Annie and I consider ourselves observers. We observe everything we can…smells, sights, people, accents, our children, personalities, and of course our favorite…idiosyncrasies (ours and others). We love to find patterns in things and anticipate things, maybe to a disagreeable fault. Over the past two years, amidst our various crazy times we have observed a pattern that is now unmistakable…it’s called The Crash. Most of you who are more intelligent than us probably already know about the crash, but I am totally amazed to see how consistent it is. Every high adrenaline/intensely stressful experience seems to be followed by the dearly beloved adrenal nose dive.
Symptoms of the crash include: hyper-sensitivity, temporary irrationality, low-energy, moodiness, magnification, weepiness, and being ridiculous.
Now before you get carried away, we’re not simply talking about what women commonly call the “baby blues”. These are only my symptoms, not Annie’s.
As of Wednesday night we had gotten over the huge surgery day, Annie’s parents headed to the airport, Haley and Darcy we’re on their way to Aunt Brookie’s wedding weekend, and it was just Annie and I with Gracie. Ahh, deep breath amidst the chaos. Needless to say Thursday morning we woke up to the The Crash and stumbled our way through the day, happy to bid it farewell.
So why do I tell you all this personal baloney? It’s not because we want to garner your sympathy and concern. Someday, when I look back at the blog I don’t want to feel like we ignored the bumps and bruises of the territory. I don’t want people who read and follow our journey to see our smiling pictures and think that we haven’t had our sketchy moments. Furthermore, when we write about the joys and celebrations I want you to be able to take them seriously as well, knowing that we have been honest about the hard parts.