I don't feel like writing.
Frustrated and tired are the only things I feel right now.
Complaining seems to be all I ever do anymore ... and I hate complainers.
Molly has pneumonia, but is acting fine.
Emily is in the hospital and has been since yesterday morning.
104.4 100 98.6 and 102.6 are all numbers that have displayed themselves on the thermometer today. The last number popping up only 10 minutes ago.
My little girl is moaning beside me as I type this and it breaks my heart.
All the tests came back negative, so we are thinking it's viral and will have to run it's course. I wish we we knew instead of just think.
An uncomfortable chair will be where I sleep tonight.
My bed is where I hope to be tomorrow.
Jake and Drew are at football practice.
That's where I wish I was.
It's 88 degrees here right now.
Tomorrow I hope I feel more like writing.
