Those are Some Big Shoes to Fill

Literally. Wes has some big shoes to fill. I know this because when I just went down to get Brooks a bottle (another topic that I will get to momentarily) and I stepped on the hardwoods on the main floor (in my bare feet) I was in immediate pain from the cold of the floor. I decided to power through it basically ran to the kitchen....which has tile floor....yowza! So I immediately ran back to the place where Wes and I constantly argue over him leaving his shoes in the middle of the floor and slipped a toasty warm, quite large Allen Edmonds loafer on my foot. You are probably wondering why a boy with such expensive taste in shoes would leave them haphazardly in the middle of the room? Good luck with that one, but for once out of 413 times I was happy they were there. I was able to make the bottle (after freezing my hands off washing them in water that had not warmed up enough yet) and walk it up the stairs while wearing the shoes....a big no no in this house for a little girl who always has to be reminded she can't wear mommy's shoes down the stairs since they are too big....I guess now is the time to pull out the "do as I say,not as I do" card. And I suppose I need to order some new slippers.

So Brooks. Darn kid stopped sleeping through the night. During a chemo week. I really do think he's teething and I guess most kids wake up at least once when teething but um, we're tired, so knock it off. You spoiled us for two months and we are not willing to go back to the way it was before that. You know, when you cried and Daddy got up and changed and fed you and mommy slept or maybe woke up but didn't remember it because she takes ambien, but the mommy felt guilty the next day. Mommy was raised Irish Catholic, she doesn't need any more guilt. So what do you say to sleeping through the night again, ok sweet boy? Thanks. I'm glad we had this talk.

Otherwise, I have insomnia and a headache. Tomorrow is going to suck. Before cancer there was simply not enough of me to go around to all the meetings we have and handle the other functions of my job, and now that I am in essence working a reduced schedule, it's pretty stressful. And I feel crummy for 10 days a month, so it is effecting my self esteem a bit. I take pride in my work and have fairly high standards for my staff so this has been a huge lesson in not sweating the small stuff....which is made easier by the fact that our job has very little small stuff. We usually have insane fires to put out or significant program overhauls that needed to be implemented yesterday. But at least I'm not sweating the small stuff, whatever that is.