Yes, we're still here
Being sick stinks. We'll just say that now and get it out of the way.
The swine has passed, and praise the Lord neither Brandon nor Trey caught it. Poor things just had to deal with a wife and mom who laid flat on her back for what seemed like forever. Bring on the daily cycle of Chef Boyardee and frozen chicken nuggets. News flash: I'm not hungry and I'm not cooking!
The large amount of time I spent away from Trey, while devastating for me, had absolutely no impact on him. When Brandon finally brought him home, Trey said, "Hey Mama," gave me a quick hug, and ran to play with his toys. Yes, he missed them more than me. Oh well.
May I brag on my husband for a moment? He has always talked about the importance of being a clutch player, coming through in dire situations. This is his logical explanation for procrastinating. Apparently people perform better under pressure.
And he does. Every time I get sick, no matter what he has going on, he is ready and willing to pick up my slack. With Trey, the house, everything. I am a blessed woman. Thank you sweetie.
So what's going on now? Not a whole lot. Brandon is gearing up for basketball season. He's managing open gym right now, and tryouts and practices start next month.
Trey is expanding his vocabulary. Lately his catchphrase is, "Here ya go, daddy-oh." No clue where that came from. And I've been trying to teach him about fall. He keeps asking to go swimming, and so my reasoning to him is that when the leaves start changing colors, we can't go swimming anymore. Not sure he gets it.
And me, I'm just glad to be standing up. Still physically and mentally drained, but standing up nonetheless. Any day now I hope to pick back up doing the things I love, like taking pictures, meal planning, cooking, maybe even cleaning the house. And blogging!
The swine has passed, and praise the Lord neither Brandon nor Trey caught it. Poor things just had to deal with a wife and mom who laid flat on her back for what seemed like forever. Bring on the daily cycle of Chef Boyardee and frozen chicken nuggets. News flash: I'm not hungry and I'm not cooking!
The large amount of time I spent away from Trey, while devastating for me, had absolutely no impact on him. When Brandon finally brought him home, Trey said, "Hey Mama," gave me a quick hug, and ran to play with his toys. Yes, he missed them more than me. Oh well.
May I brag on my husband for a moment? He has always talked about the importance of being a clutch player, coming through in dire situations. This is his logical explanation for procrastinating. Apparently people perform better under pressure.
And he does. Every time I get sick, no matter what he has going on, he is ready and willing to pick up my slack. With Trey, the house, everything. I am a blessed woman. Thank you sweetie.
So what's going on now? Not a whole lot. Brandon is gearing up for basketball season. He's managing open gym right now, and tryouts and practices start next month.
Trey is expanding his vocabulary. Lately his catchphrase is, "Here ya go, daddy-oh." No clue where that came from. And I've been trying to teach him about fall. He keeps asking to go swimming, and so my reasoning to him is that when the leaves start changing colors, we can't go swimming anymore. Not sure he gets it.
And me, I'm just glad to be standing up. Still physically and mentally drained, but standing up nonetheless. Any day now I hope to pick back up doing the things I love, like taking pictures, meal planning, cooking, maybe even cleaning the house. And blogging!
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