A Road Less Travelled

 Please understand, when I say this was a crazy week, I’m not overlooking the fact that normal is ‘only a setting on the dryer’ at the best of times. I’m not overlooking the fact that last week Theresa had just had a baby. In fact, I’m saying this week was a crazy week compared to last week.

 Now I’ll grant you, last week was chaotic, and this week is colored by my mood right now, but I’m sure I’m safe in saying that this week was at least as crazy as last week. Last week Theresa has a baby, and the whole household readjusted. This week (in chronological order) Theresa had an appendectomy, Kathey was in the hospital twice, we had a lovely Thanksgiving day at the Evans’ house, and I caught some sort of stomach bug. Edges of my conciousness not already occupied by these events were filled in with coming up with a left-brained plan for chores to substitute for Theresa’s generally right-brained plan so I could figure out what I need to do while she’s recovering, and the awareness that I am slipping farther and farther behind on my Christmas present projects.

 I’m trying to wrap this up in a few amusing sentences, but it’s just not coming. I’m afraid if I keep going much longer I’m going to lapse into complaining–not complaining that all this happened this week, you understand, but just that I did it so badly. Particularly the stomach problems, I think… Yeah, I think think that’s it. Rather than continue this post I’ll just go reprimand myself sternly for catching a stomach bug at such an inconvenient time…