Being Me…

I really wonder about myself these days.  I know that I’ve had a cold and I need rest.  However, this is really something.  In two days (not two together, mind you), I’ve had 24 hours of sleep!  I swear my body is just taking over and doing what it wants, despite the things I need to do.

I suppose it must be the cold.  I do tend to sleep more when I’m sick.  I have just never done it more than one day, not that I can remember.  I swear my husband was starting to think he’d have to come over and poke me or something, to make sure all was well.  (Just as well he didn’t - it certainly WOULDN’T have been after that!)

I guess this will pass; I certainly hope so.  I can’t keep up with this really, really short days!  I’ve got things that need doing!  I’ve got babies that need me!  (Ok, I’m trying to view this as quality father-and-children time, what do you think?)

I had a post recently about an ailing cousin; she’s been stricken with melanoma that seems to have spread throughout her body.  I’ve been too upset to really post much lately because of this; it is a miracle that I’ve not suffered this way too, because she and I are a lot alike in coloring.

When I made this post, I received one comment in reply; rather than encouraging me or comforting me, the person chose to tell me that the “sun hates whites” and “god hates whites” - that’s why we “burn” with skin cancer.  I deleted the entry and the post because I realized that responding to him the way I wanted to would simply inflame him and cause more hate to appear on my blog.  I’m just so disappointed; I really didn’t expect responses to my post, but I certainly didn’t expect hated to spew forth.  I have always known ignorance abounds on the internet, but I haven’t been touched by it much until now.  Apparently, it isn’t just whites that are racists or bigots.

I don’t even know what else to say.  I am just speechless.

Literally!  I had one yesterday and I had forgotten just what a pain in the arm they are.  My arm feels like someone punched it pretty hard.

Really, I guess I can’t complain.  My poor little daughter had five shots yesterday at her four-month checkup.  She was a bit cranky the rest of they day and I can’t really blame her.  There she was, having a perfectly quiet, nice morning when she was yanked out of her comfort zone, bundled up, put in the dreaded car seat and driven somewhere really unpleasant.  Then she was undressed, poked, prodded, stretched, and stuck five times!  Oh the indignities of it all.

Things seem to have settled back down today; she’s been smiling and cooing at me which always cheers me up.  How can you not smile back at a baby?