If you had told me three years ago that I would be wearing white denim after Labor Day, I would have laughed in your face. Wearing white after Labor Day goes against everything we learned in Southern Style 101. It was practically beaten into my head growing up. But I've got good news for all of you rebels out there.
This weekend was interesting for me because the husband is on an internal medicine (IM for future reference) where he's working with the residents that he may end up working with for the next three years-- that is if the stars align and he matches with the IM residency program in our hometown. That's how it ends up working out in my perfect world, after all.
I am going to preface this with a disclaimer. This is not going to be a very upbeat post. I have really been struggling this week. It may not look like it from the outside (which is exactly how I like things), but I've been having a rough time missing James. The picture above was taken at the zoo one week before James was stillborn at 20 weeks.
Does anyone else feel like this week is never. Going. To. End. We have had two major meltdowns at two different shopping establishments on two different days already this week. MOM LYFE. First one happened at Publix. And I mostly blame myself for it because I should've planned better. In case you're wondering, it's probably not a good idea to wait until you are completely out of everything on the Monday night after Thanksgiving weekend to take your temperamental two-year-old grocery shopping. If you do decide to do venture out with him, please be prepared for all of the cool race car shopping buggies to be taken. The picture below is the buggy we were stuck with, and he rode like that the whole time. Did I mention he was crying? Because he was. And I forgot my list, so there was that. This was not our most efficient shopping trip, but it also wasn't as bad as Tuesday's.
Yes I know it's Tuesday, and in the future, this will be posted on Monday. Totally fell asleep before I could find all the links. So I really hate Mondays. Loathe them actually. I feel like no matter how much or how little I have going on, I'm never really prepared for the beginning of a new week. First world problems, I know.