who takes his vows seriously, even though I know how hard that must be some days.
especially lately, when each day is a mystery as to how I might feel.
even now, he is at church with Annie, as I spent the wee hours dry heaving into that beautiful porcelain goddess.
I even tried to get Annie up this morning, let him sleep some, but I barely got her into the highchair until it all started again, into a not so aromatic trashcan.
Annie spent the remainder of the morning, so I am told, spitting on the floor. they apparently copy everything.
I am finally up. The house is quiet. Pandora plays.
and I am drinking a Dr. Pepper. with sugar. because desperate times....
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