Wednesday, September 28, 2011

so i had a lovely morning

This morning Jerry had wrist surgery to get a cyst removed. Roman had his first sleepover so that we could wake up at 5am and go without throwing off a little boy's schedule. Aside from a few minor twinges of sadness at night between the time we dropped him off and the time we went to bed, Mama did pretty well. ;)

Once we had arrived at doctor's office, Jerr was taken back and I found myself with three and a half hours to kill. I can't remember the last time I had that much alone time with nothing to do!!! It was glorious. I found a great little coffee stand that is a little tiki bar at night but transforms into a coffee bar during the morning/daytime, ordered a large (half-caf) mocha, nestled into this really comfy couch with my feet propped up on the coffee table, and read a book. And I finished a book. Not the first since being a mom, by any means, but the first in a month or two. So while my darling husband was put under with some magical drugs-he was told it would make him feel like he had a few drinks but upon waking he informed me it was more like drinking the whole keg-I spent several hours in the perfectly-comfortable-but-not-too-warm-yet Hawaii morning, outside, with the local news playing in the background.

I don't need any more family members to have surgery but if someone needs a chauffeur to take a loved one for their surgery, you just let me know. I have just the book for it... xoxo

Today's outfit is not pictured because....well....there were no mirrors where I could use the reflection of myself that wouldn't cause concern from the general public and result in possible public arrest/personal mortification. But it was black leggings: Victoria's Secret, boots: Uggs, green "beater" tank: Old Navy, and black cowl neck sweatshirt: Target

1 comment:

  1. That sound blissful. I honestly wouldn't know what to do with myself...probably find a mom with a baby or toddler and ask her if I can help. Because that's all I know how to do nowadays. Sigh. I keep telling Josh that if we don't get a sitter at least once or twice a month I'm going to end up with the WORST empty nester's syndrom when they all movea away to college.