Okay. I have been lame and have not written in quiet a while. I am up a lot later than usual because if I sleep, the day will come quick and I will have another day with throw-up and diarrhea boy. I don't even know if I spelled that stinky poop right ...but I don't even care...since I swear I still smell it, no matter how many times I clean the toilet or wash my hands...(maybe its in my nose...sorry.) I have had so many things to write about in the last couple of weeks. I will spare you.
One thing that I do want to share is a reminiscence of Mother's Day. I hope all of you had a good one yesterday. I know quite a few who did and I know some who did not. I never realized how much Mother's Day is painful to so many. Mothers who are sick, passed on, neglectful...so many reasons to not have warm fuzzies on Mother's Day. There are also those who are not Mothers and mourn for that fact. I am grateful to be a Mother. (of course so much easier when they are all in bed right?) But it is true. I love them so much. I don't realize how many times they make me smile and how many times I want to grab that perfect place on there soft little necks and kiss it. I get afraid of dying as a young mother. I wonder if any of you do too. I pray every day that I can be spared to watch my kids grow up...and honestly, then He can take me. I have a friend whose husband was tragically killed recently in an auto accident as they were driving to San Diego on vacation. Just like that he is gone. Just like that she is left to raise her children without him. Life is fragile. Let’s enjoy every moment of it. Till next time...hopefully on a lighter note. Sorry for the depression, you can forward me the Prozac prescription. We will see if my insurance pays for it. ---Ana.
