Matt gave me two new CD's I've been wanting - J.J. Heller and Gungor. Look them up. They are both so good. And tonight, Matt took Jonah duty so my lifelong best friend, Kathryn, and I could go out to dinner. While we were gone, he set up our Christmas tree train for me. Jonah is really into trains right now, so I hope he loves it. Either that or it's going to make him scream. It's really loud.
It sounds pretty much like the perfect day, right? Almost. During Jonah's nap time I went downstairs to print out some coupons for my huge grocery trip I did yesterday afternoon (we were in there for almost an hour and a half... Jonah was AWESOME!). The UPS man came during that time and Deac started barking his head off. He really hates the UPS folks. I came running up the stairs, yelling at him to shut it before he woke Jonah up. Just as I got to the front door, my feet flew out from under me (clean floors and sock-feet don't mix) and I slammed down on my tail bone. Thankfully, the UPS guy had already turned his back, so he didn't come back. THAT would have been even more embarrassing. More embarrassing than what, you ask? More embarrassing than the fact that AS SOON AS I made contact with the floor, I totally peed my pants. (Insert eye rolling and grimaces of all friends and family members that wish I wouldn't share quite so much on the old blawg.) It's like, after birthing two children, you don't even have the option of holding it. There was no urge to pee or even a thought of "Oh no, I'm going to wet my pants." It was just, slip, boom, PEE instantaneously. Crazy phenomenon if you ask me. So there, for those of you who have missed the humor on this blog, I give you "Patrice wetting her pants." You're welcome.
I knew, because of all that we've been through these past three years, we were aging exponentially emotionally and spiritually. I did not, however, think that I was aging that fast physically too. It seems all I
Please don't forget the Depends.
