This song has been sung to the little ones in my family for YEARS. I'm told my Gramma sung it to my mom, aunts, and uncles, and I learned it when my mom would sing it to my little brother . . .
. . . and now I sing it to my very good friend Natalie's baby, too. It's a miracle song . . . if he's fussing, he quiets, if he's being stubborn during a meal and won't open up and eat, he eats. So far, it hasn't failed me once.
I'm not sure what it is, but I've been having a really hard time getting back into this blog. It's strange . . . I really WANT to write . . . and I have a lot going on in my life that can be written about . . . but I just can't seem to make myself write.
I have to wonder if it has to do with the stress level being at such a monumentally high level that the little bit of stress I feel when writing about (and therefore thinking about) these things is just enough to push me over the edge.
Even writing this post is like pulling teeth. I hate it. I want to write. I want to put my thoughts into words and work them out and understand them better like I usually do . . .
. . . but it's just not happening.
Sorry for being such a sucktacular blogger as of late, folks . . . I'm workin' on it.
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