Brady and I rung in the new year watching a movie in our bed. As the movie was coming to a close, one of Bradys pressure headaches moved in, and unfortunately it refused to lift. We went to bed with Brady aching, his head on a heating pad, and me awake and worried. He made some motions that got me all seizure scared, and it really showed me how much last year shook me. Whew. After the Lemon Drop woke up for a bottle, I was able to finally get to sleep. It was a short night, but Brady work up in good spirits, feeling much better.
The babies did not wake up feeling well, unfortunately. Sick babies is a tough scene. But we managed. They weren’t up long before going back to bed, and then I went on a coffee run to kick off the year with Cher 💜 Beyond that, I drank lots of coffee. Ate a fake sushi cucumber salad. Brady and I put together a new bed frame for ourselves. Kids drew and read and built and snacked and we had a slow day.
I feel a little crappy in the body, to be honest, and griefy in the heart. It has been a pretty weird Christmas over here. I think it’ll feel good to get back into the swing of things next week. Hopefully sickness has passed by then and we can all feel lighter.
I trust you, Lord. Thank you for bringing us another year 💜