The past few days have been ridiculous, ranging from a seven-hour E.R. visit for Nanny involving extreme memory loss (she told me she was born on Christmas of 1900—her real birthday is Dec. 26, 1925) to a 45-minute tantrum from Ethan.
Please excuse me for a day or two while I attempt to access Zen. Or, if that fails, stomp around the backyard screaming and shaking my fist at the universe. The choice is yours. <--Not really, but that sounds more ominous, right?
I wouldn't necessarily call being off by a day and 25 years extreme memory loss. I'd call it rounding down to the nearest hundred.
Hugs for you, lady.
wow i hope everything is okay now...
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