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I miss my mom so much. I can't believe it's been over a week since they have come in and this Sunday marks a week that they've been gone. Time always seems to go so slowly after they leave. It almost feels like a time shift has happened and the world is trying to make it right and by the time the shift has been fixed; it's Christmas time and they are back again. I am trying to keep my head up and stay positive. After all, Thanksgiving is only 6 months and a few days away. Not that I'm keeping track or anything.

Times like this I wish I had an actual journal that I could write stuff down in. I love my online blog but I don't show it near enough attention so tomorrow I am heading off to the store and buying a decent journal.

I need to talk to my brother-in-law tomorrow to see if he has a buyer for my kindle and if not I'll just bring it back home with me and keep it. Or sell it to my dad. I know it may come in handy for him while on vacation at the end of this month.

Let's see, what else? Oh, yes. My son managed to get his hands on our potato peeler and managed to slice into his nail and skin. I accidentally tore off his nail while I was trying to keep pressure on his finger and he kept jerking his hand all over the place and it tore off. It took it at least an hour for the bleeding to slow down and another hour for the bleeding to stop completely. I had to let the blood cake around his finger in order to get it stop because every time I wiped the blood away it would start bleeding again. Hopefully, tomorrow during bath time it doesn't start bleeding again.

I do feel so guilty for not paying closer attention to what he was doing. I thought he was getting into the computer desk, where he keeps some of his toys, and I thought nothing of it. The strange part is that he didn't start crying or freaking out until I made a fuss over it and tried stopping the bleeding. Even after everything was said and done, he still went a mile a minute and didn't slow down until about 11:30 when he finally passed out. I love my child but I love it even more when he sleeps so that I can have some time for myself and go to the bathroom without being screamed at from the gate at the bottom of the steps.

Anyways, I don't have much else to say so I'm going to sign off for the night. I hope tomorrow (well today now) is MUCH better than Friday.