1. Having a roof over my head, food to eat, clothing to wear, and material goods;
2. A perfect little boy;
3. Friends and family who love me;
4. Books to read;
5. A God who doesn’t give up on me no matter how angry I get at Him, no matter how much I push Him away;
6. A job I like.
…for letting me open my eyes today
for hearing all the things that I couldn’t say
for being strong when I thought I was going to break
for never letting me go
I just want you to know
I’m fighting a cold now, compliments of my little one. I’ve been trying to get a lot of rest, but not drinking enough fluids. The thing is–the OJ I got free from Meijer smells like armpits. Who wants to drink that? Ugh.
But if it’s not spoiled or rancid or whatever happens to OJ, I will go ahead and drink it. Anything to get this annoying feeling of bleh out of me.
Aidan really wants the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for Christmas. After watching the show on Saturday morning, I can see the appeal. It’s such a colorful and pretty show, perfect for preschoolers and their mommies who happen to like Mickey Mouse as well. But the clubhouse is back ordered 8 weeks! And the people selling it on eBay or Amazon are charging twice as much. My mother said not to worry, that she’ll get it for him somehow. And the show really is cute. And Aidan deserves it. He’s going through a lot now even though he doesn’t really know it, and he’s such a little trooper. He’s been so great. So great. Such a good sport.
That’s the hardest thing to deal with. Leaving him. I enjoy the breaks, but leaving him is hard. Last night was hard, but I didn’t cry on the way to my apartment like I have in the past. I know he’s okay, but I’m a mom. And moms always feel some sort of guilt. At least, this mom does.
I’m off to bed again. First I’ll drink some OJ, then take some meds, plus my other pills. Work tomorrow is a tossup. We’ll see how I feel. I don’t have much sick time, though. This morning I went in with a fever. Eep.
‘Til next time…
(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)