Nothing is real

I'm not one for cursing (unless I'm doing home repair), but this last week has been shit. Mike's been dealing with some pretty tough stuff over the past few days, and this stuff has meant that he's needed to be out of town. It's been hard, wanting to be with him to support him, but being unable to help. And at the same time, he feels like he wants to be home with us--he misses the boys and I think he feels bad leaving me to deal with everything on the home front.

There's no easy solution here, and no answer as to when things will be better. It just sucks. And I don't mean to be vague and weird about what's going on, but I want to respect everyone involved and that means I just need to keep my fat trap shut. But I think I would have felt even weirder if I didn't mention it at all. So for now we'll just say things are crappy. The icing on the cake for me was waking up at 1 am to Grady puking all over his crib. Nice. He's fine this morning, so I'm hoping it was just an isolated incident and not some virus that's going to get us all. That's really the last thing we need right now.

About the only good thing that has happened lately is that Mike got picked in the lottery to buy ALCS tickets. We got two nosebleeds for game four next Tuesday, and I'm very excited. It's been great having the Tribe in the postseason again, and it was even better seeing them eliminate the Yankees. Unfortunately, the current situation doesn't lend itself to us attending baseball games together (at least, not weeknight ones). So maybe Mike will find someone to take, and that will be good. He needs a break.