That was tough. I've been exhausted, I started getting sick, developed a cough and some crazy fatigue, but I pressed through it and came out the other side only slightly worse for wear. Then, on Thursday, just as I was rising to the top of my giant pile of work, Emma got sick at school, and I had to miss work to stay home with her. Mother co-oped with me so I only missed one day instead of two (which my boss appreciated openly), but then on Friday, Papaw had me take him to the ER.
His heart rate had dropped perilously low and stayed there, he felt unreasonably exhausted, and couldn't catch his breath. He was convinced that it was time for him to die. Turns out they just had him on too high a dose of amiodarone, and he had to spend a couple of nights in the hospital until his doctors decided that he was safe to send home. But, this is the second time he's had this sort of heart trouble, and while he's fine now, I'm afraid that pacemaker surgery might be lurking around the corner.
Speaking of around the corner, Emma is three in 10 days, and I can hardly believe it. I swear I was just putting things together for her second birthday a couple of months ago. Last year, we had her party at the splash pad, but it's during the height of pop-warner football season, so everything was really crowded, and all of the good picnic areas and parking spots were taken. So this year, since I've put in enough work on the house to feel like it's finally worthy of company, we'll be having her party here.
In the hopes of making life easier on myself, this year instead of hand-making her invitations, I just designed the image and sent them to the printer. Dude. If you have a professional printing company in your town, and are in need of birthday invitations, I highly recommend using them. I send the image, the wording for the inside, and the font file that I wanted, told them how many I wanted (30), and when I needed them by and 12 dollars later, I had my invitations. Worth it.
What do they look like, you say? Why, like this:
|Adorable, and only slightly soul-less.|
The only problem I'm facing now is wtf to do with a room full of three year olds for 2 and a half hours.