Friday, September 3, 2010
Head bent at the kitchen table,
the two and a half year old quietly says to me after preschool,
“I sad. I miss you t’day.” Talk about twisting the knife in the heart.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Is it five o’clock yet? I need a drink.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
My finger is itchin’ to turn the heat on in the house.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Huff . . . puff . . . I made it. One down. One to go.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
It’s Tuesday. It feels like Monday. And I keep thinking it’s Wednesday.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The hours between the school drop-off and
pick-up feel like they’re half of what they’re supposed to be.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Head bent at the kitchen table,
the two and a half year old quietly says to me after preschool,
“I sad. I miss you t’day.” Talk about twisting the knife in the heart.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Is it five o’clock yet? I need a drink.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
My finger is itchin’ to turn the heat on in the house.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Huff . . . puff . . . I made it. One down. One to go.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
It’s Tuesday. It feels like Monday. And I keep thinking it’s Wednesday.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The hours between the school drop-off and
pick-up feel like they’re half of what they’re supposed to be.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Rain is not conducive for this city girl
to entertain active boys outside.
One down, one to go?? Did I miss it? You already did your mini-triathlon?? Way to go!!!! You rock! xo
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