Morning Madness

"Mom, I put my clothes on and see...I found underwear in my drawer and put it on me."  I don't see because it's dark and my eyes and my aching body are struggling to find their function but I take his word for it.  Grammar is a work in progress for a child with a speech delay but I'm thankful that we can still understand him...most of the time.

"Ok, honey.  Good job."  I say, only half-intelligibly.

"And look.  I even have socks and shoes on my feet.  See?"  I don't look but feel a thud as he tries to hike his foot onto the bed and plops it in my lap.

I'm Blaming the Van

Yesterday was quite a stressful day.  We've all had them.  It was the kind of day where you have to intentionally and continually remind yourself that things really aren't as bad as they seem and they could be much, MUCH worse.  When days like these come around, I laugh to keep from crying.  It's all a matter of perspective and we've all heard the familiar phrase, "When it rains, it pours."

The beginning of the day was pretty uneventful other than not feeling well at all.  Sore throat, "achiness", sinus congestion.  In fact, Sadie and I stayed in our pajamas most of the day and I even laid down with her and took a brief nap.  Brief meaning 15-20 minutes, tops.  That's not exactly my definition of a nap, but nonetheless I was thankful for even the slightest bit of rest.