Is there anyone who really loves surprises? If there is, please come forward. I'd love to hear why you're a wacko. I'm kidding.... I *think* *maybe* I can understand why some people might enjoy them. For me, I hate not knowing what's going on, I hate suspense, and I hate not being in control. After my trip to Massachusetts there was an unanimous decision between all parties involved that no one will ever ever ever attempt to surprise me again. It is certain, it is more work than it worth.
My mom had told me the (not very disappointing) news that we would not be traveling to Maine on Saturday, but instead we would be homebound because she had to pick up "family" from the train station. So instead of going out of town my mother and step-father toted Marlowe and I around to friends homes, scenic Worcester ("let me take a picture of you and Marlowe there! take a picture of me and marlowe!"), and to try to buy vintage Raybans from some strangers house (don't ask). My morning was ridiculous. I was all dressed up with a cranky baby, and no where to go. After much car sickness, and the final straw: Marlowe beginning to cry, while heading to the supermarket, and finding out the train had been delayed: I had had it. My mom offered to take Marlowe and I home while she went to the station by herself. I fed a cranky and tired baby and put her down for a nap. I then took off my pretty dress, slipped into pjs and put a cranky mama down for a (very rare) nap. Then what do you know... about twenty minutes later, I wake up to a surprise standing my doorway.
(It is pretty beautiful though)
Worcester hills.
dress: anthropologie. shoes: nordstrom.
The dress was a christmas gift from my mom 2 years ago. I never got to wear it cause it was cold.... then I was pregnant. You better believe, post baby, I sucked in my gut as tight as I could to get this lovely thing on me.
I know, my mom is the prettiest.
Regardless of my surprise-hate, it turned out to be a nice and needed surprise. We went blueberry picking (M loves blueberries) (alex "yelled" at me for taking pictures), I bought a ridiculous (adorable) hat, and we went out for cocktails together for the first time in a very very long time. It was fantastic, but seriously people, don't try to surprise me again.
I now know: what you nap in is important. We should all maybe even consider wearing nice dresses to sleep, because you never know what could happen. What if Oprah starts banging on your door and breaks in or something? You most definitely don't want to look like a hot mess!
ps. My computer doesn't recognize the word "Oprah".... really?
My mom had told me the (not very disappointing) news that we would not be traveling to Maine on Saturday, but instead we would be homebound because she had to pick up "family" from the train station. So instead of going out of town my mother and step-father toted Marlowe and I around to friends homes, scenic Worcester ("let me take a picture of you and Marlowe there! take a picture of me and marlowe!"), and to try to buy vintage Raybans from some strangers house (don't ask). My morning was ridiculous. I was all dressed up with a cranky baby, and no where to go. After much car sickness, and the final straw: Marlowe beginning to cry, while heading to the supermarket, and finding out the train had been delayed: I had had it. My mom offered to take Marlowe and I home while she went to the station by herself. I fed a cranky and tired baby and put her down for a nap. I then took off my pretty dress, slipped into pjs and put a cranky mama down for a (very rare) nap. Then what do you know... about twenty minutes later, I wake up to a surprise standing my doorway.
This was my face all morning. I was not impressed. The crazy stranger Rayban lady was not home and Belmont tower is only impressive once, maybe twice.
(It is pretty beautiful though)
Worcester hills.
dress: anthropologie. shoes: nordstrom.
The dress was a christmas gift from my mom 2 years ago. I never got to wear it cause it was cold.... then I was pregnant. You better believe, post baby, I sucked in my gut as tight as I could to get this lovely thing on me.
I know, my mom is the prettiest.
So the surprise? Alex, Marlowe's father had taken about five hours worth of trains to show up in Worcester that morning. I may or may not have mentioned some of his small recent attempts to mend our situation. And even though he knows my despise for surprises, he knew this would be a pretty good way to further show me that he is sincere in his feelings. In my recent frustrations (read: do not hide things from me in order to surprise me) of not knowing what the hell was going on I had started to ignore his calls the evening and morning prior to his arrival. I was convinced and angry that he was not taking my seriously when I told him to back off because he was only bringing me insecurity. Well, I was right, he wasn't taking me seriously, but only because he knew (and my family knew) it would only be a few hours until I took him a bit more seriously when he told me to "relax" about any insecurities. Does any of this make sense? I don't know.
I now know: what you nap in is important. We should all maybe even consider wearing nice dresses to sleep, because you never know what could happen. What if Oprah starts banging on your door and breaks in or something? You most definitely don't want to look like a hot mess!
ps. My computer doesn't recognize the word "Oprah".... really?
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