Well, the cat’s out of the bag

Well, the cat’s out of the bag

First of all, I want somebody to tell me why the cat was in the bag. Or, maybe more importantly, how did you get the cat into the bag? Is there a special cat-bagging technique that my husband and his vet tech friends should know about? Because there seem to be a lot of cats in a lot of bags lately, and nobody really knows how they got there.

BUT ANYWAY!

Obviously, there’s been something wrong with my brain cells lately. I’m wonderingĀ about proverbial cats in proverbial bags and don’t know how to ring doorbells, but there’s a good reason for that.

Remember when I said the Mister and I have a few major projects going on that were distracting me from my regular posts?

Well, we do.

We’re having a baby.

baby announcement

šŸ˜€ Yes, yes, we are quite proud of ourselves.

I alternate between “Aww, we’re going to have a baby. I just want to hold all the babies, and I can’t wait for my baby to get here” and something that sounds a bit like

“AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH WHAT HAVE WE DONE WHAT WERE WE THINKING WHY DID WE DO THIS WE’LL NEVER HAVE ANY MONEY LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS OVER AND HOW COULD WE EVER HAVE THOUGHT THIS WOULD EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER BE A GOOD IDEAAAAAAAAAAAA…”

Yeah. There are up and down days.

But mostly good. Six months to go and I can sort of see the walls in what will be the baby’s room behind all the boxes and piles of homeless stuff that has nowhere else to live.Ā It’ll get there.

Someday.

Probably on or around October 20…..

[October??!!! Good grief what am I doing sitting here at work. There is WAAYYYYY too much to be doing to be going to work. WeĀ need to read the books, we need to buy the furniture, we need to clean the house, we need to buy a fence, we need to have a yard sale, we need to….]

Pray for us. We’re going to need it.

-The Mommy šŸ™‚

[Good gracious, somebody’s going to expect me to be their mommy??!! Shouldn’t you have to pass a test for that or something??]

 

Any Second Now…

Sunday night I told the Mister, “I just want to warn you now, there is a pretty good chance I’m going to embarrass myself at work this week.”

He, understandably, gave me an odd look and said, “Umm… why?”

It’s the week after commencement. The photos from the award ceremonies and pinnings and pre-commencement meetingsĀ are pouring in and I’m trying to get everything sorted out to be written and sent to the proper places. But am I worried about that? Nope. It’s what I do and I’m rolling with it.

So what has me sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting at every moment for a bomb to go off?

It’s the week after commencement. Which also means it’s “let’s test all the fire alarm equipment” week.

So sometime this week…. at any moment… the fire alarms in this building are going to go off. Where is the fire alarm, you ask? Directly over my desk.

I’m staring at it right now. On the wall, less than six feet to my left. Just above my head. If I’m turned toward the main part of my desk, it’s directly in my line of sight.

And at any second… it’s going to go off.

I told the Mister, “When it does go off, I’m probably going to scream, drop whatever I am holding and fall out of my chair. And possibly wet myself.”

I just hope I’m not in mid-sip of my drink. Or stapling something. Because that could end badly.

So here I sit… working on commencement photos… glancing at the innocent little box in front of my desk… waiting. And every minute that passes without an eardrum-splitting scream is another minute closer to that fateful moment.

I’m pretty sure there will be another blog post after the fact, because I doubt my coworkers will let me live my reaction down anytime soon. I might need to bring a change of clothes to work tomorrow and stash them in a filing cabinet… just in case.

It wouldn’t be the worst idea ever.

I’m just really hoping it happens on Friday, because I won’t be here on Friday and my coworkers can enjoy the ordeal by themselves.

I also feel like there is an end-of-time, judgement-day religious analogy in here somewhere…