I was thinking about something to blog about today and I realized that most of the things noodling around in my head (women are like spaghetti, you know) are not positive things. Not that they are bad things, just constant to-do lists, prayer needs, frustrations, loneliness...ok, ok, I sound like I need an asylum. But, in all honesty, they are just not things to blog about...right now when I'm in a good mood.
Most importantly, Jackson's surgery yesterday went very well. He slept most of the day away and then through the night ...and all was perfecto until he got out of bed and his eye was almost completely shut. They didn't tell me it was going to look like his momma punched him! So I called the Dr this morning and they say all is well, it may even get worse (aaahhh), but as long as it doesn't looked infected we are good to go.
So, why the title? I think after 6 weeks of being home (or more) it's time to tell you about my trip to London. First, I must give my explanation of WHY I went to London...cause I know there are a lot of haters out there who can't believe I left my baby. ;)
I went to London to see my best Aussie friend. For anyone that knows the story of my life, Australia is a major, major part of it. I was a Rotary exchange student my junior year of college and spent one year living in Maitland, Australia. This not only gave me a giant travel bug, it enabled me to meet some of the most ah-maz-ing people in the world. Literally. If anyone tells you that Aussies are nice people, they are. So the 1st day of school at Maitland Grossmann High School, Mrs. Butters decides to pick a Ms. Briony Scanlon to show me around and help me make friends. Poor Briony met this shy (for the moment) American and begrudgingly took her everywhere those first couple of days. Fast forward a few years, and a little happier Briony came to the old US of A to be a bridesmaid in Brian and I's wedding. Fast forward a few more years and we made a couple of trips to Oz, traveling with Bri a lot on both vacations. And then fast forward to 2010 when little Jackson Isaiah made his appearance and Briony decided to take a year off of life and have it coincide with Jack's birth. Brilliant. So Briony came Jan 7th....and Jackson stayed "in" til Feb 1st....so Briony changed her ticket (amen) and became Nanny Auntie Briony for another month. When Briony flew on to the UK on March 6th I was devastated with a capital D. Mix in raging hormones, a baby that hates to sleep, and your best friend leaving you after two months and things are bound to get ugly. I spent the first 48 hours crying at the drop of the hat. I thought Brian was going to lose.his.mind. I'm pretty sure he thought I liked Briony more than him (hmmmm....just kidding). So when September rolled around and our finances were looking better (babies are expensive!!) I begged, kicked, and screamed for Brian to let me catch up with Bri in the UK. Ok, really all I did (which I always do) is write down a budget and a "for" argument. Men are very facts oriented. I advise all women to use this method...
Ok, ok, ok....so ticket was booked and I was going to London for a week!!! Partttyyyy!! Brian's mom agreed (before the ticket was even booked) that she would come and stay with Jackson at the house so Brian could work and still see Jack in the evenings. My mom would later agree to help out the last couple of days. Both sides of the family were very encouraging saying that I needed this time away, that Jackson wouldn't even remember, and that everything would be FINE. As it got closer to the time I started feeling MAJOR guilt. Some people's reactions when I told them were like, "What? Who is staying with Jack? Is Brian going?" Calm down. (This brings up another great topic about how little Americans travel/understand travel but that's another day). So Nov 15th came and I was "Leaving on a Jet Plane" as the song says.
I kissed the baby. I kissed the baby daddy. And off I flew.
(More to come on my next post, my fingers are tired- maybe then you'll get to find out about the Queen)
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