My sleeping in this morning was trumped before it even started. At midnight last night, after my husband had sent his friends on their way home, he decided he needed to take his temperature. Yup, 100.5. I guess that trumps being so completely worn out that I could sit in a corner and cry while curled up in the fetal position.
Just to set your minds at ease, my husband is usually pretty fantastic. He's awesome with helping with the kids and is usually really good about letting me have a break. It's just when he lets work wear him down to the bone and then gets sick as a result that his mad husband/daddy skills really suffer.
Oh, if only I had a fairy Godmother! I'd wish for a fabulous babysitter who understands diabetes, loves the kids, and who I could trust 100% with the safety of my children, diabetes and all!
awww, I wish I was there to help you out... Saturday is usually my morning to sleep in (my husband takes Elise out for breakfast every Saturday), but my husband had to get up early and help out at the JDRF vendor fair this morning. Now I can hardly complain about that, can I?
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BUMMER Cindy! Hang in there...a BREAK has gotta be in your cards in the near future for sure!
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