Y’all, I am worn the hell out.
It’s been a week. We kinda have a routine. Most of the doctor visits are behind us (we think, or should I say, for now). We have helpers coming to check in on her, and help her exercise, and do other great things.
But, it never ends. It’s like adding a fourth kid.
I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through this.
Things that almost made me cry this week:
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
my checking account three weeks before Christmas.
when the fourth person told me her insurance won’t cover something.
when Marie lost on Dancing with the Stars.
Just kidding about one of those.