Okay.

If I can just make it through the next few weeks without completely losing my mind, that would be awesome. Just throwing that out there universe. Cause, you know, it would totally be okay with me. Ya know. Like an early Christmas present. Sort of.

Thanksgiving

Today I am thankful for many things. Family, friends, our home, my job, our family's health, Jeff's residency, and so much more. We are truly a blessed family.

Awww

Sweet Jesus.

Revenge of the bacon

Mommy has the swine flu. Sweetheart, don't do that, mommy's sick and can't chase you right now because she cheesed off the pork. Yes, baby, mommy is sick. Yes, angel, Dr. Daddy helps sick people get better. No, light of my life, not mommy. Mommy isn't sick in a way anyone else can fix. Mommy just has to get over it. And drink lots of orange juice. Yes, goofball, you can have some of mommy's magical problem fixing orange juice because odds are you're going to catch this rotten bug too. It's because we share every bug. We share because sharing makes other people happy. That's right except when it's a bug like this. That's why we are home today (and probably tomorrow too). No, we are not going to play Daddy's video games. No, we are not going to watch It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown for the 837th time this week. Yes, we can watch Spongebob. No, sweetie, this isn't going to kill mommy (I think). Yes, you are going to take a nap so I can take a nap. I need to take my temp now. Yes, I can take yours too.

Last night

Last night K from MS came through town! We went out for dinner with a bunch of the people from work, had a laugh riot with the chef, and stayed up well past bedtime! And then I went out for big girl drinks with A! It was kind of like having a life again!!! It was wonderful!!! I miss that. No responsibility, no child to have to watch while everyone else is carrying on. That sounds so selfish. But I mean it. Maybe that's why I feel a little guilty today, because I went out and had such a good time without him.

Or maybe it's because I ate WAY too much.

Let's try this again.

I had started a blog. I named it. I wrote in it. I was pregnant with our baby. Then I miscarried. The title mocked me, the posts haunted me, I couldn't take it anymore. I'm starting over.


My name is Stacey. I live just north of Amish country with my husband (we'll call him PGY1) and our son the pirate monkey. He named himself... I honestly had nothing to do with it but I love the name to pieces and it's sticking! PM is a smart 3 year old. Too smart really. PGY1 is smart too. He's slightly older than 3. So am I. This is my life.