Hi friends. It's been a week. And it is only Thursday morning. I think it has been made harder by the fact that Fletcher has shared his summer cold with the household. And not to be dramatic or anything, but it's the worst. cold. ever. I have the scratchiest of throats, and my head is threatening to explode from the sinus pressure. Nope, that's not dramatic at all. Like Brian says, I live in a hyperbolic chamber.
And then various things occurred yesterday that included dropping a knife on my foot. Fletcher taking a flying nosedive on rough pavement. There was much blood. (No one got stitches yesterday- the bright spot!) Rowan taking a minimal nap, and then waking up lots last night to just check in and let us know she's awaaaaake! Brian got home from work after 10 pm. Much later than the previous nights of 8:30 pm this week. And all while I have the worst. cold. ever.
So while I still can count my blessings instead of sheep at night, I'm not going to lie. It's been a week. And I honestly just need a break. A break from being the only parent home between the hours of 5:30 am to 8:30 pm. A break from flying knives. A break from one of my favorite places: this here blog. And just in time, Brian has a 4 day weekend! See, a huge blessing to count. But I'll be taking about a week off from here. I need a recharge, and I always think I come back with a purpose when I do that. (Right? right...?)
I hope you have a great weekend, too, friends. If you celebrate Labor Day, then enjoy the long weekend! And I'll see you back here next Thursday or so.
*you can still find me hanging around here and here*