Another weekend gone

And here we are again, back at Monday.

The weekend was slightly roller-coastery, but overall it wasn't terrible. It started out with drinks at my friend A's apartment on Friday night. I've mentioned her a couple times recently, but long story short, she was my BFF for years and the MOH in my wedding, but for the past couple years we've been out of touch. Then in November we started talking and seeing each other again, and shortly after that she got engaged. Well on Friday I was so incredibly surprised and honored to be asked to be a bridesmaid in her wedding this summer! It warms my heart to know that our friendship still means as much to her as it does to me. :)

What warmed my heart slightly less was after chatting with my friend for over five hours, I called hubs to let him know I was heading home. I felt terrible because I thought it was going to be a fairly early evening for both of us (though why I thought that I have no idea!). But there was no need to feel bad, turns out he was still at a friend's house too. And he was wasted! Apparently the two of them had gone through an entire bottle of sake the size of a wine bottle, in addition to beer. So, good wifey that I am, I picked him up and took him home. It was actually pretty funny, I don't think I've ever been around hubs when he was that drunk and I was totally sober. Needless to say, Saturday we didn't do much but sit around and watch TV while he recovered.

Unfortunately, sitting around and watching TV for 12 hours does bad things to a depressive person like me, and it didn't help that hubs got confirmation that the friend I mentioned to you on Friday is in fact pg. Ugh. Sunday morning I stayed in bed until almost 11:00, feeling sorry for myself and wondering why God hasn't answered my prayers, along with so many of yours. I guess He did answer one though, and I should count my blessings to have a hubby that would sit next to me the whole time, validating my feelings while simultaneously trying gently to pull me out of my cave. And eventually he succeeded.

Once I shook off my depression, we headed off to hubs's cousin's 13th birthday party, a Superbowl party, and dinner at my parents' house. It was a busy day and it went by way too fast. I'm so glad next weekend is a three day-er!

Thank you all for your comments on Friday, by the way. Call me a follower, but I feel a lot better knowing you don't think I'm a dummy for taking Clomid unmonitored. :)

Also, if you haven't yet, please go over to Allison's blog and give her a big hug.


Anonymous said...

Glad to see you are back in the land of the sane again, well at least for a few more days. And three cheers for the recouping hubby to pull you thru it !

God will answer your prayers, He is watching over you.


^J^ said...

I know what you mean, but I really do think God will answer all our prayers! It's the "when" part that I'm not sure about. ;)

I'm glad you were there for your drunk hubby and he was there to pull you out of your depression!! What a great pair you two make!! =)

E said...

Hehe, I have been in that situation myself. It is never planned is it? It just sort of happens. I don't know what if feels like to drink anymore.

Anonymous said...

You get to be in a wedding that sounds exciting.. Old friends always suprise you. I am sorry you were in a funk for part of the weekend. ((Hugs))