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Times are hard.

I want to be able to post an awesome post. I want to tell you fabulous things about the service dog. I want...to have a stable life again.

Those things ain't happening today.

My brain is fried. I'm quagmired in paperwork for the service dog. Stability is something I look to the far distant horizon for. Like the Nebraskan horizon.

So today when I take Chickadee to preschool, I'm going to get my walk in. I'm training for a 10K right? The way things are going, I just might still get that done before the doggie arrives. Then I'm going to demand my kids help clean up the china and silver from our dinner party on Monday. Or I'll cancel their pizza party tomorrow.

Then I'm going to bed.

Naw. I don't think I'll feed the fam in between. They don't seriously need food. Do they?


hehehehehe

I mean...

Thank you for donating for Chickadee's service dog.

Comments

  1. KristinaJanuary 20, 2011 at 12:21 PM

    Sorry..I know its not funny, but I had to laugh at this post. I could hear the frazzled, scattered woman......and then the "oh what the heck.....let em' do what they want" coming thru! lol We are have been going through a rough 3 years as well and while complaining to my husband about it a couple days ago, he said "yeah, but we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel" and since I was doing my best "pessimist" at the moment, my comment was (while squinting my eyes) "it looks dim, no wait, its flickering". Hang in there!

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  2. Yum YuckyJanuary 20, 2011 at 1:32 PM

    Nope they don't needs any food. I remember when my teenage Aunti used to babysit me. I told her I was thirsty, so she said: "drink your spit".
    And see? I'm still alive.

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  3. Tami@NutmegNotebookJanuary 20, 2011 at 7:59 PM

    Life is harder some days than others. Do your best and that will have to do!

    Training for a 10K? That is awesome and it gives you something to focus on that is just for you!

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  4. LoriJanuary 20, 2011 at 8:36 PM

    At least you still have a sense of humor about things - that helps. I hope things get a little easier for you.

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  5. LaurieJanuary 20, 2011 at 10:11 PM

    I hear you. There are days when that bed is just so inviting.

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  6. How I'm Losing ItJanuary 20, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    Just breathe....deep breath, exhale........again.

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  7. Om McGeeJanuary 21, 2011 at 6:03 AM

    not sure what to say as this woman doesnt always respond well to the "just breathe" when Im struggling.

    it can frustrate me more.

    oh

    how about JUST EMAIL ME?

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