a thousand blue fish

So my weekend went like this: My hope is not what it should be, hoplessness is starting to creep in Emiel leaves for camp I watch a stupid movie and feel scared My hope fades just a bit more I do my very best to keep my little people happy and content while their daddy is away Alexander is really not happy his daddy is away My hope continues fading I have plans to go my parents for Saturday Phone my dad who says my mom has had another allergic reaction to a medication I end up trying to clean and leave later then expected Get a text message from my dad saying I need to get there He needs to go out and my mom doesn't want to be left alone Suddenly it dawns on me that this reaction is quite serious My hope is fading fast I arrive at my parents' house with the littlies in tow I rush to my mom who has been trying to sleep She asks if her eyes are red Her face is swollen This is the third reaction And this time it was to Paracetamol (one of the components in the other meds) My mom...

My brother brought a request to my mom a couple of weeks back.  He wanted a backpack.  It had to have leather and and other fabric.  It had to have a rustic, yet fashionable look- no to fashionable, not to rustic.  My brilliant mom, who does not often back down from a challenge, starts exploring and creates a pattern.   And voila: I am so proud of my moo!!!  I am going to say goodbye, because my battery is about to die and the cable is not working.  I could cry but I think I'll rather not.  Have a gorgeous weekend!