So we had our annual yard sale this past weekend. And as always, there proved to be some interesting people and plenty of frustrations along side of making some extra dough and spending a day with my dear friend. I realized that as the weekend approached that I had made it a year since the drama or should I say trauma that following last years sell. So for those of you who I didn't know....here is the post from then: Who Know That Nightmare Where You're Naked In Public? As I sat nursing 8 week old Wyatt that rare but all too memorable gurgle hit my stomach. That bubbling from something being not quite right in my gut. About five minutes later I hurry to the bathroom. I felt better...for the moment. However about every 20 minutes thereafter, it was getting more sever.I sat there on my porcelain throne, trembling and worried. The trash can dumped out on the floor so I would have a bucket to vomit in. Debating whether to call someone to come over for help and to watch the kids ...
Just a woman in it for the long haul of marriage, gaining humility thru this parenting gig and slinging hope and humor to those around me.