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The More Things Change
Two really good days in a row; that’s more than I’ve had in months. I should be grateful. I am, so grateful, but I am also greedy. I want more. I would like weeks. I would like months. Oh! how … Continue reading
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Independence Day
When you are lost in a string of terrible, dark days, it seems the light will never shine again. 4 am will last forever. This endless day turned to week with its screaming and shrieking and the tugging at both … Continue reading
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In The Middle of An Ordinary Day
This morning I was blessed by sweet angels with pretty bells on their shoes. Trombone went out to gymnastics with my mom and I was left with a baby who napped all morning. I know. What? I sorted my sock … Continue reading
You Crazy Kids and Your Doo-dads
I don’t go to baby stores very often. But today the opportunity was offered to me so I went to BabiesRus land to purchase a new gate for Trombone’s bedroom doorway because the old one is kaput. Oh, BabiesRus on … Continue reading
Wherein I Become A Believer in Wet Sock Hocus Pocus
The other day I was at Save On Foods just for a change of scene and they were selling buckets. So I bought one. You never know, right? The only time I remember that we don’t own a bucket * … Continue reading