Admittance to Failure.

I realize I have not blogged for several days. I have been avoiding you. I'm ashamed to admit my failure. My so-called "Vacation" was over before it even began. I'm afraid I'm not very good at keeping commitments to myself. This week has been so over-whelming and busy. So much to do. So much I should not have done. all the wrong compromises. I did get SOME spring cleaning done. not a lot. but some. and I'm feeling good about that little bit. Also, I made some new curtains for the kitchen--something I've been wanting to do for a long time. So it feels good to have that done. But, that's about it. I think I will try to take my fake personal vacation again at a later date. But I've learned a few things. I'll have to be covert about it. Not tell anyone...that it's fake at least. and I've got to follow some simple rules. No answering the phones. No answering the door. No opening the windows or doors, or going outside. I can't show any signs of actually being home. It's got to be believable.....I'm really gonna have to get sneaky.
On a lighter note, I had a great adventure yesterday. I received a call at 5:30 a.m. and jumped into the car to get to St.Marks hospital in Salt Lake as quickly as I could. You see, my sister was there--having a baby. She had asked me to come take pictures (not of anything private or yucky) of the baby BRAND new. One of my business purchases this year was a fancy new camera to use with my graphic design. I don't really know how to use it well yet, but in the meantime, I hope photoshop will help a bit. anyway, I got in the car to rush to the hospital, and wouldn't you know? I stopped for 2 trains, went through 3 construction zones, and hit nearly every red light. Thank heavens she was still pregnant when I got there. We waited in the labor and delivery room a few hours for nature and the baby to do their thing. I looked at the epidural and I shouldn't have. That is a HUGE needle, and my toes are still curled! It was weird to me to realize that even though I am a mother with kids (notice the plural) I don't know what anything in that room is. I looked around in wonder at all the tools and gadgets. And after witnessing a regular labor and delivery, I'm GLAD that I am destined to have only c-sections. The epidural is the hardest part for me....recovery is slow. (about 6 weeks) but I think its worth it just to skip the labor. "Baby Brother" as they are calling him so far, (hasn't got a real name yet) was born at 11:20 a.m. yesterday. He was 8 pounds 6 ounces and 20 inches long. he has dark hair and dimples like his daddy. I won't post any pictures because they are not mine to share. But I'm grateful to have had the experience. and just so you know, I stayed near my sisters head. She and I both were fine with me having a very limited view of her you-know-what.