Oh, My head is spinning. Where do I even start?

My FIL is in the hospital with heart problems. That Guy I Married left the country to go be with him. He’s been gone for six days.

Six.

And I’m starting to feel it.

Four trips to Target. Babyfood, diapers wipes. More baby food. Shorts (it’s been 100 degrees all week).

A trip to the mall for shorts that actually fit.

Half a dozen trips to restaurants because my mother doesn’t cook.

This week, I’ve eaten fast food from Carl’s Jr, Del Taco, McDonald’s, Jack n the Box, In n Out, Panera Bread, and two diners.

And two homecooked meals from Ducky’s godmother and my stepmom.

600 miles in six days. To the airport, to the godparents, to work, to the godparents, to the grandparents, to my best friend’s house, back to work, back to the grandparents. No more driving.

It’s four in the morning, and the kid is actually asleep, I should be sleeping. But my mind is going in six different directions.