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This past week has been a real bitch. Emotionally taking me down, one minor upset after another. It all concluded on Monday afternoon when hubby got home from Put in Bay where I prompty Freaked. The. Fuck. Out.
Many of you wonder
In about 30 minutes I will be boarding a school bus
have I ever mentioned that I get carsick that is filled with 80 crazed & hormonal lovely 5th graders. We will be driving for about 30 minutes, in the rain to go to a reenactment of something with the Underground Railroad. Where we will be outside in this mess-all day long. Did I mention that it was outside? I know that I will be soaked when I get home & there is nothing in this world that I find more disgusting or upsetting than my fingers and toes getting wrinkly. In fact my family routinely likes to touch me with their wrinkly fingers to gross me out to laugh at me when I get my fingers in this said state.
So if you don’t hear from me for a while it is because I either floated away, hitched a ride on an ark, was committed-see above 80 5th graders-or I was recruited by the government to further explain these torturous ways. Because, Dude, if you aren’t going to talk after being out in the rain, after traveling on a bus, with 80 5th graders then chances are you never will.
Today we woke earlier than we normally would have on a Saturday, ate a filling breakfast, donned our Purple shirts and headed west 50 miles to Sandusky to March for Maddie.
Today I am writing you and owing my March $10 as I didn’t post on Sunday or Monday. I had the best of intentions, I even though I may cheat and back date stuff, but I didn’t. I will fill in posts for those days because I have the stuff together, but I wanted to get this post out first.
I have been such a slacker here lately, or at least that is what is has seemed like. I know that part of it is that I feel guilty praddling on about my life-sometimes complaining about my girls, when there are others out there who are suffering, wishing for just one more moment with their precious little ones.