The Universe Hates Me Update
So the reason that I posted such a depressing post last time was that it was four in the morning...on the second of now four nights in a row of James having a middle-of-the-night 2 hour stretch of not sleeping. As anyone who has experienced this before will attest, that feels like the end of the world.
But also? There is a lot of stress circulating around our house right now. Please pray or wish or incant or whatever you do that we will have a clear path ahead of us, and that it be one that is good for us all. Right now we don't know what that is, in so many ways. I don't mean to be cryptic but there are just a lot of ways in which we are floundering, and I don't want to go into them all. Some are too personal, some are things we don't want the Internets to have free reign with. But hopefully we can elaborate more sometime soon.
Anyway. Yet another reason I feel like the Universe hates me is that this is the fourth weekend in a row that we have a brand-new illness. Therefore, not only do we always feel like poo, our house is nasty, about a million times worse than its usual disorderly state, because we are always too sickly to feel up to cleaning it. So...pray for cleaning fairies?
And also...with this illness comes a very rough and deep cough. In fact, tonight right after dinner, I started coughing so hard that I coughed some of my food up, which of course then gagged me and then I threw my entire dinner up.