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: How Much In a Minute?
I just was reading some blogs and emails. Cory got home earlier, and has taken my beloveds out of my hair to take his mom home. I should be doing my resume.
How many thoughts can fit in a minute?
I have decided to do contract work and see how it goes. I need the flexibility. I want to potty-train Mimi and get Frankie sleeping by himself in the crib or somewhere that is not my armpit.
I am really worried that contract work is going to be super-stressful and not as flexible as I'd like.
Frankie has ear infection #4 and Mimi has #6 since December. We were supposed to go to San Diego to meet Cory for the weekend and to go to the zoo, but Frankie was so fussy that I figured something was wrong. When the doctor told me Friday morning they were both pretty bad and had to be treated, I just started crying. I'm not sure why.
Sometimes I lose perspective - I am so grateful my kids are healthy, even though they're not Healthy, you know? I spoke with a woman who was opposing counsel on a case with kids the same age split whose son had leukemia.
I am so dog tired from Cory being gone. Mimi didn't have school Friday, and with them sick, we were pretty housebound. I am so tired. Tired tired tired.
The antibiotics have just ruined Frank's belly. We have gone through no less than 20 diapers in the last 24 hours. He has the worst diarrhea and he alternates between being his usual easy-going self and screaming like a little red-faced banshee. And he's got 7 more days. He's hurting, my boy. He was so fussy the last couple nights I've had to hold his little knees to his belly and try to sleep curled up around him. I am ready for the spring.
I don't think I want any more children.
How's that for 7 minutes?
I just was reading some blogs and emails. Cory got home earlier, and has taken my beloveds out of my hair to take his mom home. I should be doing my resume.
How many thoughts can fit in a minute?
I have decided to do contract work and see how it goes. I need the flexibility. I want to potty-train Mimi and get Frankie sleeping by himself in the crib or somewhere that is not my armpit.
I am really worried that contract work is going to be super-stressful and not as flexible as I'd like.
Frankie has ear infection #4 and Mimi has #6 since December. We were supposed to go to San Diego to meet Cory for the weekend and to go to the zoo, but Frankie was so fussy that I figured something was wrong. When the doctor told me Friday morning they were both pretty bad and had to be treated, I just started crying. I'm not sure why.
Sometimes I lose perspective - I am so grateful my kids are healthy, even though they're not Healthy, you know? I spoke with a woman who was opposing counsel on a case with kids the same age split whose son had leukemia.
I am so dog tired from Cory being gone. Mimi didn't have school Friday, and with them sick, we were pretty housebound. I am so tired. Tired tired tired.
The antibiotics have just ruined Frank's belly. We have gone through no less than 20 diapers in the last 24 hours. He has the worst diarrhea and he alternates between being his usual easy-going self and screaming like a little red-faced banshee. And he's got 7 more days. He's hurting, my boy. He was so fussy the last couple nights I've had to hold his little knees to his belly and try to sleep curled up around him. I am ready for the spring.
I don't think I want any more children.
How's that for 7 minutes?