Well, That Was An Experience

This post is going to be something of a “Serious Sandwich” meaning that the serious stuff is going to be surrounded by the funny, embarrassing, and generally light-hearted feeling that I try to keep within my usual posts.

On Friday night we cashed in on free babysitting again and went out to a sushi dinner.  I would like to note that sushi really doesn’t mix well with wine.  Alrighty then, so we went to a nice dinner and then brought a bottle of wine to our friends who were watching Lucas.  They were surprised at how quickly we got back and invited us in for a drink before we went home.  “One drink” turned into 4 bottles of wine that all hit me at once and I told Angel that he should probably finish his glass so that we could go because the room was starting to spin and there was a possibility that I was going to get sick, and frankly I would rather that not happen at our friend’s house or our new car.  He didn’t take me seriously.  I nearly yaked in the car on the way home, so I asked Angel to pull over and he does.  I get out of the car and realize that we’re in front of our church! I can’t throw up on the lawn of a church, there just seems like something horribly wrong with that.  I ask Angel if he couldn’t just pull one house forward because I can’t get sick in front of a church and he laughed and said, “Are you serious?! This would be EPIC.”  I make it to the house where I nearly throw up in the front yard, and barely get 2 steps into the house when I dart to the bathroom and spend the rest of the night there.  While Angel was bringing me a pillow and blanket after putting the baby to bed I tell him that this is horribly embarrassing and he tells me: “No.  ‘Embarrassing’ is that it’s only 10pm.”  Sigh.  And that is how I finally got the courage to stop nursing.

On a serous note now, last night I had an anxiety attack.  A full blown anxiety attack.  I would love to tell you what the source of it was, but I’m just as clueless.  I’m a mom, so I’m always worried about everything and don’t think that it’s anything unusual.  But at 11pm when I’m sitting in bed, hunched over with chest pains, and hyperventilating, asking Angel to Google it or take me to the hospital we came up with an anxiety attack.  He read me some of the things to calm myself down and when they started to work I think we both were a little less concerned.  For the record, true anxiety attacks feel exactly like I imagine a heart attack does.  It was terrifying.  I spent all day today in pajamas sewing and cuddling with Lucas just trying to stay as calm as a cucumber.  I don’t know how people can live like this.

And now, my usual photo montage of my adorable spawn.  I would love to also share photos of my crafting and sewing but they’re all for ladies who read this blog!  Sorry ladies, nothing to see here.

We've traded poisonous insects for  poisonous plants.  First it was poison ivy and now it's poisonous mushrooms on logs in the dog run.  I'll take scorpions any day

We’ve traded poisonous insects for poisonous plants. First it was poison ivy and now it’s poisonous mushrooms on logs in the dog run. I’ll take scorpions any day

We miss you, grandma!

We miss you, grandma!

Baby bedding custom made for my sister in law.  Hopefully it lives up to her expectations because it took hours and a few donations to Lucas' swear jar

Baby bedding custom made for my sister in law. Hopefully it lives up to her expectations because it took hours and a few donations to Lucas’ swear jar

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Morning oatmeal

Morning oatmeal

Learning how to stick his tongue out

Learning how to stick his tongue out

more morning oatmeal.  What a happy baby!!

more morning oatmeal. What a happy baby!!

Toy heaven.

Toy heaven.

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