I'm in one of those moods where I would usually call my mom and she would say, "Gosh I'm glad you're not here." And she would kind of mean it, and kind of not. One of those moods.
I really should be doing about a trillion different things. Packing for camp, finishing an unfinished, time-sensitive, camp-related project, cleaning my house, etc. Instead I'm blogging.
I've been put on some different medications and one of them is making me sick as hell. I've thrown up every day this week except Wednesday. (Even last night, in case the in-laws are reading this. Right when we got home.)
Mission-Fuge is next week. We leave Monday for Alabama. I really do not know how I'm going to get through this week if I keep feeling bad. The doctor changed my prescription, under the condition that I finish my current one, the one causing all the problems. I just so happen to have 1 more week left on it.
I've lost 5 lbs this week and my legs shake when I walk. So this really is just perfect timing to be trekking off to Alabama for a week.
Ah, dear reader, I'm not asking for your pity. Just pray that the kids would really hear from the Lord this week. And that I won't hurl all over the interior of the church van.