Friday, June 20, 2008
Because I haven't been feeling well, I have been on survival mode lately. Make sure the boys are fed & don't die. That's my only concern. I stay in bed most of the day, they come get me when they need me. So Grant comes to me & says, "mom, help me clee up" I start thinking, if Grant is wanting to clean up something, that's not a good sign. So I get up, & this is what I see.