Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time there was a girl named Amy. She was a busy Mommy who just so happened to be pregnant with her second little boy. Life was good, but Amy was tired. She had been solo parenting since Tuesday at 6:00 in the morning since her husband Jeremy had to go out of state on business.

Amy did fine managing the household and working until a vicious head cold came out of nowhere and proceeded to knock her out. It really was too bad for Amy that a terrible storm had come up, and she was stuck at the house with no pregnancy safe medication to take, and it was raining too hard to go get something.

So she toughed it out (because what other choice did she have?) and her and Jackson went to bed on time and life was good until 2:30 in the morning when she started coughing so hard that she started to throw up. And the evil dog Macy did nothing to help Amy out, especially when she kept wanting to go in and out at 3:00 in the morning and bark at the entire neighborhood.

Then the next morning Amy had to get herself ready, her son ready, and then drive over 300 miles around the state working, only to get home and have to get ready to go to church to teach missions class.

And thankfully by the time she got home from church, her prince had arrived back at home, just in time for her to pop some Sudafed and drift off for a long winters nap.

Or something like that.

The End.