Saturday, May 30, 2009

Mommy needs a nap. Or a drink.

It has been a rough week.

One that brought a new, slightly scary diagnosis for one of my kids. It isn't necessarily life threatening, although uncontrolled could put her in danger, but it is something that will require constant monitoring and medication for the rest of her life. Mostly it is overwhelming.

This week also became the week my wedding dress was ruined. I couldn't quite place why I was no longer liking it at the fittings. Had I changed my mind? Did I want a different style because we had changed the wedding venue and size. Was it, as my mom suggested, something to do with the alterations? The answer would end up being, it was the alterations.

With the school year coming to a close, a multiple activities at the school, Jill's birthday party this weekend, two appointments next week, meeting with our officiant, dress shopping, and Emmi's dental surgery in two weeks I am slightly frantic.

Surprisingly, I have only cried once....this much in thanks to my friends Sheri (who has listened to me with every single discovery, questions, and oh my God moment I have had the past two weeks... OH HOW I LOVE YOU!) and Anita (who rushed over yesterday during the dress debacle with stories of noodles and dumping wedding dresses in the front yard to make me laugh instead of cry....THANK YOU MY LOVE!). You two are the best friends ever!


Gin said...

I can comiserate with the Rough Week thing, though (blessedly), mine has not included anything re: my family's health. So, for what it's worth, you win, ha. :)

Hope you get a much-needed margarita and/or nap soon!

Sheri said...

The best thing is that it is totally a reciprical thing. Thanks for always being there for me.


Mrs. Toro said...

oh no! are the girls ok?! it does sound like you're having a rough week...wish we lived closer...I'd take you out for a liquid lunch! =)

I am Trish Marie said...

Aimee...I think it is about time for that meet up! Tuesday maybe?? I will email you!

Gin, hey, at least I won something!

Sheri, I am about to need to call you again. Four screaming eight year olds. What the hell was I thinking? Not even the alcohol helps.

Mrs. Toro said...

Did you email me? Cus if ya did..I didn't get it. ;) I have plans Tuesday. =( Wednesday?