This week Milo got really sick. He had a 104 fever and a really bad sore throat. It was pitiful. Just as he started getting better, Elyse started to get sick. Same symptoms - high fever, bad sore throat. I gave her the old, "You'll pull through! Milo's strep test was negative, it's just a virus you caught from your brother..." Cut to her dad picking her up and taking her to urgent care to find out she has strep. Nothing like a major fail like that to make you go to sleep questioning the fate of your children with their obviously negligent mother.
Milo has been waking up at 4:45AM - ANTE MERIDIEM - since he was sick. Makes for long days.
I accidentally wore my "skinny" work pants to work. I was literally too busy getting ready for work to realize they were a tad too small. I have felt gross all day, but it is incredibly motivating to eat better.
I resolved a long time conflict with an old friend. It felt like a hundred pounds lifted off me.
I've been thinking a lot about my brother recently. I had a dream a few months ago that he was in, and in my dream he was literally "coming to me" in my dream. He stared at me waiting for my reaction and I stared back at him without moving. It was disturbing. Since then I've had a lot more random thoughts. Even the kind that are like, "Oh, when I see my brother next I'm going to tell him..." which is weird considering we're coming up on 2 years.
I tried to sew a dress and I sucked at it. I reallllly want to learn how to sew, but it's going to take me actually putting effort into learning which is something I have limited time for. I was kind of hoping to just sit down and be naturally good at it. Alas, it's iron-on letter decorating with clothes for the time being.
Cam and I got a 2nd van. We are definitely fully integrated into the whole big family unit thing now. I swear I can't shake the feeling that I've forgotten something since Milo was born. I wonder if I'll perpetually have this feeling until my kids start leaving for college.
I tried to make an appointment for my step-daughter and they wouldn't let me because I was her step-mom. I was strangely offended that I was somehow less than because I was her step-mom, not her real mom.
My sister-cousin is graduating college and I am so proud of her.
My bestie had her baby and I'm so excited to have my best friend be a mom now.
I resolved a conflict with a new friend. Which is hard but worth it if you're going to make new friends that'll last.
And lastly, I'm thankful for my husband accepting my crazy. Like when I freak out about seeing an ant in our room and sleep on the couch for the night. Just as a hypothetical example - not like that ever really happened.
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