One Bad Day.

You have Roseola! You had a fever for a few days, and your mother's anxiety was out of control. We took you to the doctor several times, but they kept saying it was some sort of virus and you would be fine. Three days later you broke out into a rash all over! Roseola is a virus that spreads from someone having a cold. You are so irritable and tired. So waking up this morning, I new you would be a little upset. I had no clue what kind of a day I was in for. When we woke up drilling started. Now this has happened all summer and I complain about it constantly to the office, but annoyingly enough they say they can't help because work has to be done. The drilling was so loud you and I went crazy. Seriously, I almost checked us both into a nut house. I decided to take us downstairs to do lots of laundry. You were super crabby so I decided to try and put you down. Sure enough you slept for a little. I was able to shower and then the drilling started again, so you were up. By the time I got downstairs someone had thrown all our laundry out of the dryer and onto a table. I was pretty livid. I always wait on people and I have a baby, and still no courtesy was used for us. When we went back upstairs the drilling was so LOUD you started crying because it was scary. I packed you up in the stroller to go grocery shopping. You screamed throughout the first grocery. Yes we go to two groceries. By the second I wanted to pull my hair out. I was crying while walking up and down the isles. On the walk home, I couldn't even hold all the groceries because my skirt kept flying up. It is 90 degrees in Chicago, but you must wear shorts or pants because the wind is out of control. I stopped and put my groceries down. I couldn't walk because of my skirt. That is when I said how I felt out loud, and many people were starring. Our bags were heavy and I wanted to be back in Indiana! Once we got back to our place, I stopped in the hallway to catch my breath and calm down. I slid down the wall and looked at you. That is when I looked up and thanked God. Thank you God for allowing me to stay home part time and watch over our Cealy. Thank you for allowing Danny and I to feed Cealy and keep her safe. And I prayed for all those women who are single mothers with no help. When you are having a BAD day, just thank God for what you have. There are many people in this world with a much more difficult life. We must thank God for ours.