It's Monday
My daughter fell out of her crib today. 8 months old and she finageled (<-however you spell that word) herself over the bars. It's nice to come home to that news from your babysitter, isn't it?
And let's see... oh yes, my car is going in for brake work tomorrow at 7:30am. This should be good news. But I have to get my kids and husband ready and cart us all to the car repair shop--then to the train station in time for a train.
If that isn't a fulfilling enough week, I have to pack for 3 (my husband can pack for himself) so we can head to a dual burial. Yep. My mother-in-law and grandpa-in-law are getting buried on the same day. It will be December all over again. Death. Grief. Only in Spring. I'm not sure this week can get better.
And let's see... oh yes, my car is going in for brake work tomorrow at 7:30am. This should be good news. But I have to get my kids and husband ready and cart us all to the car repair shop--then to the train station in time for a train.
If that isn't a fulfilling enough week, I have to pack for 3 (my husband can pack for himself) so we can head to a dual burial. Yep. My mother-in-law and grandpa-in-law are getting buried on the same day. It will be December all over again. Death. Grief. Only in Spring. I'm not sure this week can get better.
