Why Hello There, Murphy

My trip to visit my girlfriends was wonderful.  They surprised me with a massage, we ate sushi, we stayed up late talking, I didn't stare at the clock calculating how many hours of sleep I was losing because of how early Connor would wake up.  I was free to go on a long run, I didn't feel dependant on coffee.  I slept in.  I drank good wine, stopped and browsed in every store that called out to me, and waited until the very last hour to buy things for my kids.  I got to reexplore the girly side of myself and hear all about the fun, interesting, and lovely things my sorority sisters are up to.  It was an amazing time and I can't wait to do it again.

At Eataly in NYC where we ate good food and then got photo bombed by a bald guy

Rita's!  I was only a little bit excited...

The distinctive red capes at 230 Fifth Avenue's rooftop bar



Of course, because there is balance in the world, Murphy paid me a visit.

Sadly, Connor experienced his first high fever on Saturday night.  I got a phone call from Johnny while riding the Subway back to my friend's apartment.  Damn you, Murphy!  It was like I got too relaxed, too swept up into the freedom of the weekend and the Universe screamed out "not so fast, anxiety girl! you can't possibly go an entire 48 hours without worry".  So I worried.  I sat by the phone.  And prayed I didn't have to drive to Laguardia that night in order to beg, borrow, and steal my way onto the next flight back to Norfolk.

Thankfully, my super husband handled everything perfectly.  Connor is a sick little boy, but his dad knows not only how to be a good father, but how to be a great husband to me.  He knows my anxiety and downplayed everything for me so that I could go back to my weekend.  John has learned how to expertly navigate my worry; how to get information from me without showing his hand completely. He also knows that I needed a few days on my own.  A few days to decompress, relax, and just do "whatever girls do" as he always says.

Connor is recovering.  He has hand, foot, & mouth disease (eew) and an ear infection.  He is also teething which just makes it a trifecta of pain for the little guy.  But he is strong, his daddy took good care of him, and everything worked out.  I am thankful for my girlfriends for showing me an amazing time this weekend.  I am thankful for a husband who not only knows how to care for me, but how to care for Kate and Connor. 

I'm a lucky girl.