Whenever I am having what I think it a bad day, I remind myself how good I really have it. I don't have it bad at all and I am very blessed by all that I have and my wonderful friends and family. But, this week has felt like a long one already. Last weekend, Truman didnt seem like himself and this morning he cried and fussed while I tried to get ready and got the kids to daycare. I could tell he didnt feel good. Amelia threw a big fit because she didnt want shoes or her coat on and didnt want me to comb her hair, and it was a struggle to get out of the house this morning. I got a call from the daycare at noon that Truman had a 101 fever, so I picked him up and we spent the afternoon on the couch together. He just wanted to be held and cried every time I tried to put him down. I missed out on meeting the new city administrator candidates, but I was glad to be able to baby my baby. Hopefully he'll be feeling better tomorrow, if not, we'll probably make a trip to the doctor. I am wondering if he has an ear infection.
This morning I met with Kathy from the HutchNews who is doing an article for the sunday paper about the Big Well Museum. It had been quite awhile since I'd walked around the site, it's really coming along. They are working to get it closed up. The stair contractor will be done with their work by the end of the week.
Monday was a rough day. Some small town drama, I fell and bruised my legs, and someone asked me if I was expecting. I just said no, it's leftovers from before. (and no, I am NOT pregnant if you were wondering) For most people that would motivate them to diet and exercise, I just wanted to drink a beer and eat some cookies. Tuesday was a day of meetings, first a staff meeting, then Wild West Country in Montezuma, then tourism here when I got back.
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