I keep trying to remember what it's all about. I keep trying to remember what it's like to be a child at Christmas time. I keep trying to remember to breathe. Can I just say again that I've got to get out of this funk? Argh. It's about them. I want them to enjoy it. Why do I have to keep telling myself not to slaughter them? When I just can't take it anymore we put our heads together. Foreheads touching. And I imagine that all the tension is leaving. I just let him have it. Crazy I know. I don't hold the key. He does.
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Catching up on my blog reading...I love reading yours. Thanks for reminding me to take pictures of everyday simple things!
ReplyDeleteWell said, well said.
ReplyDeleteI feel it too. Just want the funk to depart! I am doing a bit better reading 18 pages from the BOM everyday. It helps to give the day a good start and I am sure it would work even better if I would do it consistently. ;)
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