Terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day #467

It has been a day!  Scratch that-it's been a WEEKEND.  I can't seem to get my head above water this schoo year yet, and to top it off, the past two weekends have been so busy that I barely had time to breathe.  And today it has just been one wrong thing after another.  I'm ready to fast forward to next Friday and start a weekend over.  

And what am I doing to correct the things that have gone wrong?  I'm blogging about them so they'll live on forever!  No, I'm not.  I'm not going to rehash them all because there is no blame to place.  It's just been a series of accidents.  No one is injured, and I'm just emotionally distraught because I've been so busy and there's no promise of rest in sight.  I'm frustrated-mostly with myself and my inability to cope with these stressors-but I will survive this, and hopefully be stronger for it.

Lincoln turns 2

Last Satirday was Lincoln's 2nd birthday.  We made a quick stop in Toys R Us on Friday night so he could get his balloon and crown (and to get one more gift).

Lincoln dumped the Cheerios out.  I said he was trying to earn his "birthday whipping."

We had a wedding to attend on Saturday evening, so we invited my parents over for a spaghetti lunch, Lincoln's favorite food.

His party wasn't until Sunday, but we had to open a couple of small gifts today.  Fun-a fishing pole for the tub and a photo album!  One of Lincoln's favorite things to do is look at pictures.

All I wanted was a "good" picture of him in his shirt.  (He has wanted to put it on since we picked it up.)

Loving on Jax

The cake

His friend Annzley sat in his new chair.  So he sat on top of her.

Resting for a minute.  Turning 2 is hard work!

I can't believe my baby is 2!  I certainly wish time would slow down a little!

Moving Along...

J and I have discussed what to do with all of our "stuff" that we likely won't be using again (a.k.a. baby gear).  I can't bear to part with it just yet, but he thinks we should get rid of it - sell it, consign it, donate it, whatever.  I know it is taking up a lot of precious storage space, but I just don't think I can do it.  Not yet.

I cried a lot last weekend, knowing the news that loomed ahead of me following Monday's blood test.  I apologized over and over to J, who asked me why I was so sure it was over, and just allowed myself to be sad.  I cried very little on Monday, but I think it was because I was super busy.  We were at meetings at school beginning at noon followed by open house at 5:30.  By the time I picked Lincoln up and got home, it was nearly bedtime, and J seemed to be fighting some nasal gunk.  He has been sickly all week, and we really haven't had a lot of time to process things together.  I just know I get all emotional when I think or talk about it.  I guess it's just too soon for me.

On another hand, I wish AF would just hurry up and show already.  I had my last PIO injection on Sunday night.  Almost all of the bruises from the blood thinner are gone and the lumps have mostly disappeared from my rear.

Okay, I've got to snap out of this funk.  I can't spend my free time dwelling on this because it is completely out of my control and is in the past.  Move on, Angie.  It will all be okay...