Lately I feel as if I've been flying 9 million miles an hour. I'm tired and I feel like I don't get anything done. Just go go go. It's weird really.
Last week was especially bad. Lots of bumps along the way. Some bad news, and more bad news, and then my Mom's retina detached and it was down to the cities for emergency eye surgery. Thankfully she's fine, and it seems to be healing well, and Johnathan was a little angel in the waiting room. But still. Last week kicked my ass.
Thankfully I've had Tuesday and Wednesday off, and I'm feeling a little better. I also have this weekend off. And if I bust my butt and get the housework caught up, I'm doing only fun creative things this weekend. Sewing. Knitting. Whatever my heart desires. Well, that and running after the worlds busiest 2 year old. Who, by the way is off the charts at 38 1/4 inches tall. 100th percentile. Damn. He's going to be taller then me by Christmas. :)
Anyway. He's napping and I should go do more laundry. Or something.
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