Anaya has been having a rough day. She has needed oxygen blowing in her face to keep her color. She's sleepy and seems out of sorts.
I remember I said I'd tell you a secret today. No I'm not Pregnant! The secret is that I'm mrs. Fixit. Lol. Brent's never around, he's working so much. I've taken matters into my own hands. I fixed my van door, put up curtain rods, fixed the leaky tap (well- I called the plumber), and I even used the power tools! I can find my way around the tool box thanks to Brent for giving me the tour.
I'm sorry, I feel i'm rambling. I'm exhausted. Must sleep.