12 days
No, it's not the 12 days of Christmas. This is the 12th day of me not feeling well. And I hate to say it, but I amy have to go to the doctor. It has gotten to that point, where now I seriously just don't know what to do to get better. Everything has settled in my chest now, just when I thought I was getting over this freak of a cold.
Last night we watched "How I Met Your Mother" and Lily and Marshall got married. It was one of those weddings that was originally supposed to be very small and intimate. Then their mothers got involved and the numbers went from 25 to somewhere in the three digits. In addition, everything that could go wrong DID go wrong. No flowers, no photographer, her veil ripped, his hair was a disaster and their harp player went into labor. Still, at the end they got married...with just their three closest friends by their side, a random acoustic guitar and a nice top hat outside the Church right after a slight breakdown session. Barney officiated the ceremony and had to run through it super speed fast because he ended up getting so choked up. The show was perfect! (I am going to include this little excerpt on the TV blog, too)
Braeden was good all day yesterday and for most of the evening. But then as it got later into the night he became the monster Braeden. Nothing could please him, he was so tired he couldn't even stand himself. Not feeling well and also being tired my patience was wearing thin. I know Brian's was, too. All he needed to do was pick up his toys and put them away. He adimantly refused and so I told him if I have to clean them up he wouldn't be getting them back. The sobfest that acrued was indescribable. It got to the point where he was crying so hard he couldn't breathe, he started coughing, his face was bright red. So then I had to keep my voice calm, try to get him to relax so he didn't work himself up anymore and have an asthma attack. My shoulders are still tight with tension.
Today will be a better day.
Last night we watched "How I Met Your Mother" and Lily and Marshall got married. It was one of those weddings that was originally supposed to be very small and intimate. Then their mothers got involved and the numbers went from 25 to somewhere in the three digits. In addition, everything that could go wrong DID go wrong. No flowers, no photographer, her veil ripped, his hair was a disaster and their harp player went into labor. Still, at the end they got married...with just their three closest friends by their side, a random acoustic guitar and a nice top hat outside the Church right after a slight breakdown session. Barney officiated the ceremony and had to run through it super speed fast because he ended up getting so choked up. The show was perfect! (I am going to include this little excerpt on the TV blog, too)
Braeden was good all day yesterday and for most of the evening. But then as it got later into the night he became the monster Braeden. Nothing could please him, he was so tired he couldn't even stand himself. Not feeling well and also being tired my patience was wearing thin. I know Brian's was, too. All he needed to do was pick up his toys and put them away. He adimantly refused and so I told him if I have to clean them up he wouldn't be getting them back. The sobfest that acrued was indescribable. It got to the point where he was crying so hard he couldn't breathe, he started coughing, his face was bright red. So then I had to keep my voice calm, try to get him to relax so he didn't work himself up anymore and have an asthma attack. My shoulders are still tight with tension.
Today will be a better day.
By Christy On Tuesday, May 8, 2007 At 7:58 AM
