September 18, 2017

What Would You Do?

Not too long ago, Chuck and I were sitting in the room during one of his visits. We were hanging out, just talking and he asked, "What's the first thing you're going to do when you finally get home?!"
I replied, "lay in bed." You see, our bed is my most favorite place. Our couch is ultra comfy and I can hang out there for hours, but our like floating on clouds. If I could just be on bedrest there, life would be a heck of a lot better.

A few days later I got a really strong craving for chicken wings. Like, of every kind. I want some crispy ranch. I want some buffalo ranch. Hell, I'll even take BBQ at this point. So, I changed my request for my first day home a little bit.

When I arrive home sweet home, I will order chicken wings and when they arrive I will start a bubble bath with my favorite bath bomb and place myself in the bathtub and eat a dozen chicken wings. I may cry and will probably need tissues while eating and bathing because this is bound to be emotional, but it will be my own little slice of happiness. 

Then, I plan on putting on my cozy robe, laying in bed and drinking a glass of wine...because I will no longer be pregnant. And I can do these things. I decided I won't do the wine and chicken wings and bubble bath simultaneously because things could get real ugly and I may never leave the tub.

Sitting in a hospital bed days on end...3 weeks and 5 days today, to be exact can do some funny things to you. I've got A LOT done- luckily this has given me more time to blog and research things and come up with post ideas. I'm back in my reading groove and luckily get to work remotely for my salon and spa throughout the week as well. I have a pretty big room, cards, flowers and love surrounding me and Netflix too. Life isn't too bad. But not getting to walk outside and get in my car and just drive, or snapping a picture of the sky whenever I please or feeling fresh air at any given time can really mess with your mood. 

It's hard to say that I won't ever take some things for granted. I have road rage, and will probably complain about driving again in the near future. But, fresh air, chicken wings at any time, bubble baths and my bed...I'll take you ANY day of the week. When I finally get home, I may not want to leave and that's perfectly fine with me. I have all I need inside those walls. It's all about perspective. Chicken wings is good!

Tell me...what would you do when you got home? I would love to hear it!

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