Here I sit again tonight, in my new home, preparing for night. This time though the kids are here and there is no wind storm. I literally slept all day today. I didn't even hear this morning when the kids called me. I had called A before that to tell him that I wasn't going to school though. I woke up a few times through the day, but I was soooo tired each time, that I eagerly fell back to sleep until I had no choice to get up to get Riss from school. It was the kind of sleep you have when you're sick. Sleep due to exhaustion where bad dreams would creep in to disrupt.
On the eve of my baby's 8th birthday, I've been very emotional and mentally under the weather. When I went to the doctor, I did something sooo dumb. I had a soda to try to wake myself up a little and stuck it in my purse. Only I must not have screwed the cap on because when I checked in, I saw a pool of soda in the bottom of my purse! All over my checks, bills ready to be sent out and all the other goodies usually in a purse. I went into the restroom to try to salvage what I could and in the end I threw away my purse in the bathroom trash! So I left there with another script to add to my meds chest and went to the hardware store to get paints, a new shower head, outdoor light and a rake for the work that needs to be done. I tried to chop some ice in the front yard so I can get the skirting fixed.
I think my babies' birthdays will always be hard. I mean...there ours. And I don't hate my husband. I'll always have this most special love for him. And the birth of our babies was just so special and on these days, we never thought we'd be in the position we are today.
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