When I decided that I was going to blog every day, I knew that some days I would only write a couple of sentences. That's all the gas I have left in my tank sometimes. But I'm glad that I write everyday because sometimes I think I have nothing to say and I sit down at the keyboard and the words just flow out of me and it feels therapeutic. So I'm still glad that I committed to writing everyday, and today was going to be a long-post day, but I'm already ready to pass out asleep and Peter is still awake for who knows what reason. So as soon as he's asleep, I want to be too. And that's why today gets another short post.
The good news is, everyone felt much better today, and hope is glimmering on the horizon that will we get to leave the house once again and go somewhere other than the doctor's office. The only bad news is that I'm not asleep yet. It is only 8:30, but I'm a grownup and I do what I want.
Labels: Motherhood