Yay! Marshall was supposed to have to have worked out of town tonight but he just called and said they got everything done so he's coming home. I'm SO glad because more than anything else in this world, I hate being home by myself. When Brooke lived home she would sleep with me so I wouldn't be such a chicken. Well, you can't really call it "sleep" ---it's more like "Combative Dreaming" because mostly you're trying to keep her from hitting you during the middle of the night. I try to get Cain to sleep in there with me but he says I wouldn't be able to afford the therapy he'd need later in life if he did, which I thought just flat out rude! :o) Anyway, yay, Marshall is coming home. :)I'm out of my fog. I guess I just needed to recover from my trip. I feel so much better. I'm glad, too. I have had so much going on in my life these past few months and as I've said previously, I'm seeing the light at the end of this dark tunnel I was in. Everything is good--or getting better. :)
Have a good night!
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Your statement about how your daughter thrashes around in bed reminded me that my youngest always did the same thing. When the girls were younger and I was divorced, I'd have them both in the bed with me. It was good for all of us during those rough times, but Becca? Oh myyy, she'd kick and toss and turn and her foot would end up under my chin or in her sister's ribs every night! We had fun, though :)
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