Crummy Monday started Monday-eve, better known as Sunday, at about 10:30 p.m. when dear, little Eden woke up crying and clearly uncomfortable. Gas? Ears? Whatever it was wasn't good...I was up until 2:30 then Dad took over {pulled her into bed where she finally zonked out, of course} and I crashed until 6:30a.m.
It's cold. It's supposed to rain and be chilly all week.
Dropped the boys at school. Left Eden at my Mom and Dad's {guiltily} and headed toward another work week. One of my favorite patients died over the weekend. 55 years old. Sudden. Sad.
Tom Brokaw once said "Life is like Jr. High"...or something close to that. And my workplace fits the bill. So does 2nd grade, turns out.
I'm like every Mom. I want my children to have friends and be happy. When they don't..., when they aren't..., it hurts...a lot. I want to fix it. I can't. I pray. I wonder...what if I had made that choice or done this instead of that?....I make myself crazy. I give advice that I should take..."people who don't make you feel good aren't people you should keep around".
Here's to a happier Tuesday. Let's put Monday to bed!
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Four years. Four. That was the length of my blog break. I'm guessing that whomever once followed me will not be here anymore, and ...
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hello. here i am. we didn't perish, nor run away during one of the last, late snowstorms of the winter. i'm still here....
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I hope today is happier, healthier and definitely not crummy. Hugs to you.
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