Since the ground fell out, I have been feeling a little drained and tired. I have been tredding water and trying despirately to keep my head above the water. Today I think that I started to get my footing back.
X-man behaved a little better. Not so needy, slept from 10 until 4 this am. He has not had tylenol and has seemed rather content. I would not say that he is 100 percent yet, but I do think that he is well on his way. The bruising is starting to fade alittle too.
I had to get out ofthe house. With the kids home it just seems that I am cleaning and recleaning constantly. We made birthday cards for Great-Grandpa (he turns 81 Monday) and then loaded up the laundry, packed some sandwiches and set out for my Mom's. We hung out the laundry. Took a walk to the post office, only to find that it was closed for the noon hour. That is one way you know for sure you live in a small town. We just guessed how many stamps to put on Gr-Gramps cards and dropped them in the slot ( All the kids made their own and put them together in one large envelope). Went back to Mom's for lunch and weeded the back garden and all the others that had been previously cleaned out and planted three weeks ago. She just has too many to do all at once. We ran some errands and got some more plants, and a few groceries. Returned to plant the garden and took my laundry down.
For dinner I cooked pasta with some crusty bread. I had hoped to bake my bread fresh, but had to settle for store bought. I do feel as though I accomplished something. At least there is one more garden planted and all the others have been maintained. The children played outside and had a lovely walk, and we had a home cooked meal.
Perhaps tomorrow I will tackle the last garden, plant at the cemetary (both Gr. Grams and my brother's need a little sprucing up) and fill out the parade permit for the race this year. I would also like to get lists made for out trip to Denver. There is only a week and a day before we leave. Four kids and 17 hours of driving requires a little preparation. Well enough for now. Supermom is feeling as though if I talk to much more about what needs to be done that I will never get started.
X-man behaved a little better. Not so needy, slept from 10 until 4 this am. He has not had tylenol and has seemed rather content. I would not say that he is 100 percent yet, but I do think that he is well on his way. The bruising is starting to fade alittle too.
I had to get out ofthe house. With the kids home it just seems that I am cleaning and recleaning constantly. We made birthday cards for Great-Grandpa (he turns 81 Monday) and then loaded up the laundry, packed some sandwiches and set out for my Mom's. We hung out the laundry. Took a walk to the post office, only to find that it was closed for the noon hour. That is one way you know for sure you live in a small town. We just guessed how many stamps to put on Gr-Gramps cards and dropped them in the slot ( All the kids made their own and put them together in one large envelope). Went back to Mom's for lunch and weeded the back garden and all the others that had been previously cleaned out and planted three weeks ago. She just has too many to do all at once. We ran some errands and got some more plants, and a few groceries. Returned to plant the garden and took my laundry down.
For dinner I cooked pasta with some crusty bread. I had hoped to bake my bread fresh, but had to settle for store bought. I do feel as though I accomplished something. At least there is one more garden planted and all the others have been maintained. The children played outside and had a lovely walk, and we had a home cooked meal.
Perhaps tomorrow I will tackle the last garden, plant at the cemetary (both Gr. Grams and my brother's need a little sprucing up) and fill out the parade permit for the race this year. I would also like to get lists made for out trip to Denver. There is only a week and a day before we leave. Four kids and 17 hours of driving requires a little preparation. Well enough for now. Supermom is feeling as though if I talk to much more about what needs to be done that I will never get started.
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