Last night, I was too tired, too frustrated, and just plain crabby about my situation. It's improved this morning with sleep and a proper cup of hot tea to start the day. Usually, the begins at 6:30
a. m. when I roll myself from the comfort of my beloved Temperpedic to get the kids read...
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Wonderful sleep!
Phyllis Johnson
Thursday, April 30, 2009 at 06:30 PM
It sounds like a good night's sleep has restored your ability to find humor even in a difficult situation. As you feel up to it, let us hear more of your story--the grouchy, the cowardly, and all the rest. There are other people here who understand the cancer part. I'm sure I can't even begin to imagine the getting five kids ready for school part. When I was pregnant and my daughter was three, I used to babysit for two other little girls and got worn out just getting the three of them out the door to go to the playground!
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I never had such a good laugh reading about cancer!
PJ Hamel
Thursday, April 30, 2009 at 09:59 PM
Keep the words coming- Love your description of the dogs... I want to know the ending to know you're OK, but also want to drag it out because I'm enjoing the story! And I agree with Phyllis - 4 kids out the door, plus a 4-year-old, every morning? You must be Wonder Woman, ca. 2009! Looking forward to your next post - PJH
It sounds like a good night's sleep has restored your ability to find humor even in a difficult situation. As you feel up to it, let us hear more of your story--the grouchy, the cowardly, and all the rest. There are other people here who understand the cancer part. I'm sure I can't even begin to imagine the getting five kids ready for school part. When I was pregnant and my daughter was three, I used to babysit for two other little girls and got worn out just getting the three of them out the door to go to the playground!