the ocean

What crazy weekend! And not in the sense of doing tequila shooters off of someone's backside. My sister had her baby, which meant that Ian and I were on call to watch my nephew. But since the labor went on over the course of several days, we were on call, then off call, then on call, then off call, then on call again. Originally we thought we'd be over there Friday night, but then were dismissed, so we ended up going to the grocery store and eating one of the Blue Aprons we forgot were coming instead. Then we were supposed to be there early Saturday morning, but we were literally in the car about to leave when the call came telling us we had another 12-hour reprieve. (Although we did get the very important task of taking my sister a phone charger, which we discharged with aplomb, or what passes for it at 6:15 in the morning.) Finally, though, we were thrown into action about ten minutes after finishing Dunkirk, which is obviously the perfect motion picture to pair with some obstetrics and gynecology. And we spent about sixteen hours babysitting, though to be fair about half of those were sleeping. And now we have a new niece, and everyone is happy, healthy, and very tired. Though my nephew did explain that HE is the baby. We've all been there, friend.