Still Alive!!!

Yet again, my life took a turn that prevented me from being able to keep up with writing. Writing is a great way for me to communicate what funny, crazy, boring and tough life lessons I face. I do have a good excuse, so I hope you will stick around to hear me out.

About 3 weeks ago, I finally bought Mercy her Big Girl Bed. (You're probably saying that it has been much longer than 3 weeks since my last post. I know, I know. But really, this is an example of how things have been going for some time now.) We have been meaning to buy Mercy's bed since her birthday, but for some legitimate and frustrating reasons, we kept putting it off. This also meant that Gracen has spent an extra 3 months in our room. It was convenient for a while, but became a problem when he outgrew his bassinet and we had to put him in the pack-n-play.

We wanted to give Mercy some time to adjust to her new "big-girl" bed before moving Gracen in. Based on her transition when we turned her crib into a daybed, we thought it would be a pretty rough week. Not so. In fact, she hasn't slept better. YAY!!

Right after the big-girl bed transition was complete, my dad came for a quick visit to meet Gracen and see his girls (all 4 of us live down here). He stayed only a couple of days, but while he was down here, he unfortunately caught and passed along a heck of a cold. Sure enough, one ... no, two ... hold up, all four of us got the cold. Gracen and I were the first to show signs and it hit us like 4 tons of bricks. We had to sleep propped up together, me praying the whole 3 nights he wouldn't roll off the bed. Gracious Tim slept on the couch and Mercy "seemed" to be fine. Until the following Tuesday (5 days later). She ended up with the coughing version of the cold. And then a week and a half later, Tim got the one Gracen and I had. YUCK!

There was no escaping it. In order to make sure no one else got it, we mostly stayed home. I felt like I was quarantined. No friends for the kids or me. I tried a couple of times to get out with Tim or a friend here and there, but no good. We were all miserable when we tried. I also found that I was far more fatigued than usual ... duh! Which meant I also had no brain power to add writing to my survival mode. Now that I am mostly better, I find writing a great relief and hope to keep up with it for a while.

With that said ... HI! I'm back.

Lesson Learned: How does a mom take care of a sick child when she herself is sick? No really ... HOW? Still don't know. I hoped and prayed for more help, but sometimes others are in the same boat as you and we are left to figure it out, one hour at a time.