Everywhere that Tommy goes becomes the hottest place in America.
He left the desert for Michigan because he HATES the heat (well, among other reasons. A
dilapidated shanty house with no mortgage being one of them. But I digress.) and now it has been one of the hottest, driest Junes ever recorded in the history of the Mitten AND IT IS EVIL AND NO GOOD AND VERY BAD. And all of y'all in those southern states who are saying "100 degrees is nothing!" let me remind you that we ALSO have a real winter.
So seriously. 100 degrees in JUNE in MICHIGAN is really beyond the scope of what we should be expected to contend with. I declare it to be true.
(2)Oh yes I did just spend a whole take griping about the weather. Because guess what? By dinner time yesterday it was 79 degrees in the house and we couldn't get it any cooler and I am a sweating postpartum blob of sweat and postpartumyness with my swollen face and legs and arms and water retaining eyeballs of swollen postpartum messiness AND IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY AND I WAS HOT. That's why.
But do you know what made it all better? This. This delicious nugget of hilarity:
This was drawn by the talented Heather Cushman-Dowdee whose website you must visit HERE. Gosh I truly laughed so hard I cried. But that's maybe also the hormones talkin'. I don't know....
Sometimes, if you're the 5th kid and you have 3 older sisters, you're gonna get a pink flower stuck on your head over a pink hat while wearing pink jammies that have a huge pink collar.
And your mom is not even gonna come to your rescue but will instead chirp from her perch on the glider "Hey, don't scratch the lens on the camera, dude."
But you know what's made this otherwise bumpy recovery (more deets on that during/after full birth story. You've been warned) possible and even enjoyable, if you can imagine such a thing? Generous, kind, fantastical friends.
Like my friend V., who doesn't have a blog, but does have a 7 month pregnant belly. And was she afraid to take all 4 of my big kids and her 2 exterior children for a day of fun when I had the baby? And bring us back dinner? And bring us fresh fruit 2 days later? That would be a big fat n-o. Lovely, brave, always smiling woman that she is.
Or my friend A. (I think she blogs anonymously, so you may not have the joy of knowing her real name. Bwahahahahahaha!) who blogs at Simple Hidden Life, who came over countless times before and has come over countless times since to entertain my children with her children and make me tea and cook for me and tell me to sit down and put my feet up. She and her family just moved to SW Michigan, and through the magical, mystical world of the Catholic mommy blogosphere, we have become great friends and now share a parish and an area code.
Or the Onderlindes, who own Forget me not Landscape in Kalamazoo. Fellow homeschooling family, parish friends, generous, funny, all around good people. They brought us food. They brought us BEER. If I called them right now, they'd bring us a car to borrow. True story, friends. True story.
Which is to say that I am so blessed and grateful and humbled and 3 years ago could never have imagined the incredible twists and turns our lives would take before the day I turned 32.
And tomorrow is our 12th wedding anniversary.