This morning at 4AM, Andrew and I were awakened to the sound of our oldest cat vomiting...all over our bed. I'll be honest, with my youngest child being 11, I thought we were beyond the stage of cleaning up vomit in the middle of the night, but not so it seems. I cleaned things up, put bedding in the washer, and then proceeded to lay in bed because I couldn't fall back to sleep. I finally managed to so sometime around 6, and then, astonishingly, the telephone rang at 7AM. It was my mother. She was planning to bring down some supplies for our reunion tomorrow, but had decided she didn't really have time and could Andrew meet her as we had discussed earlier. Sure, but I didn't have to be awake yet! Thomas had a scout meeting this morning, so needless to say, we didn't bother to go back to sleep. As it turns out, all three kids were awake and moving prior to 8AM. I'll be honest, that doesn't bode well for the harmony of the day.
I am hoping that the first eight hours of August are not an indication of the month as a whole. To be completely honest, August is often my least favorite month of the year, and has been for decades. Over the course of various years, August brought the deaths of my grandfather and two great-uncles, a friend's leukemia diagnosis, some health issues for myself, my father's BOOP diagnosis, a car accident for Andrew, my dad having shingles, and various other less-than-fun events. The good news is that there is plenty of time still this month to make it a great one!
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