This week has been one of those weeks.
We all have them, but did we (our whole house) need to have it at the same time?
With roseola in one, random vomiting in another and possible teething in all three, Rob and I were left with raw nerves and crossed, tired eyes.
Today, Friday, I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Fall temperatures have moved in (I don’t want to talk about how they’ll move out again soon), and we’re seeing the babies’ developmentalist this afternoon for what we hope is the final time. BFF Sarah and her mama are rolling into town on Sunday, and brighter days are on our horizon.
We survived, and we’re all smiling again.
Hang in there Mama. <3
Have a great weekend!
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It’s always rough to have those weeks. Hang in there!
Hope y’all have a great weekend. Enjoy that visit with Sarah!
I come here and read your blog every time I take a negative test. We’re at 11 months and counting, with a miscarriage in April. I see your babies and smile when I feel like crying and giving up. Thank you for the hope.