I’m tired, I told Lorie last night while sitting on my porch. It’s the kind of tired that a night out with friends doesn’t fix. It’s more like I need a week in a Carmelite monastery.
Things are looking much better for my mother, thank God. She has a few more tests to go through to get some answers and then it’s looking like she will get sent to rehab for a few weeks. She’s doing well and I’m so glad to have her back.
And I wonder why this kid rarely sleeps through the night.
Alternately, it looks like a teenager broke into my house, ate my baby, and passed out in his bed. Seriously, stop growing. Stop it right now, or you will not have any pants to wear.
This spoke to me:
Stolen from Food Good, Laundry Bad. She doesn’t remember where she stole it from. Please don’t put either of us in jail. Unless jail is a place where I can get some rest, in that case, I’m all for it.