Now I know for some have one less underfoot is a WAHOO moment but honestly I am near heartbroken. I wanted her to homeschool again this year and after family go round it was determined she would go back to a public school. She is so pumped and loving every minute, and doing very well..for that I am glad.
Jet pilot is doing pilot stuff away from our little home so I will be minus my love.
And the littlest member of the Dill-io clan has thrush.
Yeah, no kidding.
I am still in disbelief, and the kid never complained once. In fact he slept like a champ last night.
From 9pm til 7am!!!
If you know my kids you know that they DO NOT EVER sleep that well. It's like a wonderful miracle!
And I fell and hurt my ankle.
Like I need to wear a super cool, orthopedic foot sleeve thing to help ease some of the strain on it.
Sidenote: I am NOT wearing the brace...it's goofy looking and makes my foot hot. And it would mess with my already fly image ;)
So yes the pity party is in full swing and if you want an invite lemme know and I will put you on the V.I.P. list.
I know it will all be okay and eventually will work out better than I could have planned. So I keep trying to pick myself up by the bootstraps (or flip flop straps because I hate shoes...I was born in California, it's like being part hippie from birth) and get over it.
Here is the solution I have come up with....
I laugh at you.
Or more specifically Clyde and his amazing smile/tongue combo laugh at you.
Added to this regiment is a tall glass of toughen up juice over ice.
And that cute face always has a way of just bringing a sleepy mommy right outta that self induced funk!
I'm off to get that juice now and get the rear in gear for a fierce and fiery kickball practice for my little handsome boy.