Stick A Fork In A Crap Week

Well, peeps.

I haven’t been posting, because I haven’t been overly enthusiastic about, well, anything, this week.

Dreary weather, cranky kids, over-worked and triggered spouse, tons of evening commitments, two early-release school days, tween breakdowns over impending middle school life (daily), occasionally-vomiting puppy, and…oh, yeah, another sick kid who’s been home the past two days.

I think it says pretty much ALL that needs to be said about my mental state when my favorite baristas wrote personalized messages on my cup yesterday, and I cried.

Just a tiny slice of kindness and positivity amidst a crummy week. 

I’m sure this also speaks to the fact that maybe Coda and I drive thru the coffee line a little too much. But I fail to care about that. ;)

I’m so, so sad for my eldest, who has been really ill the past two days. Her fever has soared to 104 in the afternoons, she’s carrying around a personal fan just to cope, and her cough is awful.

Yes, we’ve been to the doc. Yes, it’s viral. Yes, the doc’s a bit stumped that flu didn’t pop. And…yes, it will (eventually) pass.



I have so many catch-up posts to do, but little will to do them.

So, for now…let Coda’s vibe be my vibe:



At least we made it to Friday, peeps.

Over and out.