We’ve been gardening today. Lydia took over on a small plot outside our deck with Eden assisting and I began to clean up the 80 foot long bed that borders our back yard. Christopher hauled the leaves and weeds in the wheelbarrow. We got about 30 feet into it before Christopher took a promised computer break and I collapsed on a blanket with head rush. Now we’re twenty minutes from needing to take Lydia to the dentist, so there isn’t enough time to get back at it.
Christopher is slumped at the table overcome by boredom. It’s tough being a kid, sometimes.
I would love to pass out, for a few minutes as I awoke at three this morning because I was too warm. I’m only 37, but that waking in the middle of the night has an ominous ring, as any middle aged woman would tell you. I don’t know what to do with myself.
I’m making headway with my whole “inch by inch…” while it hasn’t exactly been a cinch, it’s better than trolling the internet avoiding my work. Paul has been a champ taking over on laundry while the kids and I are cleaning up all of the yards.
No fires, no explosions, no calls to government agencies…a good day.
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