I'm generally a pretty laid back type of person. I don't like a lot of drama. I certainly don't like people to be upset or hurt or lost. An ideal day would be to lay around on a comfy couch on a nice quiet day watching TV, reading a book, crocheting, while munching on a hamburger and fries.
The last three weeks have been non-stop zaniness. The state of my laundry room attests to the zaniness. I'm hoping that by tomorrow some of the family will at least have clean underwear and maybe a few clothes to wear.
Two weeks ago: My 19th wedding anniversary, mail box got plowed over, three kids sent to camp, Keith's birthday, Kylie's birthday and a unplanned trip two-day trip to California to visit Grandma in ICU.
One week ago: Mailbox still plowed over, Keri Lynn goes to Florida Keys for an eight day mission trip and falls and hits her head on the first night, I fly to Miami to be with her in the hospital, we fly back Friday.
This week: Mailbox still plowed over but at last removed, I set up meetings with guidance counselors, go to three school open houses for four kids, and (so far) host two of three sets of house guests -- all in this one week, come down with some kind of eye problem (probably conjunctivitis?), go to doctor and try to wear sunglasses whenever I talk to people because I look like a zombie mom.
I'm tired. And my eyes are really itchy.
Time to go to bed!
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