August kicks my ass. Every. Year.
One of our nieces was born four years ago today. She had a malfunctioning chamber and two holes in her heart. Two years ago next week, my father passed away. And twelve days from today, our youngest son will turn four.
I stayed up way past my bedtime last night (self-imposed bedtime that
is. I've been begging for a real one for ages, but he refuses to give me
one. Sigh. The inhumanity of it all). So of course, I woke up ready to go back to bed.
All in all, August is just a bit much lol.
All I want is one hour where I have no control. Over anything.
Just one hour...