It's been a crazy month in the Smalltown Mom extended family.
A few weeks ago, my father-in-law's wife passed away unexpectedly.
Last week, our 26-year-old nephew had a heart attack. (He's doing OK now.)
The Handy Husband and I were really hoping that bad things wouldn't come in threes. But there's old Murphy skulking around in the background, doncha know.
My father has a brain tumor.
Hello? Powers That Be? Universe? We're done now. Please stop with this stuff.
P.S. I love you, Daddy.