Fatigue

It's been a tumultuous 2 weeks! The wreck, taking my exit exam for my masters, taking a mid-term, moving 3 days later all while working full-time and caring for Jim-Jim...I don't know how I made it through. An incredibly supportive husband is the ONLY way I was able to deal with everything! Friday finally arrived signaling that I can finally check out, and checking out is EXACTLY what I did!

Jim and I went to pick up dinner after work on the way to pick up Jim-Jim from daycare. As we were sitting across from each other in the booth waiting for our dinner to arrive, we began messing around. Never leave two nutty people alone in a booth to wait. Crazy things start happening! I yawned, and Jim stuck his finger in my mouth to ruin my yawn. To repay the favor, I stuck my finger in his mouth to ruin one of his yawns. Not to be bested, Jim pretended that he didn't care. I needed to make my "yawn ruin" better than Jim's "yawn ruin", so I told him, "I didn't wipe the last time I peed." Wait, WHAT?! That didn't come out the same way it sounded in my head! What was supposed to come out was, "I didn't wash my hands the last time I peed." Wouldn't that make me sticking my finger in his mouth doubly awful than him sticking his finger in my mouth? I thought so! Telling him I didn't wipe the last time I peed didn't have the intended effect. It just made him not want to sit anywhere I've sat!

My favorite part of the week was taking a walk with Bailey and my boys once we got home from work on Friday. Being with them makes everything right and all of the struggles meaningful!