Generally speaking, Monday and I don’t get along. We’ve been doing this same song and dance for my entire adult life. I feel like Monday tends to shit all over me and that sucks. Typically, I don’t even bring it up because Monday will simply reply with fuck you, I missed a spot.
It’s been a pretty rough morning and I doubt that surprises anyone. Both boys aren’t feeling well. I called the school and said I was giving Emmett a late start to see if he’d feelnbeeter enough to make it the rest of the day. He made it through his second class and couldn’t go any further.
Elliott wasn’t feeling well either but he was able to push through his morning classes.
Gavin’s currently receiving his IVIG Infusion and I’m barely keeping my eyes open.
The goal for today is to get prepped for cooking our turkey. It’s either going to be today or tomorrow because it’s pretty much thawed and in need of cooking. I have a few items arriving late from Amazon today that we need before we can start but I’m hoping to put the turkey in the over either today or tomorrow.
The kids are excited but also not feeling well. I’m not sure how this is going to go.