Well, I have a lot to blog about but not much time to do it. For Lent I decided to give up time on the computer after Curtis gets home. I also deactivated my Facebook account. I thought I would miss it but my mind is 100% more peaceful now. Isn't that weird? My life feels much quieter.
The weekend was full of highs and lows. The first high was getting to have dinner on Friday night with the directors of our new Sunday school class. I think I failed to mention that Curtis was asked to be the venue pastor for our church's chapel service back in October. Our chapel service meets during the same time as the traditional service. The praise team leads us in worship and then we watch Pastor Gregg on the screen. Curtis does the welcome, announcements, invitation, and various prayers. And if anything goes wrong with the video feed, he has to be ready to preach. Ha! I thought it was going to happen two weeks ago but everything worked out. In order to do this we had to leave our beloved Sunday school class, which has been so hard and so sad! I really miss all my girlfriends. After a major move two years ago and now this, I confess that I've been unmotivated to get to know new people. However, we have settled in a really neat Sunday school class and are starting to make some friends. We'd heard that the directors of our class are known for hosting amazing dinners and they lived up to their great reputation. We had some twice baked potatoes that were slap-yo-mama good. This couple has two adorable daughters who were really sweet to Jackson even though his rambunctiousness was probably a bit of a shock. They're a neat family and we enjoyed getting to know them better.
On Saturday morning we went to the first birthday party of one of Annabeth's sweet church friends. They were born a couple of weeks apart and are in the nursery together pretty much any time the doors open. A wonderful breakfast was served and it made me long for my MOPS days!
After that I ran all sorts of errands to get ready for Jackson's birthday party. I nearly forgot to pick up the cake, which would have been awful!
That night, Lindsee, Missy and I went to Debra's house for dinner. We had cheesy chicken spaghetti, salad, bread, and cupcakes. Yum! We talked 100 mph until it was time to go home. It was so great!
Here's where the weekend took a turn. I woke up at about 3 a.m. and realized I'd been dreaming about not feeling well. Then I realized it wasn't just a dream. Oh dern! I had the pre-throwing up feeling! I went into the bathroom and sank against the cabinet. That's when I realized that if this feeling didn't pass on its own, I would be missing Jackson's birthday party. Bummer. Huge, big, stinky bummer! I did throw up but it did not seem as torturous as having to miss the party. I took some phenergen and pretty much knocked myself out for the next 12 hours. Curtis took the kids to church and I slept the sick away. Later I asked if Annabeth had even had a bath before church. I'd accepted that her outfit probably didn't match, but I hoped she at least smelled nice. I'll let you guess Curtis' answer.
I was really down late that afternoon when my boys left for the party, which was at a local gymnastics place. A few minutes later my mom texted me a picture of the table that she'd set up for the kids and it lifted my spirits. She and a lot of my friends who were there texted me throughout the party and filled me in the details. I knew Jackson was having the time of his life. A little while later my boys walked through the door with a big bag of unopened presents. I loved getting to be there when Jackson opened everything. He's such an enthusiastic little guy that you can't help but share his joy. Thankfully, my parents had taken lots of pictures and Curtis recorded the whole thing on our video camera. I'm so grateful. Now I almost feel like I was there.
By bedtime my body felt like I'd been hit by a truck. After Cold Case, I took a hot bath and then went to sleep. I woke up hungry and feeling much stronger. Thank You, Lord! I even had leftover pizza rolls and cake from the party for lunch.
Now I'm just praying that the rest of my family stays healthy along with the 30 other people I came into contact with over the weekend. Lord have mercy! What a bad time to be socializing! At Jackson's combined second birthday party with Ella, he had pneumonia (we found out that night). And last year Ella came down with a stomach virus on the morning of her 3rd birthday party. February's pretty brutal. I think all the red and pink and hearts and paper doilies are just there to compensate.
Stay well, y'all!