Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Thanks to this stuff, which I truly think was sent from Heaven, I can breathe again. In fact, I even had my first 2 hours of consecutive sleep when I actually had a deep rest between the hours of 3pm-5pm. I probably would have slept even longer, except my wonderful husband and his bad timing called to tell me he loved me and woke me up.

All though there is a down side. While it advertises it will last for 12 hours, in my experience it only works for 5, but those blessed 5 hours are wonderful. That's 5 less hours in the day that I don't have to remind myself to "Breathe. Breathe. Open your mouth and breathe, Alicia, your getting dizzy from lack of oxygen again." I am typically not a mouth breather and crap if it isn't slightly difficult to change your natural habits.

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In other news, we are leaving tomorrow morning for a week of house hunting down at the Mason Dixon Line. If you remember our last house hunting trip, I think this one should be a little more productive but hopefully not lacking in the fun and excitement we had.

Oh, and the kicker of all this... Kyra fell face first onto our fake hard wood floor tonight and now has a pretty reminder of it. How many prospective land lords do you think are going to take one look at her face and deny us a house because our daughter looks like a child abuse victim?