I really have found a reason...

P and I are in the midst of some pretty nasty stuff right now. Of course you all have been introduced to Mr. Lumpy. He's not terribly big, but the fact that he's here makes him an issue. I've been doing exactly what my doctor has told me to do. For me, this isn't just a big deal; this is THE big deal. I never follow doctor's orders to a T. (Is it "to a T" or "to a tee"?) But I figure a lump is worthy of being an exception to my unwritten and probably unhealthy rule.

I've been going to this lady since my 1st or 2nd year of teaching. Her office is literally around the corner from my first school and it was more a matter of convenience than anything else. I always knew I didn't want this lady to deliver my kids mainly because I didn't want my kids to be born in DeSoto County. No offense, but I'd rather them be born in Tennessee. So, I knew I was going to have to start shopping for a new doctor at some point in my life. However, my problem is that I don't feel like she's ever listened to a word I've said to her. I have told her since I started going to her office that I have a family history of breast c. (Is it weird that I don't even want to type that word?) Monday was the first time she actually heard me say it. That's when she decided that a mammogram and possibly a surgeon consult were in my future. If I was an OB and I had a patient come to my office with an unidentified lump and a family history of stuff going horribly wrong in that area, I'd be fast-tracking her to get this figured out. Even if I didn't really care one way or the other, I'd want to give the poor girl a little peace of mind. That must not be how things are done in her office. I've got to wait until March 3 to do anything else! I'm sorry, but I thought finding and identifying things like this quickly was typically helpful. I guess I'm an idiot. After talking with some ladies from work about how this doctor works, I'm completely convinced that I'm going to be finding that new doctor sooner rather than later.

I won't/can't go into a lot of details about the other issue we are dealing with right now. There are a few people who know what's going on and the rest of you, trust me. I'm withholding information to protect the innocent...and the not so innocent. But, the biggest issue is the unknown. And patience. I've got quite an issue with patience or my lack of.

Ok, enough about me wearing my complaining pants. I got to hang out with my parents for about 4 hours yesterday. That was my first time to hang out with them since before Christmas and before P breaking his jaw. My mom and I laughed until we cried and hurt. I don't even know when the last time we did that. And my dad and I got to talk like we haven't in a month. It was so good. When I left there, I felt like things were going to be okay at some point.

I've also got the best husband on the planet. I know all of you married gals might want to disagree, and you're entitled to do that. But, seriously. I passed out on the couch last night after my shower with my hair still soaking wet and a headache from the devil himself. When I woke up (in an all-out panic, mind you) still on the couch at 4 this morning, he had cleaned the entire kitchen and even run the dishwasher. He also cleaned the shower yesterday at some point. He doesn't do stuff like that all the time without me asking first. It was such a great surprise!! Plus, he's totally cool with me falling asleep laying on his lap every single night on the couch. If you want to know what my favorite part about marriage is, it's falling asleep in his lap while he watches tv every night. I imagine us doing that forever even when we have kids. We'll just have to get a bigger couch so the kids can snuggle up there with us. Our kids better like cuddling!

I know I have a much better outlook on life today than I even had yesterday. I think it's because I finally got to see sunshine. Gosh, I've missed having to wear sunglasses! Ok, I've put off grading these quizzes long enough.

But first, how much do I love this song? A lot. Duh!