Thought I'd be ok since I was doing well the past two days. As it turns out, I acted a little prematurely. I'm still not that bad, meaning as bad as I know it could be, but I am scared to leave the house to take my daughter to piano lessons. She's sick anyway, or so she says, but I'm making her go to piano. She missed last week and we're paying for these lessons. She also enjoys piano quite a bit. She practiced an hour yesterday and over an hour today, even though she claimed she was sick and missed school. David let her miss school. She stayed home with him.
She doesn't have a fever or anything. There are chunks of blood coming from me.
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