Day 24

Today was a good day. Cale and I took a field trip to pick up some embroidery supplies and odds and ends to keep our crafty selves busy. 

The glucose test came back fine (hallelujah), so I don't have to worry about that anymore. Gray is practicing his ninja moves, Cale is in the tub, and we will be watching Big Brother shortly. 

*oh. To recap last week, Austin was HOH, he sent Johnny Mac home, Johnny Mac won the jury comp, so he's back. Vanessa is HOH. She put up Meg and James. James won veto, so she put up the other twin... Whatever her name is. 

I spoke too soon. After his bath, Cale lost his damn mind. One of the golf clubs is now in the trash (I warned him), the dogs are mad, he has spent more time IN timeout than he has OUT of it, and he told me to shut up while I was disciplining  him for being mean to the dogs. Lost. His. Mind. 

We went to bed. 

He calmed down pretty quickly, told me he was sorry about 100 times and cuddled until he fell asleep. Now I'm in bed with heartburn so bad that I have to sit up, and I can even feel it in my back. Ugh. Just a few more months. 

Miss you so much. I'd give just about anything for a hug tonight, and for you to be able to tell me it will all be fine, but these big girl panties will have to do for now. I got this. Don't worry. I love you to the moon and back. Muah.