My name is Jenn, and I'm 26 years old and married to a wonderful man named Daniel. Together we have a five year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
I’m turning 25 on Saturday, but I swear I carry around the under-eye bags that most 40 year old women are sporting. I blame motherhood. 
Let’s face it, being a parent is a 24/7, 365 job, and in the moments you’re not parenting you’re busy cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, working, and perhaps even grabbing a little bit of time for yourself!
I’m so tempted to try some eye cream, but I can’t bring myself to quite do it, as it means admitting that I’m “aging” and may need some outside help to combat the signs of it. Heh. But there are plenty of reviews on best eye creams (speaking of reviews, check out the recent stuff I’ve posted to In My Bag!), so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try one or two. Because bags are just very unattractive!
Anyway, I need something to do. I have work to do, but I just want to relax and mush around a bit more. I need to get some food, as the food here in the hospice center is for the patients, I believe. There’s some leftover Chinese food in the fridge still, but I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with Chinese. I’ve eaten more of it in the past week than I have in the past two months! But getting food = leaving the hospice center, and I’m not sure if I should. My grandfather’s time left really is numbered in hours at worst, days at best (or, in terms of ending his suffering AND ours, hours at best, days at worst), so I don’t really want to leave him. He’s sleeping, but he responds when he hears us, so I want to continue to give him that comfort and assurance.
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Currently listening to: Sarah McLachlan – Just Like Me (Feat. DMC)
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