Ds' pulmonologist appt. didn't go as well as I had hoped yesterday, but it's going to be ok. The x-Ray still shows pneumonia, so they are going to do a bronchoscopy early next week and test for autoimmune disorders. When we go back for the follow up 2 weeks after, they will test for cf.
I am in a better head space today than yesterday, and I am choosing to take things a day at a time. Today, we are making Valentine's Day cards and mailing them out since we are back on lockdown and they won't be able to exchange with their library or church friends.
Sorry for the teal deer.
Sorry you're going through this, but I think you are in a good head space with it all and keeping yourself busy, which is great. Hang in there and I hope they get it figured out soon!
So DD has been in this rut of getting up WAY early. My rule is if it's before like 5:30 I send her back to bed, which she usually will do for like an hour or so if it's around 4. She did it this morning at 4 so H put her back to bed. She comes in at 5:45 telling me this is my last chance (WTF?) She has been saying this every morning this has been happening! I'm confused, but amused at the same time
I have a dinner date with a favorite TCFer who I've never met, so I shall spend the day in flux between nervous anticipation and happy excitement. I hope to channel that energy into housework.
Justbecause, I wouldn't feel badly for a second about having family help me out in your circumstances. As mine often tells me, that's what dads are for! And totally pay in food. Cherry cheesecake was payment for him jumpstarting me one morning a few weeks back
DS has his first loose tooth. Right in front, lower. He's very excited. So are we, frankly. Over half his kindergarten class has already lost at least one.
Thank goodness I was motivated by the last tooth fairy thread to get some gold Sacajawea dollars.
I'm heading out of town this weekend and arranging people to entertain DS for chunks of time because H still hasn't perfected the art of not being exhausted by solo parenting for two days.
My H spent all day thinking yesterday was Wednesday. I felt bad for him, because that is the worst. But since he thought it was Wednesday (garbage day), he took the trash out without me having to nag him eleventy times. So, win for me, I guess.
I went to a new hairstylist this past weekend and while I liked her, and love my color - my "just above the shoulders" cut is more like "just below my ears". I don't really know how to style it yet and today it looks like a shaggy Lisa Rinna.
I had to talk to my employee about some bad behavior. It is probably a shock to a lot of you, but IRL I hate confrontation and prefer to handle my business by being passive aggressive. I wanted to throw up all over myself.
Post by beyoncepadthai on Feb 8, 2017 9:50:17 GMT -5
I just finished digging my car out of the snow. I couldn't start the snowblower so I shoveled. I'm so out of shape! It's also -7 here, spring can't come soon enough.
I'm heading out of town this weekend and arranging people to entertain DS for chunks of time because H still hasn't perfected the art of not being exhausted by solo parenting for two days.
We are married to the same dude. DH cannot do it either.
Mine can barely handle a full day of parenting even when I'm around. He spent most of Sunday telling me he was really looking forward to going to bed. Weirdo.
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