We did visit her briefly today to give her some scratches and love. She was very happy to see C., her favorite human.

I’m… kinda a mess. Mostly keeping together when I need to be practical but there are moments where I let go and just cry.

Fluids have helped. Antibiotics… eh, maybe? Her latest blood results show mixed improvement and decline in areas and basically amount to showing the infection is still there.

She still hasn’t eaten anything so they’re keeping her another night.

Not a good or bad thing. Just an observation. All the parent responsibilities are like blinders for me so I tend to filter out the extraneous stuff.
There’s also that I don’t ever feel like I’ve nailed down a personal aesthetic beyond comfy and practical.

Meanwhile, I’m constantly dressing in whatever I find comfy (jeans, nerd print leggings, graphic tshirts, flannel, etc)…
And I can’t remember the last time a stranger attempted to flirt or hit on me. Honestly, I feel like I’ve turned into a generic background character in most scenarios.

No, handwashing dishes isn’t that bad. But we’re also in a spot where that added time for the labor isn’t something I can fit in well without giving up on someone’s well being.

It’s a small thing, but it’s funny how it hit me.

I love my kid, but… NEVER!
Tattoos are… a very head space heavy experience. Having a kid sharing the same physical space would kill that vibe so hard and I’d spend the entire time full of worry and anxiety.

Also my kid would get bored and find trouble. So much trouble.

How it opens. Also, shiny balloons!

I also really like this piece since I specifically stuck with only three colors (purple, red, and green) and tried to shade everything I could with just those.

And yes, technically mine was an elective procedure. Still, it's baffling that this is how things are.