Wow.

First off, what is up with me awake at 6am and compelled to blog?!?!?!

I'm a fruit cake.

Needless to say... I ate like CRAP all weekend.  This morning, I've been in the bathroom for HOURS.

To think what BAD food does to you and your body!! 

I shouldn't have done it.  I mean when we went out to dinner Saturday night for my birthday, I didn't even touch the little piece of cake they brought me. 

Didn't Even Touch It.

I did take a picture of it, though. 

Gosh, I wish I could share my heart with you about my weekend.  But, it really is one of those instances in life where it's important for me to just shut up.

And save it for the therapist.

This is one session I gotta pay for. 

It all started on  Wednesday night...then escalated to the grand finale of my poor sweet son falling off a deck and hitting his head on concrete.

I was worried to death about him.  He was so pitiful.  We were over at my neighbors yesterday morning playing in the pool....and lunchtime he wiped out.

I laid next to him when he napped...scared to heavens he may have had a concussion.

Hindsight, I should have taken him to the hospital...but I didn't think it was that bad.  (It was about a foot fall.  A SHORT deck.)

Ok.  Time for me to get up-wash the dust off the weekend and enter into a great new day.  New Week. 

New Year.