Emma’s doing better. Now the pain meds are making her nauseated but at least she’s been able to sleep.

Me on the other hand… I’m wrung out. I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Complete with shin splints. From Emma whacking me with her cast when she turned over last night.

I do not do needy very well.

Do you ever feel like you are an *emotional suck* on your friends? {envision water going down the drain and then you hear that big slurping sound} I have that feeling. This year has just been so nonstop drama in my house. It’s been humbling. I wonder if the lesson I am supposed to be learning is to be a better taker? Because all this shit keeps happening and if I need to be a better taker to make it stop, I’ll get it this time. I really will!! Just. Make. It. All. Stop.

I’m off to go shopping for a party I’m having tomorrow. Heh. Yeah. Isn’t that great? I should have canceled it. But I thought Em would come through the surgery better. It will all work out.

I’m off to the grocery store. I think chocolate chip cookie dough would make me feel a lot better.

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