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<\/p>\nAs proof that my husband has been out of town, I have a sore neck like you wouldn’t believe. This week I have slept in the weirdest positions as a little boy and a dog both tried to snuggle up to me on these cold Ohio nights.<\/p>\n
I don’t know why they both insist on occupying a quarter of our king size bed, the same quarter I was sleeping in- but they do.<\/p>\n
Last night when I got up (again) to check on Eva, to see why she was crying- or to find Barley, our big Golden Retriever that was hiding in Blake and Cole’s bathroom (although I didn’t know, and couldn’t find her)…. I came back in and stared at the bed, contemplating sleeping on Andy’s side. The 3\/4ths of the bed that was totally empty. But for some unknown reason I crawled back into my small side, curled up in the fetal position, pushed Cole’s head gentle to the other side of my pillow, tugged the covers over Shiloh- and claimed my spot. And now my neck hurts and my eyes have that scratchy sandpaper feel of just not enough sleep.<\/p>\n
Life has been a tad challenging lately. And I wish I knew when it was going to get better.<\/p>\n
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But even with these big life changes hanging over our heads, I am trying to make life as normal as I can. It’s not easy. The kids are stressed, I am stressed. I wish I had a crystal ball….<\/p>\n
But I don’t<\/p>\n
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So we try to do the best we can. And hope everything works out for the best.<\/p>\n
Tonight Cole got a call from his best friend- asking for a school night sleep-over. A chain of events that was set off by a group of moms all solo parenting it right now.<\/p>\n
My little boy has been stressed out<\/em> lately<\/p>\n So I let him go.<\/p>\n And tonight I will sleep with just a dog, until an airplane brings my husband back home.<\/p>\n And tomorrow? It’s Friday. Yee Haw.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As proof that my husband has been out of town, I have a sore neck like you wouldn’t believe. This week I have slept in the weirdest positions as a little boy and a dog both tried to snuggle up to me on these cold Ohio nights. I don’t know why they both insist on occupying a quarter of our king size bed, the same quarter I was sleeping in- but they do. Last night when I got up (again) to check on Eva, to see why she was crying- or to find Barley, our big Golden Retriever that was hiding in Blake and Cole’s bathroom (although I didn’t know, and couldn’t find her)…. I came back in and stared at the bed, contemplating sleeping on Andy’s side. The 3\/4ths of the bed that was totally empty. But for some unknown reason I crawled back into my small side, curled up in the fetal position, pushed Cole’s head gentle to the other side of my pillow, tugged the covers over Shiloh- and claimed my spot. And now my neck hurts and my eyes have that scratchy sandpaper feel of just not enough sleep. Life has been a tad challenging lately. And I wish I knew when it was going to get better. But even with these big life changes hanging over our heads, I am trying to make life as normal as I can. It’s not easy. The kids are stressed, I am stressed. I wish I had a crystal ball…. But I don’t So we try to do the best we can. And hope everything works out for the best. Tonight Cole got a call from his best friend- asking for a school night sleep-over. A chain of events that was set off by a group of moms all solo parenting it right now. My little boy has been stressed out lately So I let him go. And tonight I will sleep with just a dog, until an airplane brings my husband back home. And tomorrow? It’s Friday. Yee Haw.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":6940,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,9,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6939","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family","category-farm","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/IMG_8011copy-copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6939","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6939"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6939\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18004,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6939\/revisions\/18004"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6940"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6939"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6939"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6939"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/IMG_8044copy.jpg\" "\\"IMG_8044copy\\"")
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