Some peace would be nice though, for reals. Totally for reals.
The kids are out of school, so I'm happy to not have to get up at 5:45am for awhile. I do, however, have to get up at 7am, 9am, and 11am if Chris isn't up yet to take my meds.. followed by the next set at 2pm, 5pm and 8pm.. yeah, I have to take a handful of pills 6 times a day.
SIX times a day.
Did you know they don't seem to make pill holders that are 6-times-a-day friendly?
I had to buy a bigger purse.
I'm totally ready for bed now. I had coke today. And donuts. And for sure if you're trying to lose weight, coke and donuts is always the way to go!
Um my son just crawled on the arm of the recliner, and rested his hand on my boob. Um. I removed it, but didn't say anything.. made him get up and push play on the dvd player.. and he crawled back up here and rested his head on my boob. And then announced that his head was on my boob. Sometimes he's a weirdo. And a tad creepy.
We found a picture of Jesus at the goodwill store while we were looking for books for my psychiatric fiasco, and we just decided to get it. Chris hung it up on the screw by the door. It was $6.00.. and says so in permanent marker on the corner above his head. (We haven't bothered to try to get it off yet) (I feel kinda dirty talking about "getting it off" when talking about The Son Of God.) So anyway, we left Brenna home in charge of Chris the other day, and before I shut the door I told her to make sure she was good because "six dollar Jesus" is watching her.
I'm not religious, so I give myself permission to giggle about it.