Today we were blessed with that rare near 70* day in early March. The only problem was that it was also the morning after daylight savings time change.
I’ve spent the last 2+ days chugging water and trying to pee. One of those days was in the ER. Peeing was hard. It hurt. I could barely squeeze out a few drops even though I’ve been drinking 100+ ounces of water each day. My bladder is so full but I cannot get any relief. I’ve been miserable.
Today I am combining Five Minute Friday with my daily March Slice of Life writing challenge. This week’s writing prompt is: table.
As a child, my mom stayed at home and managed the house and children. With six of us, you can imagine the amount of management that took. She put a home cooked meal on the table each and every night.
I woke at 2:30am with that old familiar feeling in my back…right near the left kidney.
Oh please. God, no.
McKenna used to be great about going to bed. She thought the floor of her room was hot lava. She WOULD NOT leave her bed but would call for us instead. This ended at least a year ago now.
It’s been torture ever since. PJ time is a 30 minute ordeal that I try to start BEFORE dinner now. The other day after friends left, Aaron had to hold her while I peeled her Elsa costume from her wiggly body.
I had a meeting near you today. Basically just across the street. I stopped in the early light just to say hello. It would have been rude not to. I brought a coffee.
The melodic tune of torture awakens me at 4:30am. It’s Aaron’s alarm. It’s not overly loud. I’m just mad that I’m now awake. He checks his phone catching up on the overnight news as I drift off to sleep.
Sung by Anna, Elsa, Hans, and Olaf.
This is the soundtrack of my day. With the exception of a quick post over the summer, I haven’t written since slicing a full year ago. In that time SO. MUCH. HAS. CHANGED. If you are a return reader, you’ll hear all about it in the coming weeks.
She’s been patiently waiting for the bananas to over-ripen so we can make banana bread like on Butterbean’s Cafe. This is her new obsession. She could watch that show all day long. Thanks Regular Grandpa. It has encouraged to to be a little more adventurous with her eating and for that I am grateful.
She tiptoed out of her bedroom and found me lazily curled up in my own bed. She climbed in and cuddled for for a minute before whispering in my ear.
It’s rare that my husband and I get to go out on a really real date. Between classes and homework, kid and homeowner responsibilities we are too busy or tired to fit it into our already overfilled schedules.