Well, it's been two months since we found out my daughter had leukemia. Two very long months. We've been back in the hospital twice since her initial diagnosis. The first time was for two weeks, which really stunk. The second time was just a quickie to get fluids into her so she'd stop throwing up. Poor little baby.

She's handling her treatment a lot better than I would. She's been poked so many times and had so much blood drawn from her she reminds me of a vampire victim. What she has been through is so horrible to witness, yet she's dealing with it so well, it makes me feel bad for whining.

Oh yeah, I'm doing a lot of whining. At least on the inside. It's hard to whine to other people. They see my baby dealing with so much, how dare I complain?

I'm daring here. I figure no one reads this anymore because I rarely blog so it's safe for me to bitch and moan.

I'm thrilled that she's doing so well, but I'm tired. And it's HARD to be there for everyone. My other two daughters are feeling the strain, especially my middle one. It's hard to get angry at her when she gets jealous of all the presents the baby is getting, but it's also hard to try to make her happy when there's only so much money to go around.

To add to the strain, the girls start school next week, I go to New Orleans next week, and then I start my full time teaching job the day after I get back.

Can you say stress?

I'm trying, really really trying, to take one day at a time. Hopefully, if I can follow the one day at a time mantra, I'll survive this.

But I'll probably still bitch, hahahahaha