Proving Ground
Do you ever have those times where you feel like the Man Upstairs is trying to see what you're made of? I'm sure I'm not alone in this one. I've caught a nasty bug that manifests itself in headaches, chills, hot flashes, achiness, sore eyes, and congestion. On top of that, I am weaning Henry because he was pinching me, giving me cut-like marks, causing me to bleed. When I saw that his mouth was covered in blood like a toddler getting into lipstick, I decided it was time. So I'm engorged. Not fun at all. I woke up unrested after one of those nights where someone needed help every hour. I went in to get Miles who had pooped all over his sheets and his body. Luckily I can't smell very well, because what I could smell was awful. Henry had a similar, but not so messy, morning greeting for me, plus he spit up all over me. Finn has missed 8 out of 10 days of school the past two weeks because of a bug he has. Plus, Travis is on a rotation at a hospital that he describes as "outer darkness" and says it's so dumb he can't even talk about it. Poor guy.
Some good things to counteract all this negative:
My new nephew Ted, born on Wednesday morning. Such a cutie!
My friend brought me chicken noodle soup and homemade bread this morning. How do I have such sweet, kind friends?
The weekend is here. Maybe I can catch up on my sleep while my main man is at home.
Some good things to counteract all this negative:
My new nephew Ted, born on Wednesday morning. Such a cutie!
My friend brought me chicken noodle soup and homemade bread this morning. How do I have such sweet, kind friends?
The weekend is here. Maybe I can catch up on my sleep while my main man is at home.


