Does it ever feel like just getting to Friday is a finer thing?
We started this week with a (literal) bang. Massive storms took out tons of trees all over Chattanooga. The 15-minute torrential downpour scared the beejeebies out of Libbie and stole our power away for 24 hours. While I enjoyed the excuse to go visit friends, it’s amazing how “off-track” one can feel just living without cooking, a dishwasher, or laundry for a day!
Tuesday morning Libbie and I took David to the doctor for his 2-month check-up. Our chunky boy is 12 pounds, 11 ounces at 10 weeks. Before the appointment I had taken them to Dunkin Donuts because we had no power and it was chilly in our house. Well, the donut man didn’t have any power either. They had no donuts and no bagels. But they did have coffee, glory hallelujah. And biscuits.
So we went to the doctor with Libbie carrying her biscuit in a Dunkin Donuts bag. It made me feel like a really bad mom. I promise, she doesn’t eat donuts all the time. (My precious nurse there, Peaches, said girl needs to eat and let her eat whatever she will. I love that lady.)
I feel like today was spent in a battle of wills with two children and found me in a puddle of tears about 4 p.m.
There is more to that story, of course … but for now, let’s just say it feels like it’s been a very long week.
And it’s hard not to stay up late when that is the only time I have to myself, ever. So here it is 10:47 p.m., and I know I should have been asleep an hour ago. I’m thinking half of today’s mental breakdown was brought on by the fact that I got very little sleep last night. So what am I doing awake?
Good night, friends. Fridays are a finer thing indeed. We’re looking forward to a fun weekend with the in-laws and some beautiful weather.