I know I didn’t post a photo with quote on Friday but, well, let’s just say it’s been a heck of a week.
Between Nessa being put down (I still call out her name when I come home), my tooth being pulled (along with the requisite complications – sigh), and my computer dying this weekend, I’ve been in better spots.
A little bit of information on teeth that have been pulled. There’s a complication out there called “dry socket” basically it’s my new tool to keep the kids in line. Instead of “you’re going to be grounded for that one” I’m threatening them with “you’re going to get a dry socket for that little move, missy.” Trust me, once you’ve had a dry socket, you’d behave for the rest of your life if it ensured you’d never have to have one again.
You know when you read in a book that someone is so traumatized they curl up in a fetal ball and just rock back and forth, and you think, “that’s a bit over the top,” right? I’m here to tell you that every time you read a passage like that you should contact the writer and tell them they are brilliant. Because they have captured EXACTLY what you do when you are truly traumatized.
I spent the entire weekend either curled up in a ball or walking around like a zombie (and not The Walking Dead cool kind of zombie.) Continue reading