I know. I’m sorry. I haven’t written a word all week worth anything. Not even in any of my books. I guess… It’s not lack of anything to write as much as its lack of ability. If it makes you feel any better, it took most the week to remember how to read.
Sister is doing well. She had to go back to the ER for a second quick operation. They basically poked a camera around and did some cleanup to figure out why the drains were filling so fast. Nothing major, especially compared to what she went through the day prior.
She spent a couple of days refusing to wake up. Not in a dangerous way. She just had a lot of crap to sleep off and I think overall for those couple of days life was less miserable if she slept. We could get the occasional response when she wasn’t in a deep sleep. It had us in a tizzy because we were desperate to see her alert, but the nurses were all quick to assure she was fine. All her numbers (bilirubin, blood pressure, hemoglobin, heart rate) were all looking amazing compared to how they had been just two days prior so she was healthier already.
Personally, while I wanted to see her alert just as bad as mom did, I assured her she had my support to keep on sleeping until she was ready.
Then when she was ready, she woke up.
This week in my store:
Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.
Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time! Seriously. This and my writing (books/blog) are what I currently do for a living now.
In closing, this quote:
Sambam has learned she is three. She has now decided she needs three of everything. Three cereal bars, three stories at bedtime, etc.
The other night she saw she had three of the same book from Wendy’s and she goes, “Three color books!?! I know I’m three but I don’t need three color books! That’s ridiculous!”
And this cute realization:
The ferret doesn’t seem to care when we yell at the boys, but when we yell at Sammy he gets really defensive of her. He’ll stand up in his cage staring us down like, “I will fight you! That is the girl child and no one yells at the girl child! Don’t make me come up there! I will fight you!”