I have managed to continue working 7 days a week though the week ending today will see me working closer to 46 hours than the 53 or so I’ve been averaging of late.
I have managed to take every piece of clothing out of the girls’ closet, out of their armoire, and out of every last drawer. Every piece of clothing that has been outgrown has been put into a large black lawn and leaf bag for donation. Every piece of clothing that was not obviously still clean has been put on a mountain of laundry in our upstairs hallway. Slowly we are making our way through reorganizing the entire room.
My goal is to have the clothing all put away and organized, and the carpet stain treated and vaccuumed by Tuesday night.
The next thing to attack is the desk (and drawers), the TV armoire (and drawers), toy boxes, and bookshelves. But, one thing at a time.
I have managed to complete my 2007 taxes, all that’s left is to hook up a printer and print and file.
I have managed to lose enough weight to drop me down into the 180s instead of the 190s. This has not been by intent or design, but instead a responce to a bowel issue from last week and the stress of this week.
This upcoming week will again find my overtime hours cut short. But as I am getting money back from the federal government I am much less panicky about it. Especially knowing that we’re getting the stimulus money as well.
Things have been crazy since my last post. A family crisis has required all of my free time and attention. I am hoping and praying that this time next week will find us all doing much better and I can try to take some time to recharge my physical and spiritual batteries.
My prayer is for my daughter to find her way
My prayer is for me to find within myself, again, hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
by Emily DickinsonHope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Mama Kelly
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