It's one thing to just live them, it's another to chronicle them day by day by day. It punctuates them. It acknowledges them. It makes a story out of life.
So, 200 days leads us to just days before Christmas. Me and Buddy are both sick (again), the girl is sleeping over at her grandparents, my husby is gaming it out downstairs in the man-hole. I think we've got most of Christmas under control. Today was the last of our parties. (Oh, other than the family one we're having next thursday.) Life is starting to tone down. Now, next, we're on to getting things done. My 2 want tos: cleaning out/organizing the man-hole, and tidying up the yard. Man, when was the last time I did that? Gardening of any sort? I feel like my days are absorbed, for the most part, by my children. Lately, I have felt so worn out and run-down. Like all that I have is enough to make it through the day, to kids in bed and me on the couch, sipping tea like it were liquid gold. I remind myself every now and then that this is fleeting. That one day I WILL sleep through the night, that one day we will all be well at the same time, that one day I will have plenty of time to myself and that I will miss this, their smallness, and that one day I WILL remember this time fondly.
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