Sunday, November 21, 2010

The ChronicWHATcles of Narnia Have Nothing to Do With This Post

But it has been a "Lazy Sunday."


Well, its official. My Jeffy is a member of the National Guard.
He leaves for Basic Training on January 19 and won't be back until March 30.
I'm still very nervous about going through those ten weeks without him. I'm also bummed he'll miss mine and Caderyn's birthdays. I'm a huge B-day fan. My birthday is MY special day (same with Caderyn). When Jeff told me how long he was going to be gone a little voice inside me squeaked, "But who will help me celebrate my birthday?" Insert sad, frowny face here.
Ok. Done being selfish.
I am so proud of Jeff. I'm proud of his determination and courage to take this next step in our lives.
Bear with me January 19-March 30. I might go slightly crazy from being a single parent, stress, or loneliness.
I might also just become a recluse with Caderyn and never leave the house. I do I so like indenting my body groove into the couch on a Friday night. It's funny to think that three or four years ago the concept of staying in on a Friday night was unfathomable. It was all about going out and socializing and drinking and dancing. I still like to socialize and dance (whee!). Drinking's okay...I rarely do it anymore. But now if I had to choose between going out or staying in I'd probably choose to stay in. I can also use Caderyn as leverage in this argument because that little man wakes up at 6:00 a.m. rain or shine. So would I rather bury myself into the couch and fall asleep by 10:00 p.m. so that I can get a blissful 8 or 9 hours of sleep OR would I rather get all gussied up and go out until the wee hours of the morning. Barely sleep and then zombie-stumble through the day. Not fun for me. Not fun for Caderyn. Wow. I went off on a very random tangent here.
Must be from lack of sleep.
Caderyn's still struggling to breathe. We emergency called the medical supply company at 6:00 a.m this morning to get Caderyn's nebulizer and inhaler ASAP. Hopefully these will help because that poor little boy is struggling to catch his breath and can't stop coughing. Oye. I worry about that guy. He's unfazed, running all over the house and climbing all over the furniture. He loves showing off and pushing his trucks as fast as he can across the dining room. He's such a trooper.

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