#32/365--Ice, Ice Baby

I needed this day...hopefully one more day of rest will help my throat to feel better and give me time to get my voice back!

#31/365--Sandy

#30/365--Blank

...is how I feel.  I tried the whole "up-and-at-'em" yesterday when I had to take Lauren to the orthodontist.  But I didn't have it in me and I ended up laying down and napping.  I tried again today by getting up, moving around, and going to church, then out to lunch with my peeps.  My body was having nothing of it.  By the time I got to Target to pick up some things for the week, I was about to drop.  I'm not real certain about how this week will pan out.  Here's what it looks like from my angle...currently...

Tabula Rasa.

#29/365--When They are Home

I got the best night's sleep last night.

After awhile, when you are divorced, you get used to sharing your kids and the limited time you have with them.  What I mean to say is...you never like it.  But you adjust.  It becomes your normal.  Their normal.  Two houses.  Two families.  Two different bedrooms.  Two places to lose your stuff.

This week, since I was sick, Lauren and Mikey's dad and myself decided it was probably in their best interest for them to stay over there all week instead of come into contact with my germs and risk getting the horrible, wretched, evil, life debilitating, life sucking, life draining flu.

If you are reading this, then you probably also keep up with my facebook, and know that it was a rough week for me.  In addition to all the flu issues, I had trouble sleeping.  This is bad news because you know that when you are sick "they" tell you that "rest" is what is best for you.  Ha.  Where was this rest?  I couldn't find it anywhere.   Wednesday night was the worst.  I was awake all night.  I sympathize with you insomniacs.  Sleepless nights are terrible.  I tossed.  I turned.  I got up and went down to the couch.  I watched t.v.  I dozed during episodes of "The Wonder Years," and "Doogie Howser," and "Family Ties."

Thursday didn't lend itself to much improvement.  I felt much better after taking different prescribed medicines and resting in the afternoon.  But Thursday night, more of the same.  Tossing, turning, punching my pillows, praying.  I also found out from Franco (my ex) that Lauren had gotten a stomach virus.  This added to the thoughts that were going through my head (If you're a mom, you know how moms like to hover over their sick children--even if they are sick themselves). 

Finally, Friday afternoon, my kids came home.  We spent the evening on the couch watching movies and then went to bed early. 

And.  I.  Slept.  Like.  A.  Baby. 

Completely rested, undisturbed, sleep.

I trust that my kids are well-taken care of when they are at their dad's.

But it gives me such peace and comfort when they are here, under my roof.

All is right in my world.  Mostly.

#28/365--More Temperature

#27/365--No Picture

Too.  Sick.

:(

#26/365--Point of View