Six months have gone by

I have this annoying memory. I can't tell you where my keys are, ever, but I remember dates, good and bad. So today marks six months exactly that I was laid off. Boo. How on earth has six months gone by already?

More importantly, what does my work wardrobe even look like and where did I stash it? Signed, living in track and yoga pants.

So I should have some kind of deep insights, self-reflections, something like that. Nope. Our poor little toddler man was up crying off and on all night, coughing. I took him to the doctor this morning -- fortunately, no ear infection, which is what I suspected. Just a nasty cold and cough. Baby C, six weeks old as of yesterday, is healthy and going through a growth spurt. Which means she wants to eat all.the.time. I feel like a cow. And my teenager just texted me to say he puked at school and can I come get him? My sister will be arriving in a couple of hours and I haven't finished cleaning it, I haven't had a chance to shower, am just now getting to eat breakfast at 10 and my chances of getting a run this morning are dminishing rapidly.

But hey, we're handling it and trying to keep our sense of humor around here. And if I can handle all that, surely, that would make me a very good employee for someone, right?