Clueless

I've been having one of those weeks. You know the kind where you realize you have absolutely no idea what you are doing but you are going to do the best you can until you figure it out.

Let me be more specific. We've been sick in the Kiser house this week. Karis woke up in the middle of the night Monday "getting sick." It was pretty scary for a while there. Then, a few days later, just as she got better I woke up in the middle of the night "getting sick." Well then she woke up this morning and "got sick" again.

(P.S. do you like how for some reason I don't like to say vomit on my blog. I'll talk about sex but I don't like to say vomit. Strange how I don't want to gross you out but I'm totally comfortable talking about the most intimate thing on the planet.)

All that to say it has been a pretty fussy week in the Kiser house. Most of it Karis, but I'd be lying if I said all of it. There have been so many times that she was crying and I'd tried it all, and finally I would just hold her and say over and over again: "I love you baby, but I don't know how to help you..."

I had flashbacks to the newborn days and, for now, this bug has served as good birth-control as I was feeling a bit of baby fever come on as we approach the first birthday.

What about you? I'd love to hear the last time you felt clueless. It can be your way to vent. Or your way to laugh at yourself publicly. Or just your way to encourage others. If there is one lesson I've learned in my 29 years of life, it's to live genuinely. To share your weakness with others. To tell on yourself. To dethrone yourself as often as possible. So ladies, let me hear it. Let's laugh with one another today.