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Life had creeped and crawled to a manageable pace, and there was time for books and gardens, mopped floors and meals. I thought it would last forever, but I woke up this morning to a mess and some stress, to small coughs and runny noses. I have a full schedule this week, with a topping of Disneyland at the end of it.
I won't do the dishes tonight. There aren't many (since our dinner was turkey caravan rolls courtesy of Costco with a side of chocolate milk).
Instead I will carve out some "me" time, and spend most of it waffling between the DVR and the Internet. I will make plans for rainbow sherbert scoops and I will tell people to stop "falling" out of their bed. I will listen to small ones sing songs about the Farmer, who is apparently taking YOUR wife these days.
We are all sick here, with phlegm and mucus and sinus headaches. My house is a Level Five disaster. My eyes are burning with tiredness and I think I have Walking Pneumonia. I am having reoccurring nightmares involving 3 hour lines at Disneyland with a screaming toddler. So, why am I so joyful?
Because!
Tonight my kids are singing in their bed and my husband is playing Dodgeball.
The yellow team on Derrick's Dodgeball League has wisely chosen the name Urine Trouble. Bah!HA!HA!
I've had a weekend of friends and food.
I said Rainbow Sherbert earlier right? Rainbow Sherbert.
Mismatched Pajamas (because it fits with the sort of day we've had).
Remind me how joyful I am today, because I'll probably forget by tomorrow.
Continuing the list # 290-299...unless you count Rainbow Sherbert twice.
The reason I started a blog is found here, in this video below. Her book is out now, and I fully intend to read it. You should read it too. Click here for the first chapter.
