This morning I went in to check on Sean to find he had thrown up in the middle of the night and not cried out. He’s running a fever as well. He keeps bouncing from being happy and energetic to Mommy-I-need-you-to-hold-me. I had to wash his blanky, which caused a flood of tears.
Add to that the house falling apart with lack of housework and the destructive path of two tornadoes and a husband. Did I forget to mention I’m in the middle of several projects including crafts for Valentine’s Day and an upcoming baby shower (yes, I mean you, the Violinist)? I am completely crazed and stressed, which my poor husband noted as I ticked off a list of must-do-today-or-the-world-falls-apart as he exited his shower. (I’m a bit melodramatic and respect no one’s privacy.) So if I don’t write a real post, you know why. If I don’t respond to your witty, clever responses, you know why. If I haven’t read your hilarious and insightful blog, you know why. How I miss reading blogs.
Oh, dryer beeped. Gotta go! Wait! Is that the sound of tape being pulled? Cra-