It's too tired

I'm absolutely spent. Work has kept up until 1:30 last night and 11 tonight. I close every night this week with one day off. We just lost one employee to college down in Sac last week, and this week one employee starts a two week vacation and another is due in four weeks so this is her last week. We are down to 6 employees for the next two weeks. I just read that ALL developmental and physical disabilities that my child could have are set by the end of the 10th week and I'm dying thinking about how I've taken care of myself (or not) this last week and what the next week looks like. Please be in prayer for the health of the baby and for myself. Emotionally, I've also taken a hard hit this week. Yeah, so that sucks too. Spiritually - well, I made it to church this week for the first time in about a month or something ridiculous like that but was 1/2 hour late due to extented family drama and just found out that I can't make life group this week. I'm reading the Bible when I can, but mostly it's been Air 1's verse of the day b/c extra time I find I try to devote to sleep or eating. I just don't haven't anything left. I want to ask for help, but I don't know what you could help with. Prayer I guess. Just pray. Thanks

To the women in my life.

I was sent this video by one of the Yaya's. For those of you who don't know who the yaya's are, they are like the pigeons in the video. I thought was appropriate to pass on to all of you. Enjoy.

I am too!

Just instilled a fear of spiders - oops!

We've tried really hard to not pass on any of our "irrational" fears or food preferences to Elliot. So even though I hate onions, I feed them to him. And even though Eric hates snakes, we'll show them to him when I find them in the garden. But today I failed!

Elliot needed to go potty so we went to the toilet and he said there was an "owie" in there (owies are hair that isn't on the head - like on the ground or in his mouth). He went to reach to get it out and I told him not to take things out of the toilet but right as I was reaching for his hand he touched the "owie" and it moved across the bowl of the toilet. As I saw the spider that was bigger than a golf ball (I'M NOT KIDDING) we both screamed and jumped back. I screamed b/c it was way too big to be in my house and I think Elliot screamed b/c the sudden movement startled him and then my scream just reinforced his feelings. Poor guy.

I ended up flushing the thing, but Elliot was wary to go potty after that. He finally went, but only after I explained the spider was all gone and down the toilet like his stink and he looked inside to make sure. I felt so bad for the kid I had to confess to someone! Thanks for being here!