A week ago right now, I lived in a beautiful, beloved home
that I can hardly remember right now,
as I sit here in this giant, cold building I can not leave.
My biggest concerns were how I would gently remind Matt, without nagging,
that the undecorated Christmas tree still needed to be carried down to the storage room.
It was driving me crazy that it was already the end of January
and my Valentine's Day decorations were still not up.
I was far too frustrated by the final five pounds I've been battling so hard against.
The ones that simply refused to melt off my hips.
I was trying to figure out how to squeeze in a pedicure that afternoon
and still get the laundry caught up.
Worried about getting the invitations out for our Super Bowl Party.
(Who is playing again?)
And anxious to getting started right away on my next book.
Who was that girl?
I want to go back in time and warn her that her charmed life is about to be turned upside down.
That someone is about to pull out the rug...
Right now, there was bath water running into the tub.
Right now, I was walking down the hall for the pajamas.
Right now, I was thinking that I could quickly put away the laundry.
Right then, I had forgotten what was most important...
I want to shout to her, "No! Don't leave them!"
"Hurry back! They need you!"
"Stop! That will wait!"
How I wish I could turn back the clock.
Life can turn on a dime...
Right now, my biggest concern is if my baby can get enough oxygen to keep himself alive
as they try to wean him off the vent.
It is driving me crazy that it is the end of the week and we still don't have any idea what his long-term prognosis might be.
I zipped up my skinny jeans today and it wasn't nearly as exciting as I'd imagined it would be.
The motherload of poop we found in Bronson's diaper yesterday was 10x more thrilling.
Funny how perspective can change...