Oh, stop it. Just because I titled this post “Friday Morning Crappy Coffee” doesn’t mean I’m going to complain throughout the entire post.
Just a little bit of it.
So bear with me.
You know how when you’re sick you feel like crap and your face and ears hurt, you can’t breathe and all you want to do is sleep? As if that’s not bad enough, everything I eat or drink tastes like sausage. And not like that great breakfast sausage type of taste, but the kind that’s smoked and covered in plastic and sold near the gum at the checkout at Walmart.
You know what I’m talking about? Imagine putting that into your coffee and Honey Nut Cheerios. Doesn’t sound very good, does it?
It’s not. (I’m going to call my doctor today to get on a stronger antibiotic because the one I’m currently on is apparently made of air. or sausage.)
Eli is having surgery on Monday. Brian and I are packing up on Sunday and staying in a hotel in Indianapolis, we report to the hospital at 5am, his surgery is at six and we should be back home in Northwest Indiana by ten or so. (if you recall, I’m choosing not to share the details on this surgery, just know, it’s not serious and it’s probably something you have not heard of…)
Eli loves his baths, he could stay in the tub for hours.
Of course, we are anxious and Anna and Noah seem really nervous about the whole ordeal (especially that Eli will be without one of us) but this doctor is amazing. He performed a surgery on Noah when Noah was 9 months old and it was a smooth operation, could not have been a better experience. This doctor and his team are ranked #1 in the world, he is in great (incredibly handsome, angelic, dashing, strong, capable) hands.
Yes, I do have a crush on this doctor but it’s only because he’s so amazing and also, Brian has a crush on him, too. He undeniable. (and a total silver fox.)
We have a few things planned for this weekend – I hope it’s a pretty easy weekend and I hope we can sleep in and be calm for a bit. I can not believe Thanksgiving is next weekend, I am completely looking forward to the cooking, the cleaning, THE FAMILY TIME, all of it. Something about this year and Thanksgiving feels so significant to me. Maybe it’s that Elijah is here, in our arms, last year he was such a dream to us and here we have this amazing, fun, cute, squishy, loveable boy to play with and hold, maybe it’s that my entire family is stretched out across the world and if most of us can get together it’s so meaningful and wonderful.
I don’t care about the long lines, the millions of dishes to wash, the hectic schedules…
I just can’t wait for us to all be together, to bask in our gratitude, to drown ourselves in mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie and to laugh. A lot.
We started giving him solid foods and oh my gosh, he loves it!
Have a great weekend!