Helpless!

I just got two e-mails (thank you Heather & Lene) that a dear friend is in labor and about to deliver her third child on my recently departed Caribbean island.  I sit here back in the USA feeling helpless.  I can’t grab her two older wee ones or make her a meal or straighten her house while she’s in the hospital or anything.  AHH!  I was asked if I miss that dear little island and the answer is YES!  Who would have thunk it!?!  The location is not what I miss but my dear friends, the backbone of the community, the safety & security, the closeness, the welcome arms and hearts of so many.  Don’t get me wrong.  There are MANY perks of living CONUS; shopping, mobility, choices, freedom.  But back on that little island you had community, a 1950’s Mayberry in modern times.  I’ve been back in the land of plenty for 5 weeks now.  I can’t tell you the names of my neighbors or the other kids in my girls class or their parents names.  I wouldn’t recognize any of them if we passed in the grocery store or on the boardwalk.  No…I don’t want to go back to the island but I will always treasure what it was when I was there.  I will always have fond memories of the people that made our adventure such a happy time.  I plan to take them all with me to my adventures to come.  And I am so excited a new arrival is on it’s way.  Last year, this exact day, I was in labor in the exact hospital, most likely in the exact room, with Mr. Max.  I had to wait another full day to meet him though.  Hopefully Stephanie goes more quickly.  Push!  Push!  Push! but with baby #3 it’s more like Sneeze!

Lene made me do it!

So this is my first blog.  For some reason I have the profound urge to wrote “booger”.  there I did it.

Okay…my day so far.  Wake up at 5:30am.  Why on Earth does my wee man like to get up at 5:30am?  Isn’t that insane?  He’s not even a year old and that dumb internal clock of his is alrady in motion.  He wakes up the entire family before the alarm clock even has a chance to do it’s job.  The alarm clock union will file a grievance if this continues.  grr.  When we get up that early I have to sit around and wait for places to open.  That is so not like me.  Wait for someone else?  ha!  I’m usually the one that’s late or slacking.  Thus my day begins by waiting for the window place to open, the electrical inspector is get to his office, my sister to wake up with her two year old who sleeps to 9AM (that’s so unkind!), city hall to open, and here I sit still in my PJ’s.  oops.  I guess I could have showered. 

Please drop me a ideas on how this whole booggering, I mean blogging thing works.  Wordless Wednesday?  13 on what day?  This fatty needs the skinny.

ta-ta for now…