Murphy's Law says this: if something CAN go wrong, it will. And I personally feel that my life in the past year is an obvious example of that. So much so that it is now humorous.
If I ever get a tattoo, it's going to say something like "Murphy can bite me!"
So while I had great intentions of writing a bunch of blogs this week and sharing photos of my wigs (yes, I have two)... murphy had other ideas.
And I got sick. Like didn't go to work sick. Which basically means I was almost dead. OK, so maybe dead is an overexaggeration, but I felt like poo.
I lost my voice completely. And, just for the record, do you have any idea how difficult it is to reprimand a 2 year old in a whisper?!?! Seriously. For like the hour each day that I was out of bed and taking care of Caleb, he completely ignored me. Or thought that the whispering was a game and would whisper everything back (which was really cute actually).
And on top of the loss of voice, my head hurt and my body hurt and I was all stuffy and snot was everywhere... and I was a whiney mess. And I actually napped!!!! I pretty much never nap. I don't think I've taken a nap since AC (and prior to chemo, my last nap was in the weeks after giving birth).
But basically, I turned into a big, whiney, crabby baby. I usually hold it together a little better and "tough it out". But this time around I just let myself be cared for. Because I could. My husband was home and I could lay back and be cared for without any guilt of inconveniencing anyone. What bliss!
So I promise to write those blogs soon because I know a few people are DYING to see my wigs (aka Julie). But as a teaser, I will leave you with two photos.
First, here is a picture of the wig I got. But mine is in a dark brown. And I got it cut shorter.