Em is okay.
I'll spare you the details of the long long days she and I have had over the last week and a half.
We avoided the hospital, but just barely.
Now that she's past the worst of things, it's my turn to go to the doctor.
I'm sick, and have been for a long time.
Night after night of no sleep hasn't done me any good, and I'm afraid the doctor will tell me I have pneumonia.
Jason was gone for a few days and this is how I entertained Em so that I could take a pseudo nap:
I can't tell you the number of times in the last week I've thought about writing 'The End' of this little blog of mine.
I feel that I'm out of stories - out of anything that would keep a reader entertained and coming back.
I just texted a friend of mine and told her my blog either needed to be retired or given an energy drink.
Maybe I just need the energy drink.
I'll work on that.
(And I didn't write that looking for positive reinforcement. I'm just thinking out loud.)
My little lady is standing here begging me with her eyes to play with her.
It's 11:30pm and she's wide awake.