normalcy

Something funny happened today — I thought to myself: Gee, it’s a good thing we have a surro-thing to do today so at least something feels normal. In its own context, and because of my own exhaustion, I find it pretty amusing that I took some small comfort in our surrogacy journey as being a source of stability. Pre-pregnancy was anything but reliable. Pregnancies with my best girl, though? Yawn. Regular as Raisin Bran.

This happened (referring to surrogacy as the ‘quiet usual’) because life in our tiny corner of everything has been nothing short of whelmingly chaotic; not over- or underwhelming, just whelming. We walked in from a 24 hour road trip back from vacation to this:

Not ideal. A toilet leak upstairs made a real mess of our kitchen ceiling so we had to call water event mitigation specialists (aka guys with fans) and move into a hotel for at least the next day or two while things dry out and likely longer while our kitchen is put back together because there is a gaping hole where the ceiling used to be and our light fixtures have been removed…

Have you ever heard of the X Games??! In short, it’s a bunch of kids (in age or at heart) riding bikes and boards and struggling to keep health insurance; they take extreme risks for money and bragging rights. They’re super cool to watch. They’re not super cool when you need to book a hotel room while they are in town. Minneapolis is just about completely sold out of hotel rooms this week on account of the 2018 X Games going down at US Bank stadium this week.

So we’ve had lots of transition and our kids are a little out of sorts, but only verbally, really. They aren’t acting any differently than their baselines, but the 5 year old reminds me daily that “we are out of sorts, Dad.” But really they’re not. They are suckers for hotels and pools so this is like winning the lottery for them. I’m going to have a rough time topping a trip to the beach that gets immediately followed by living in a hotel for awhile.

Anywho, all of that craziness makes anything surro-esque feel familiar. That’s weird to say, but right now, any kind of normalcy is welcome; even the weird sort.

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