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  • Tuesday night
    • 10:30 Fail at getting to bed until
  • Wednesday
    • 2:30  Chickadee throwing a party
    • 3:30 Party still going strong and sounds like fun
    • 4:30 Hubbend gets tired of me sticking the binkie in and talking sternly
    • 5:00 time to wake up!
    • 6:10 got 3 miles of walking in
    • 7:10 missTHANG off to school
    • 7:30 off to Big City for Neurologist appointment
    • 9:00 time to feed Chickadee breakfast
    • driving
    • 10:30 time for Chickadee's drink
    • driving
    • 11:20 appointment time!
    • conclusion: no seizure meds!
    • 12:00 time to go home *phone dies*
    • 1:30 time to stop for lunch
    • 3:00 time to give Chickadee another drink
    • 4:00 home
    • Hubbend unable to help call babysitter
    • Hubbend a bit brusque (at this point all it takes for me to be hurt is a look)
    • Charge phone, call sitter and she's annoyed I'm at home
    • Don't take the time to explain or be defensive
    • Find out her current location (long story)
    • 4:20 missTHANG has to feed Chickadee
    • nobody's happy
    • 4:50 pick up the Beansprout
    • 5:20 Home
    • 7:00 Hubbend has to leave for an altruistic previously arranged appointment
    • 8:00 finished reading Freckles to chiclets and trolling the internet for a pick-me-up
    • 10:30 sleep
  • Thursday
    • 3:30 Chickadee poops
    • 3:40 Chickadee promises to go to sleep in bed with me
    • 5:00 alarm goes off unheard
    • 6:10 missTHANG comes in wanting to get ready for school
    • 7:10 missTHANG off to school
    • Chickadee begs to go back to bed!
*photo by tubes.*

Comments

  1. Just reading that made me tired, so I dunno how the heck you do it.

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  2. I'm officially ready for a nap just thinking about your day!

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  3. Mother's are the most amazing people!

    Can you even imagine a man being able to multi task and juggle all of your mommy duties?

    Remember to breath, take it a moment at time and know that you can do this.

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  4. No more listing your day out like that. That, way to full, schedule stressed me out for you. So that you know...if I lived closer...I would HELP!!!

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  5. Exhausting . . . I will never complain again! Well, I will, but I shouldn't, not with just the one! But, no seizure meds = also good, right?

    Breathe . . . inhale AND exhale!

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  6. Youre reminding me that I havent slept in the past two days either, ugh! You are an amazing mom, you know...sleep or no sleep. And that hubbend of yours is lucky to have you!

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  7. Wait. I'm still stuck back on Wednesday at 4:30. Hubbend uses a binkie?

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  8. Oh I remeber nights like that trying to not fall asleep holding a feeding tube up in the air or the breathing treatments on his nose so he could breath and then driving to a Dr. appointment 3 hours away the next day. You will make it you will it's in you, take courage and hang on. You are trusted with a a gift from God because you knew you could just try to remeber that. I do agree though sleep would be nice on a consistant basis.

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  9. HOLY MOLEY.
    Wishing you a short fleeting EASY Friday.

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  10. You make me laugh with your Chickadees, missThang and Hubbend!!! Why can I see your life as a book???

    {{{Hugs}}}

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  11. Nowhere on this list did I see Stop/Breathe/Read a Note/Call MrsFatass before I lose my MIND.

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