I haven't been feeling well. I haven't mentioned it because I didn't want to be dramatic. I also didn't want to minimize it. Finally, I called and made an appointment with a doctor.
I am now somewhere between denial and diagnosis.
There are other days, like today, when they tell me I make life rotten because I won't allow them to have a dog and sneak off with a pair of children's scissors and shape their hair into an 80s mullet, but I digress...
I have my suspicions as to what I'm dealing with (and no, this isn't something we will be bringing home in a onesie in nine months...), but until I know for sure, I'm not going to talk about specifics here.
Just know, that if my suspicions are correct, this isn't something I can take an antibiotic for and get over. It's also not something horrendously scary, like cancer.
{Did I mention I didn't want to be dramatic? It's weird how, while trying to be vague, I end up sounding mysterious.}
Anyway, this is all just to say that I'm sorry for the lack of new posts. I have not been feeling well for several weeks now, and to top it off, my laptop is not currently operational. I keep trying to get my bearings, but things feel a bit upside-down.
Did I mention that I'm blessed? I have a couple of really great parents who have been compassionate and concerned and willing to listen. I have a long suffering husband who hasn't said a word when he came home to me on the couch and dishes in the sink. I have caring friends. And I have the most amazing, compassionate LOVES for daughters. The other day, if you were a fly on the wall in our home, this is the conversation you would've heard:
Me: "I'm sorry I don't feel well. I'm sorry I'm cranky with you."
Natalie (3.5): "I'm sorry. You're perfect. You're a perfect mom to us. We love you!"
Hannah (6): "Yes. You make life so much easier. It wouldn't be the same without you."
There are other days, like today, when they tell me I make life rotten because I won't allow them to have a dog and sneak off with a pair of children's scissors and shape their hair into an 80s mullet, but I digress...
Bear with me. And if you have any non-annoying words of cheer, those are welcome too.
Until next time, I hope you are enjoying summer and taking time for writing and creativity.