Somedays.
Somedays I feel like all I do is feed people. All. Day. Long.
That is all.
Day 9
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A long time ago in a land not so far away, I tried to be a scrapbooker, and as a wonderful friend so eloquently put it, it didn't work out.
I adore my family. I am terrible about journaling, I stink at scrapbooking and all of those lovely and charming and not-so-much moments were slipping away.
I want my kids to know the love I feel for them and the times I cherish them. I want them to see themselves through my eyes.
This is my attempt at recording our musings and misadventures as they come.
I hope you enjoy our little corner of the internet.
I adore my family. I am terrible about journaling, I stink at scrapbooking and all of those lovely and charming and not-so-much moments were slipping away.
I want my kids to know the love I feel for them and the times I cherish them. I want them to see themselves through my eyes.
This is my attempt at recording our musings and misadventures as they come.
I hope you enjoy our little corner of the internet.
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7 comments:
Oh that is soooooo funny!
Any people in particular?
;)
Any people in particular?
Every freaking person that lives in this house. One more than others, but the others demand my food making skilz as well.
Sigh.
Isn't life GRAND? Put a sign up...kitchens closed! Don't we only wish we could really do that!!
I'm all for implementing fasting to "build character." 'Bout time these fat Americans learn what a famine feels like! (Tee hee hee).
Though it's not the same, I can identify. I feel like all I do is tell people they can't have a pencil and what page we're on. All. Day. Long.
hehehehehe! That is great! I've felt that feeling on more than a few days in my life.
It was worse when I had one of the moochers stuck to my breast all day long! :)
Amen sister, amen. That is all I have to say about that. The whole thing just makes me tired and annoyed to think about because I can relate.
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