Thirteen years ago today I was waiting with bated breath for the arrival of this amazing person. Finally, after waiting for 40 years, she came in at 11:12 VIA C section, weighing 7 lbs 12 ounces and measuring at 20 inches long. She was beautiful then and how is it that she's even more gorgeous (inside and out) now? She is one of my most favorite people. Seriously! She's so entertaining that I'd be happy to be in a room alone with her and her stories for the rest of my days. She funny and fun and smart, kind and best of all, she makes me feel like she enjoys being with me as much as I enjoy being with her. She is the one who made me "Muwee" and forever, I will be grateful that she came into my life. Happy birthday Eva! You've only just begun!
I'm currently writing this on Monday night. I had to call in for tomorrow but I'm not really ready to share why. Let's just say that I can't believe this is my life right now. I'm not sure what's happening in the heavens or cosmos or fate but someone is having a good old time at my expense. I'm not sure why it wasn't enough that my husband got cancer and then he had gut issues and then more cancer and hip replacements and the cherry on top - a total defective heart. And then...well, like I said...I just can't right now. Needless to say, who knew Muir had so much patience and stamina.
Lisa from work sent me this meme earlier (having to do with something totally separate). After my day today, I said, "I feel like the world has shit on my whole life recently."
fI don't know what the next few weeks hold for me but if I can get through this, I deserve a treat. I'm thinking a trip, by myself, somewhere tropical. Fuck everything else. Fuck Jim. He owes me so much. Seriously...I'm thinking the trip I'd planned on planning for Thanksgiving...it's going to be just me and he can suck a turd.
Okay well, that's all I've got for now. I'm sorry to have ruined Eva's birthday post with negative bullshit but there you go. Welcome to my life. Here I go again. I'd say happy Tuesday but fuck Tuesday. Later. Sorry.
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