I found this post I stumbled across to be a more intense version of my life. Since dogs do not need juice boxes and chickens do not have temper tantrums, my life is not quite like this. However, there is something reassuring here that I recognize.
Warning, bad language alert.
This is an article from one of Sharon Astyk’s blogs, The Chateleine’s Keys. Ironically (or appropriately) I took my own sweet time in getting around to reading this, although it was posted on April 12th. It is so fitting this morning. It is a long but lovely article… give yourself some sweet time to read it.
Weez’s version of her weekend home, with lots of pictures.
The Rehab team from work went out for drinks and dinner after work on Friday. I decided on the way back to Lexington to throw a few things together and head home. I just couldn’t wait til morning. I arrived home about quarter to 11. The lights were on and Tanner and Zelda met us at the door.
Even the Maeve and Nisha came racing down the stairs. The homecoming was on. Except for my wife. I had arrived after pumpkin time and she was sound asleep upstairs and never heard a thing! She eventually made a bathroom run much later and realized I was home.
I’m used to the whole a party is happening but dead to the world for 3 or 4 hours after first falling asleep thing since my sister was exactly the same way. I swear there are some people who are so susceptible to the…
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