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...He sends updates on FIL's condition about twice a day. Those remind me so much of the medical bulletins I received recovering in the hospital after birthing CheekyBub. Except that those were fake. These are real.

Adulting is not a joy anymore. Rather than building things, currently I feel like I am just trying to keep the ship from sinking. 

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  1. This is the unfortunate part of being adults - trying to maintain the status quo when the world is in upheaval.

    I'm sorry this brings back sore memories of CheekyBub. :(

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  2. I don't understand the feeling of trying to keep your head above water and feeling like it is a losing battle. Hang in there, my friend. Sending you lots of love and strength. Xoxo

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    1. Sigh. I SO understand...my phone hates me.

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