I feel bad because I feel good.
This weekend one of my best friends of all time came and stayed in our dirty basement and she brought her husband and their four (!) children (one of whom I had never laid eyes on until now).
Halloween came and went in a flash of orange and black.
I’ve got a bad back. When it flares up, the pain is ever-present and it really puts a damper on my day(s). After months of weekly massage and chiropractic treatments I finally caved and went to physiotherapy.
I got nothin’, you guys. So much going on, trying to juggle it all, wearing too many hats, etc, blah, you know. I am good though, just running, running, running.
I have been wearing my glasses.
She’s started waking up in the night again. A different time each night, but she can’t seem to make it till morning without crying out for me.