And it stinks. Or at least is has been stinky. Hopefully we are on the mend and the weekend plans of Ren Faire fun will continue. I hope they do. Dad was supposed to go spend a whole weekend at the Faire with boys. Do you know what that means? Time alone, completely alone, with only me, myself and I.
And of course GUILT, my old friend guilt. I'll remember all those times I wasn't a 'good' mom because I didn't levitate out of bed at the first cry of a sickly five year old. I'll remember my sleep deprived breakfast of day old popcorn for the seven year old, it was followed by homegrown eggs though, that child could eat for an hour and not be full. I'll think of all the times I cringed when I heard a pox driven snivel welling up in my baby's throat, wishing I could just tell him to shut his pie hole. Hey! The guilt is already here, awesome!
Well I guess I can look at it this way, I won't be completely totally alone. I'll have 16 chickens watching my every move, waiting for me to let them out, NOT HAPPENING GIRLS! I'll have dogzilla and catundra watching my every move hoping I'll let them in, and feed them. So perhaps I can bypass the guilt by caring for other mostly helpless creatures? But then I'm not completely alone, that might just be a good thing.
Peace and Love--
Laura
1 comments, thoughts, ideas, random words or haikus:
Don't you know it is totally illegal to have chicken pox in the summer? Does the whole family have it? Man, oh man, at least it's gloomy weather today...a good day to stay in bed. I hope you all feel better soon.
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