I've decided in the last few days that life is hard. REALLY hard. I'm not going to say that I bit off more than I could chew. It's more like when you're feeding a baby with a spoon, and you give them a little more of those mashed peaches than their teeny mouth can handle. They want the peaches, they really do, but they just can't keep it all in. I feel like someone is pushing the peaches a little faster than I can handle right now.
I love peaches. I really do. I just need to learn how to eat faster.
In other news, I'm really getting psyched for Christmas. I can't wait to see my mama and daddy! Unfortunately, my mama isn't doing so well. She's got a bad sore throat that turned into blisters on her vocal chords. She's on total vocal rest (no talking, whispering, laughing, crying or making ANY noise) for three weeks. If all goes well, she'll get to talk at Christmas, but not for the first half of me being there. I think there will have to be some sign language and note passing going on... Poor mama! Keep her in your prayers please, if you're the praying type. I want her to get better RIGHT NOW.
More later, I'll try not to blog slack.