Crash and Burn

Note left from Owen to me recently, on the garage door, on one of my (many) late nights at work (i.e., the kids were long in bed once I got home, thanks to my amazing husband): “Welcome home. I hope that work was really good. Owen”

Update from the land of Never-Dull-Moments: Since my last post, “Technical Difficulties,” things have gotten much worse because, A) my technical difficulties have not been dealt with [i.e., I have not mastered blogging via Mac at all], since, B) I’ve been trying to wrap up the most intense [work load] semester of my 10-year professing career while also trying to do what needs to be done to make Christmas [which is looming ever so closely on the horizon] happen for my family of five, and, because, most importantly, C) Friday I crashed and burned. I mean, really, crashed and burned.

It has been six months since I’ve been sick (hooray!), and while every other member of the J-M family was sick at some point this fall (boo!), I was spared. I take great pride in this given that for the 18 months prior to those past 6 I was pretty much non-stop sick. Anywhooo (ah! “Whoville”; The Grinch Who Stole Christmas!; we watched it this past weekend and I just love that Cindy-Lou-Who!)… anyway… as I was saying… I have not been sick for 6 months, but I got sick Friday. It is no coincidence that Thursday I finished my Last-Class-of-the-Semester (Graduate Social Theory; they had their presentations Thursday night and class ran FIVE hours long; no joke!), and I also finished a Huge-6-Month-Long-Project (my first time Chairing a Search Committee; OMG). I called Braydon, at 9:45pm Thursday, walking from class to my car, and told him, in a state of euphoria, that “it is done! this FLIPPIN’ semester is DONE!” He had a cosmo waiting for me upon my 10:15pm arrival home (another 14 hour work day in a looooooooooong string of them spanning September through December). I went to bed dreaming of the days ahead of Christmas prep (work, yes, but FUN work!), making Christmas crafts with Meera (all fun!), catching up with my boys (all fun!), etc. And then… I woke up Friday morning… sick as a dog. It was the classic Crash and Burn (burn, literally, as in feverish burning up achy all over and the whole nine yards).

The past few days have been tough around here. But today I dragged myself into our angelic family doctor, who promptly diagnosed me and put me on heavy duty antibiotics and things are on the up-and-up now with a prognosis for more energy in the days ahead. More energy to be Santa, more energy to fully wrap up this semester (grading! deadlines for projects! final over-scheduled week of the semester! etc!), more energy to overcome the Technical Difficulties standing in the way of my blogging.

This is all to say: things are gonna get better, people, I just know it!

However, I am way behind on blogging, and therefore, I have made an executive decision that I will not be able to finish up Adoption Week (instead, I will do more of those Adoption posts that have been clanking around in my head in January around our Adoption Day). Instead, I’ll just move forward with blogging as usual in the days to come (hopefully!).

Thank you for your patience. And, as always, thank you for reading!

Signing off, to try to get some sleep (it is, after all, 11:03pm, and I do have a sinus infection, and I do have to be up at the crack of dawn with 3 bambinos tomorrow),

Your loyal blogger,

~Heather