In typical Kristin fashion, when I created my account (re-created, really. I’ve had a few accounts on here and OD, if you want to get technical) I put in my email address wrong and couldn’t login or reset my password. I emailed and FB’d to see if the admin could help me and my fat fingers, but they must be spending time away from the site for the holidays (rightfully so. That is not a jab at them.) But I’m impatient, so here we are. New account. Same but just different enough to make it work. (with the CORRECT email this time. Double checked it myself.)
So that’s that.
Anyway....
I’m sick. It’s been a-brewing for a few weeks: tight chest, dry cough, feeling run down. And then after the trip up north for Christmas and zero sleep because Amelia is bound and determined to be glued to my hip 24/7, sick family members, and eating junk over the holiday, the sickness finally reared its ugly head. But what’s more, Amelia’s got a light fever (101.3) and Kylie’s feeling yucky too.
Idk what’s worse: a sick almost 2 year old or a sick 13 year old? Actually, I know what’s worse that both those things combined.
A sick husband.
Ugh. Please, God, don’t let Jesse get sick. His change over week is coming up and he’s got a really, really long stretch of work. He CANNOT get sick. Ugh. 🤞🏼
But all of that really seems trivial in the grand scheme of things Brittani Boren Leach, a YouTuber that I watch is going through a parent’s worst nightmare. Her baby boy, Crew (I cant remember how old he is, but I’m sure he’s under 5mos old) has some irreparable brain swelling, and the family is having to make some very, very hard decisions.
I know she doesn’t know me from Eve, but when you watch someone’s life 3+ days a week and follow them on IG, you relate to them. Amelia will be 2 at the end of January and it breaks my heart to even attempt to put myself in Brittani’s shoes.
I keep checking her IG, praying, and snuggling both my girls (much to Kylie’s annoyance, but she’s a good sport).
I know all of this is a reminder that the tomorrow you have planned, is never really promised. I kept thinking that at Christmas. It breaks my heart. My grandma is elderly and failing. My mom and her leukemia (even if it is stage zero). My brother and the fact that he just can’t stop taking pills and shooting shit into his veins.
Ugh.
Depressing.
Still. I’ll probably check on Amelia 62 times tonight.
(update: The Leach family has decided on organ donation. 😢 Sweet baby Crew.... The phrase they used was, “He’s going to save another child’s life. A hero in a tiny body.” 😭😭)
Something completely different. (Cliche, but gets the point across)
Tomorrow morning I have to…HAVE TO go grocery shopping. With this sick/cold/funk in my chest, I haven’t had the ambition to get myself and Amelia put together enough to venture out of the house. Now, I’m like a old Mother Hubbard. It’s gotta be done, but here we’ve got ice storms galore, so hopefully the temp raises a little over night (it’s actually supposed to) and I can do a little shopping in the morning before my family revolts.
Tonight I skated across the road to the kwik trip and got frozen smoothies and pizza. No one complained about that, but tomorrow.... Tomorrow will be another story.
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