Rain, Rain, Go Away...
/Sometimes when it rains it pours. While my husband is away, golfing working, he has left me to deal with a sick child, numerous soccer parents and now, the rash from hell. Yes, the money is good, but really, can I put a price on my sanity? Why yes, yes I can. The good news is the added income has allowed me to invest heavily in Aveeno products. Who says I can't find the silver lining to this cloud?
But the rain keeps on pouring, even out of silver lined clouds. A very good family friend has recently passed away and it breaks my heart to write about it. So I won't. But funerals are not my strong suit and I am not certain I will be able to handle this one well. Too many memories, too many emotions.
Added to that, my lovely darling daughter is experiencing complications with her recovery and so I am off to hand hold and play nice with the nurses again at our lovely hospital.
So forgive me dear internet, if my posts are sporadic and infrequent these next few days. It appears life does not always stop for blogging.
But as I slather on my oatmeal, swaddle up my daughter and find a suitable outfit for a funeral, I will be hard at work, looking for my sense of humor. Because I am beginning to think my husband took it with him.
He better bring it back.
But the rain keeps on pouring, even out of silver lined clouds. A very good family friend has recently passed away and it breaks my heart to write about it. So I won't. But funerals are not my strong suit and I am not certain I will be able to handle this one well. Too many memories, too many emotions.
Added to that, my lovely darling daughter is experiencing complications with her recovery and so I am off to hand hold and play nice with the nurses again at our lovely hospital.
So forgive me dear internet, if my posts are sporadic and infrequent these next few days. It appears life does not always stop for blogging.
But as I slather on my oatmeal, swaddle up my daughter and find a suitable outfit for a funeral, I will be hard at work, looking for my sense of humor. Because I am beginning to think my husband took it with him.
He better bring it back.