The day after Christmas, Jagger got his tonsils out. Oh, boy! This has been something else. The day of surgery went wonderful. All I could think is how quickly he is going to recover. He was pretty much ready for steak that night. Well, that night and the next day things got a little worse and each day since it has gotten progressively worse. We have got to be hitting a peak and then things can get better, right? It is a fight to take medicine, eat, drink, everything. I don't know who is more miserable him or me. I just feel terrible for him. I just want what is best for him. My patience is nearly gone. I hope things get better. I am exhausted. These are the times when motherhood is not fun.

Trying This Out

I've seen a lot of blogs and thought I'd try it out! We'll see if I find time to keep it up.