Beckett woke up at 5:30 this morning. Tiny ants had invaded the house over by the fire place. Beckett fell onto his toy and cut his gum open where he was teething and pushed the tooth through and it bled everywhere. We had two estimates on a brand new HVAC system for our rental property and both were higher than we expected. Our back windshield that completely shattered due to the heat still hasn’t been fixed. And Everly is small, small enough that it warranted an appointment to be made with an endocrinologist to rule out various issues and discuss ways to treat her stunted growth if we need to. This news hit us in the pit of our stomachs. We knew she was small (of course) but never entertained the idea that it could be a problem.
My blog doesn’t always document the harder times because I don’t really see the point. But then I read other blogs and think, “Why are these people so perfect? Why are their lives so storybook?” and it’s because they’re picking & choosing what to share, just as I am.
So if you want the truth, things have SUCKED. Sad & expensive & scary & hot, hot, hot.
But perspective is everything and what are we gonna do? We just have to feel the emotion when it hits us, be sad about it, talk about it, worry about it, and keep going.
Swiffer vac the ants up and hope they don’t come back.
Let our baby girl go down the slide B’s parents bought her 101 times. Kiss Beckett’s little swollen gums and give him a dose of Ibuprofen so he can sleep off some of the pain.
Remember all the good. List it. Say it out loud. Give thanks for it. Move forward.
“Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.”