on Saturday night. Once I was back in my room I checked out the deets on the Scrapblog contest. I did up my page and then asked you to click on it. Then sweet SAJ told me she was going to do a post to help me out and went and whipped up that graphic in, like, ten minutes. She’s magical like that.

It’s not a contest where she with the most views wins, but each and every view gives me an entry into the contest. Each click increases my odds, and it doesn’t cost a thing. Keep clicking, you fantastic clickety-clickers!

(Edited to add a big thanks to Leah for promoting the clicking. Amanda too (who I’ll be bringing if I win). Here’s hoping this works!)  

I got home last night before the kids were in bed, and that was all I had aimed for. The drive took over four hours. That, combined with three nights of poor sleep (hotel room, no Honey to cuddle with) made for a sleepy Mommy today. I’ve also been running full-tilt for seven weeks straight. Now that work has come to a dead stop, my body decided to do the same. Honey was great and sent me for a nap when he took his lunch break, so I was a little more coherent this afternoon.

Please excuse the upcoming onslaught of photos. I was not only away from my family this weekend; I had left my SLR behind (one less thing to be stolen in the big city). Now that I am reunited with both my kids and my camera…I went a little nuts. I’d put in a “more” tag, but then my Mom wouldn’t know what to do and wouldn’t get to see her grandbabies.

The start of the day was cloudy, but that didn’t stop the boys from going outside to test out the bubble guns I bought them on my trip. The guns sure suck battery power, but at least I’m not light-headed from blowing into the bubble wand a million times in a row.

Kids and bubbles. Hours of entertainment.

Here’s where I caught the dudes through the window while they were having a snack break.

I tried some of Miss Emily’s many new clothes on her. In case you can’t read the shirt, it says “Way sweeter than chocolate”

That pretty much sums her up.

So. I’m finally done working (for pay) and can “just” be a Mom. Day One has been pretty swell…I could get used to this. Anyone have a million bucks they want to give me?

No? OK. How about a click, then?

And comments are (of course) always welcome.