I don't usually get so low. I can carry the weight of stress pretty good. But all those points just loaded on me. There's only one kind of stress I absolutley cannot handle. At all, not even a tiny bit. And thats the stress from concern about my childs health. Those ones kill me.
When my stupid OB told me about the cyst and the growth on my placenta, his gentle let down of bad news included terms like "rarely" "usually".
I've heard those before. As in "rarely do women get this severe of PSD"
and "usually pancreatitis doesn't occur twice in one month" and "rarely has a 14 year old been diagnosed with bleeding ulcers"
If there's a list comprised of people who fall under the "rarely" and "usually" side, my name is there.
I'm going to get started on my list today. I believe in "everything happens for a reason too" Holly. The lessons I've learned from the lowest points impact my everyday.
Aviva- your child will be loved so well, everyone will see it in its smile, hear it in its laughter. When a new baby is brought into a house, everyone fits together like pieces of a puzzle. Like you were always together.
CB- thats a great way to teach kids chores. We used the same plan when our daughters were little, and with both my foster brothers. I think I will create another chore chart for them... thanks for the advice!
I stopped watching the olympics cuz I was tired of the swimming. I take it the swimming is over now? CBC and NBC both have a very annoying trait of only filming the american and chinese athletes. (At least for gymnastics) and its driving me crazy!!! I sit here and stare at an athlete picking at their eye, or running their hand through their hair, for like 4 mins!!! I can hear the crowds so I know someone else is competing so why am I watching this guy just stand here?!?!
Hey...are any of you DTD? My hubby keeps asking me if we can *try* to find a way that will work, and I've thought of maybe a couple of positions that might work, but I usually feel so crappy it never happens. Poor guy....
I smell bacon.

: lol... my daughters are making me breakfast!

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